She gives me an assessing look, waves her hand in the air as if she’s measuring her response. “I think that depends on where we’re going from here.”
I step out onto the stairs, turn to offer my hand. She takes it with a smile, allows me to assist her to the bottom and to the waiting car, where I help her into the back. We wait while our suitcases are loaded into the trunk, her hand still in mine, her thumb stroking the back of mine lazily.
The car finally pulls out of the airport, entering the freeway on the way downtown, and Cassidy releases my hand. Slowly, I move my hand to her leg, my fingers inching along her inner thigh.
“Ren,” she hisses, slapping my hands away. “This is not the kind of car for shenanigans.”
I chuckle, sliding my hand up her inner thigh. “Just wondering what we have going on up here.”
Again, she swats my hand away. “Nothing exciting enough to peek, I assure you.”
Sitting back, I snort, place my hand on top of her thigh. “You know I find literally anything and everything about you exciting, but I will admit that maybe we’re getting too old for car shenanigans.”
Her eyes narrow, her lips purse. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Rennick.”
I attempt to remain serious, fail miserably. ‘Hey, can’t blame a man for trying.”
“You gonna tell me what we’re doing tonight?” she asks, not at all trying to hide the fact she’s changing the subject.
“Well,” I respond, leaning toward her. “First we’re going to go to the hotel where you’re going to soak in a giant tub for as long as you want while I bring you the food and drink of your choice.”
“Ooh…I’m listening.”
“Then, I have reservations at one of your favorite restaurants, followed by a show you’ve been wanting to see, and ending the night with a nightcap at a new hotspot you’ve been wanting to check out.”
She turns toward me, her hand moving to my cheek. “You’ve got to be the most thoughtful man ever born; you know that.”
I smile and shrug. “I do the best I can. But you also do the same for me.”
“Will you be upset if I ask for some changes to the itinerary?”
I give her an incredulous look as I respond, “Of course not. The night is yours. We do whatever you want.”
“Let’s order champagne and strawberries from room service then take a bath together.”
I inch closer, pressing my thigh tightly against hers. “I’m listening.”
“After that we should order loads of food and have it delivered to the hotel. We can watch trash TV in our bathrobes, and you can fuck me at your leisure until morning.”
“Let me get this straight,” I respond slowly. “You want to cancel all the plans I made for us so we can laze around a hotel room, eating food and fucking?”
She gives me an awkward smile. “Yes?”
Feigning annoyance I say, “I don’t know.”
“We can order the cake you love.”
“Oh, now you’re trying to literally sweeten the deal with cake?”
She nods enthusiastically while I continue to eye her intently. She quicks a brow at me, so I lean in close, whispering near her ear, “Deal.”
A few hourslater we’re in bathrobes, sprawled on the sofa in the living room, the table before us overflowing with food.
“Do you find it odd that we’ve been here for hours and all we’ve done is soak in a tub and fill our faces with food?”
“Odd how?”
“Well,” she goes on, “Back when we were younger, we would’ve had sex in at least two of the rooms we’ve lazed around in.”
