My phone starts to vibrate under my head, and I pull it out from under me. I have three missed calls from Megan and two texts. It must have been what woke me. I slide my thumb across the screen and open the messages.
Luce – Nina what time does Erin get in? Meg can’t get hold of you.
Megan – Bitch where are you?
Holy shit! I completely forgot about Erin. I check the time and jump up from the sofa. It’s six thirty. I’ve napped for hours. I look around the penthouse, wondering where Mason could be.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I hotfoot it through the bedroom, searching for him. I pull the shirt I’m wearing over my head and start to change into my jeans and white T.
How could I forget Erin flying in?
God, I am a hot mess at the minute.
I find Mason in his office, and I’m slightly out of breath as I push through the door. I pause on the threshold.
“Angel,” he murmurs, not looking up from his computer.
“I forgot my friend is flying in today, I slept all afternoon and she is probably already here, and I didn’t ring her, I said I would. I’m going to go home and meet her with the girls. I completely forgot.”
Mase looks up at me, a deep frown in place. “Slow down. I can take you home. I just need to finish this. You’ll be back home later?” he questions, and I can sense his unease.
“Yeah, I will be home later.” I bite the inside of my cheek, loving how that sounds. “I can get an Uber, though. You look busy.”
“Do you drive?” he asks.
“Uh, I have a licence. I haven’t driven in years.”
“Take the Bentley.”
“No.”
“Why?” he snaps back.
“I will crash your car, Mase.”
“No, you won’t. It’s an automatic. You can’t go wrong.” He stands, rounding the desk and walking me out to the foyer.
* * *
We have spentthe time he could have driven me, teaching me all the different controls. I try to take it all in, but it’s a lot. “Maybe you should drive me. I don’t feel comfortable driving myself.”
“I will if you want me to, but you literally cannot fuck this up. I trust you.”
I stare up at him from the driver’s seat. I know he is busy.
I huff, straightening in the seat. “Fine, I will drive.”
“Good girl.” He bends down, taking my lips in a soft kiss. “Text me when you get there, okay?”
* * *
I did it.I drove for the first time in over five years. My legs are shaky when I step out of the Bentley. I parked around the corner of my building, not trusting myself on the busy street that would have been closer but so much harder to park on.
I text Luce and Megs, to let them know I am home, then call Erin.
“Hello.” she answers.
“Erin, hey! Where are you? You must have landed?”
