Darcy...” I smile broadly, this is without a doubt the best news I have ever heard.
He purses his lips. “Don’t see what the fuss is about to be honest. He definitely wouldn’t sweep me off my feet.”
“Mr. Darcy could sweep anybody off their feet. If he can’t do it, who can?” I smirk.
He smirks. “Ashley Tucker is doing a pretty good job of it,” he answers.
“Is she?” I murmur with a raised eyebrow.
“She is.”
“Well, Ashley Tucker told me that it’s her feet being swept off the ground,” I add.
He smiles as he pulls me down and kisses me softly. “You tell Ashley Tucker that I haven’t even started to sweep her off her feet yet. She should probably prepare herself.”
“Ashley Tucker has her force field on to protect her from such things,” I whisper as I smile against his lips. We kiss, and he flips me so that I am on my back and he has my two hands pinned above my head. I smile up at him.
“Let’s go to New York.”
My face drops. “What?”
“I want my date.”
I frown.
“I want the weekend we arranged all those years ago. We can leave this morning and spend the weekend there, maybe catch the red eye home for work on Monday.”
“What do you mean?” I pause for a moment. “I mean… I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him blankly. Why couldn’t I go? My mind begins to race. I mean… Owen is away. This would be the perfect opportunity if ever there was going to be one. Holy crap, I haven’t been spontaneous for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how to be.
“I can book us some tickets now.” He smiles hopefully.
Oh shit, I have no money. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I murmur through my disappointment. Fuck, I hate having no money.
“My treat.”
I frown. “Cam, I’m not letting you pay for me. It’s not fair.”
He sits up abruptly. “Why isn’t it fair? I have the money. You know I have the money.”
I stand and blow out a breath. “Cam. No.”
He stands abruptly, too, and pulls his boxer shorts on. “If it wasn’t for the money, would you want to go?” He wraps his arms around me, his lips taking mine in his.
I smile up at him. “I would, but why can’t we just hang here for the weekend?”
He shakes his head as if it’s a no brainer. “I can’t take you out here? How am I supposed to sweep you off your feet when we can’t leave the fucking house?”
“We don’t need to go out. You live in a castle.”
“Can we go?” He smiles playfully as he starts to walk me backward while biting my neck.
I laugh up at the ceiling while he attacks my senses. “I said no.”
“I said yes.” He bites me hard and I laugh as I try to push him away.
“No.”
“Yes.” He growls into my neck as he picks me up and throws me back onto the bed and crawls over me.
“Stop it. My vagina is a very tired girl.” I giggle.
His eyes dance with mischief. “It’s lucky I know mouth to mouth resuscitation. I reckon I could bring her back to life so she’s ready to party.”
I laugh out loud. Oh Lord, this man kills me. “I have no doubt about it.”
“I’m booking a flight.” He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites me.
“No.” I laugh.
“Say yes or I am biting this nipple off.”
“Yes or I am biting this nipple off,” I repeat.
He bites me hard and I giggle. “Smart Alec,” he snaps. He bends and bites me again and I squeal. “Cameron. Stop it!” I yell.
“Come to New York with me…”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Alright.” I laugh.
“Alright?” he asks, half surprised as he pulls back to look at my face.
I narrow my eyes as I stare up at him leaning over my body. “Just tell me why do you want to go to New York so much?”
He pauses. “I want to go back to the weekend we were supposed to be meeting—”
“Before you lost your phone,” I interrupt.
He looks at me, deadpan. “How many times are you going to bring that up?”
I shrug. “As many as it takes to annoy you.”
“You already reached that quota ten times ago.” He frowns.
“Really? Oh, I had no idea.” I act shocked.
He rolls his eyes. “I want to go back to the people we were when we met in Vegas.”
My heart drops. I don’t even know where to find the girl he met in Vegas.
She is long gone, replaced with responsibilities and debt.