"No, actually. Well, Barron said he wanted to plan the getaway, but he had no idea where to go. He also mentioned that he's busy with the restaurant and might not have time to plan -"
"Eden already told me that you're planning the getaway," I interrupted, wanting him to get to the point. I was already feeling a little...exposed and unsettled having him in my personal space by proxy.
"Oh. Okay great. Well, perfect, because I wanted to check if you were free for dinner this weekend?"
I stared at him silently for a few seconds.
"Whyyy?" I finally drawled.
Another flash of his straight, white teeth. "Because I think it'll be cool if the Best Man and Maid of Honor planned it together."
I slowly sat down on my bed. "You do, do you?"
"Yeah, so whaddya say?" He waggled his brows.
Absolutely not- was my first instinct. But as I mulled it over in my head, I suddenly had a horrible vision of him dragging us to some strip club and Eden in a flood of tears that the relaxing weekend she had envisioned was ruined.
Someone had to ensure he was taking this seriously.
"Fine," I agreed. "But surely we can do this online. Is it necessary to meet?"
"Yes," he quickly said. "I'm a practical planner. We can discuss options and finances and have dinner at the same time."
"Okay," I flatly conceded. "You coming here, or shall I drive to you?"
"I'll come there. Shall we say Saturday at six? That way, I can drive back before it gets too late."
"Not planning on staying at your booty call's house?"
Simon paused, his brow raising at my remark. "No. That's completely over." Before I could respond to that, he swiftly moved on. "So whaddya say? Dinner at The Homestead?"
"And have people think I'm your latest New Haven flavor? I don't think so. Come to mine; I'll make us dinner."
"Oooh...well, I'm not gonna say no to that." His voice was low and intimate.
I smiled sweetly. "I would give you my address, but I'm sure you're very familiar with my apartment and floor."
Instead of being offended, Simon just laughed.
I bit back a sigh. "I'll see ya Saturday."
"Wait!"
My hand hovered over my 'End Call' button. "What?"
"Can you give me a tour of your bedroom?"
And with that maddening quip, I hit the button.
Chapter 11
Simon
IwhistledasIclimbed the stairway to Sofia's floor. My mood was jubilant as I took them two at a time, eager to see a certain sexy beauty that I hadn't been able to get out of my mind all week.
I could've taken the elevator, but I had a lot of pent-up energy to expel - which started when I video-called Sofia and caught a glimpse of her hair in sexy little braids with one brown shoulder peeking through her shirt. I had to shift around on my bed; the vision of her bedroom, with me in mine, had a slideshow of lewd and erotic images flashing through my mind.
All week, I couldn't wait to see Sofia again and was counting the days until I could get to New Haven. Did I need to be here in person to discuss our getaway plans? No. But I needed an excuse to talk to her again. See her. As much of a shit show that ill-fated weekend was, I had left her apartment with a steely determination and a rapidly diminished headache.
