“Is it? So you’re not having doubts about last night?”
“No,” I say, and it’s true. I meant what I said to him, but I’m not sure if he meant is it my issue now.
Blake sits in the one chair that doesn’t belong in this lavish place. It has a story, this chair, and someday I’d love to hear it.
“This is normally my thinking time,” he says, gaze on the city. “When I prepare for my day.”
I nod.
“I will be sharing the thoughts with you.”
I hope they’re better than mine. I woke up with cold feet today.
“But first I want to address the sex.”
“Hm?”
“The sex. I’ve never had to do this, so it’s a little embarrassing, but seeing as you’re stuck with me, I need to address it. This morning, I expected to find a blissfully well-fucked fiancée. I did not find bliss on your face. It tells me you’re unsatisfied, and since fucking is the only thing you’ve done for the past eight hours, I conclude that I didn’t measure up. Which part was unsatisfactory?”
“All parts were satisfactory.”
“Is it the Daddy thing?”
I chuckle and hide my blush by cupping my face. “I liked that the most.”
Blake rests his ankle on his knee while he sips coffee. His eyes are hazel brown in the morning. He looks blissful, and now I feel bad for my cold feet. “On a scale from one to ten, how well fucked are you feeling?”
“Ten.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
Sighing, I pick at the hem of the robe. “I was just sitting here thinking that maybe all this is a dream, that maybe I’m stupid and you’re playing a game where I don’t know the rules. That you’ll wake up wondering why I’m still around in your house.”
“Careful. Negative thoughts early in the morning are dangerous. You’re scared. You did tell me you were last night. At the time, I couldn’t address your fear with a proper response, but now I can.” Arms up, he stretches and cracks his neck. “While I go through my morning as I normally would, you’ll grab Brady and let him help you pack. Should take no more than two hours.”
“Pack?” I interrupt.
Blake nods. “A small suitcase for a three-day trip to Vegas. The rest of your clothes and whatever else, he’ll take care of.”
“We’re going to Vegas?” I’ve never been there.
“Yes,” he says, like a trip to Vegas makes perfect sense and it’s something we’ve talked about for ten years.
“I have work.”
“You don’t work anymore.”
“That’s great, but I still have to call in, and I have bills to pay.”
“You don’t have bills.”
“Blake, you can’t just take on and sort out my life.”
“I already did. Oh, and bring your sister.”
“Thank you. That’s sweet. She’ll love that. Um, is it a…small vacation, or you have a business trip or…?”
“Vanessa, we’re getting married in a few hours. I suggest you do what I say and make it there on time.”
