“It’s a long way, woman,” I say. “And it’ll be windy and harder to talk.”
“You need to live in the now!” Sam says, tossing things in the back.
“I’ll remind you of that if it rains.”
We both look up, and she is lucky the sky is blue.
“Don’t tempt fate,” she says.
“Yeah, because the Gods listen,” I say, giving her a brow.
“We don’t actually know that yet,” she says, as we place things in the car.
Suddenly, Sam leaps into the driver’s seat, and I cross my thick arms. “Out!”
“You need to navigate,” Sam says, pulling on her sexy black sunglasses. She then tugs on the new black gloves we just got her. She is wearing a black pullover with a red scarf, and she looks chic.
I shake my head as William walks over. “Back in a couple of days,” I say.
“And with some gifts for you!” Sam says, adding to the chaos.
“Jolly good,” William says, “we do like gifts.”
“We do,” Samantha says. “We do indeed!”
I shake my head at the two comics as I sit down. I am now low in the Jag’s passenger seat, and I slide the unseen 9mm pistol under the seat.
The ex-SEAL’s gift is now inches from my hand.
Like any good navigator, I pull my Ray-Bans on. “Stop flirting with William. I’ve told you before, he does not bed peasants.” I point forwards and toss in, “Onwards, driver.”
“Hey!”
Sam slaps my shoulder as we move forwards. She next salutes William, flicks her scarf behind her, and revs the Jag loudly.
“Dear God!” I sigh. Samantha then drops the clutch. Pebbles fly, and William jumps quickly back. “Easy, woman!” I yell over the poor engine.
“Shush,” my driver huffs. “Learn to live a little. Everything needs a good thrashing now and then.”
We share a look, and I shake my head. “It’s going to be hard to break you,” I say. “You really need to start to follow the rules.”
Sam laughs as we streak along the side of the lake. “As if you have a chance in hell at that.”
I remember back to when I tried to fuck her senseless. To stop her treating me as the help when I was forced to be her butler for the day. It was hard, and her spirit was strong.
As we blast along the small road and through the leaves, I think. And I think about what she had just said.
Maybe she was right, and maybe, just maybe, I like the idea. Maybe a more unpredictable life is healthy. As long as it’s this…with her.
36
SAMANTHA
After arriving in Manhattan near lunchtime, we check into a stunning hotel. We are staying at the famous and cool Waldorf Astoria, a landmark in New York City.
Harry booked their best suite, and we drop our bags off. Harry then changes into a black suit, and he checks his briefcase. He has a black Mercedes waiting for him, and it’s from his main media company.
As we pause in the lobby, he’s ready to go sign the agreement and put the huge media deal to bed. I adjust his tie. “Knock ’em dead.”
