wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “Let’s go away and forget everything but each other.”
I smile into his shoulder. I could nearly tear up at the thought—a weekend of just us, not worrying about the future would be so nice.
What should I do?
I frown into his shoulder and he kisses my temple softly. “Lets go,” he whispers.
I smile and, unable to stop myself, I whisper the word, “Okay.” I lean up and kiss his soft lips. “Deal. Mr. Stanton. Nothing but us.”
“You’re going to have to take my car and drop me at yours,” Cameron replies casually as we walk out the front door, towards the garage.
“What?” I frown. This morning he has fussed over me, booked our flights and accommodation, and made me breakfast. I feel like Lady Diana with all this attention.
“Well, you can’t be seen going back to get your car on the security cameras. They’ll know you didn’t stay in the apartments last night,” he replies.
I stare at him blankly. Shit, I didn’t think of that.
“Do you want to get paid for last night or not?” he asks sarcastically as he gets into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin.
I stand still as I stare at the car door he has just sunk into. “I suppose so.” I hate this. I’m calling Eliza and telling her I’m not accepting payment.
Shit, my car is a mess. I don’t want him to see it. I troll my brain to try and remember the state of it. I know I haven’t washed it since I moved here. I’m pretty sure it’s filled with empty coffee cups.
Fuck’s sake, why am I such a slob? Damn it!
I climb into the driver’s seat and he passes me the keys. I glance around. “Why don’t you just drive and we will swap when we get there,” I murmur, distracted.
“I want to be sure you can drive it.” He points to the ignition and I frown. I start the engine. It purrs like a kitten.
“Why do you have such a stupidly expensive car anyway?” I ask as the seat automatically moves forward and all the mirrors move into position. “Oh wow,” I whisper, impressed.
He smirks, places his hand on my thigh and grips firmly. “Because I can.”
“Hmm.” I turn and glance over my shoulder as I slowly reverse the car out and turn slowly.
“Just go this way.” He points to another driveway disappearing down the side of the house.
“Where does that go?” I frown.
“Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, where do you think?”
I fake a smile. “You’re so witty, you should be locked up.” I drive the car down the driveway slowly.
“Yeah, I know. It’s dangerous letting me loose in society,” he replies, amused. “Other guys don’t stand a chance.”
I giggle, not because of what he said, but because it’s completely true.
Where the hell do you go after Cameron Stanton? Dick of a god, wit of a champion, house of a mogul. I’m totally screwed in the worst way.
We reach the end of the long driveway and the automatic gates open. “Turn left.” He points to the left and without thinking I turn right.
“I said left.” He frowns.
“And I said I’m driving the car, so you better shut up.”
“Excuse me, this is the long way.”
I smirk as I turn down the street. The truth is that I have no idea where I’m going, but it’s just so much fun disobeying him. He has control freak tendencies that I like to push.
We eventually come into view of Club Exotic and I drive up the road slowly.
“Just pull up here. Which is your car?”
“The white one in the back row.”
A frown crosses his face before he remembers to hide it.
I smile anyway. “She’s no Aston Martin.”
He smirks, but wisely holds his tongue. “Be back at my house in an hour?”
Um, that won’t work. I need to race to the shops to get myself a sexy date dress for tonight. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to wear all weekend. I’m going to do a smash and grab at the shops. “I’ll be a few hours,” I reply.
He frowns. “No, just get your stuff and come straight back. Pack your clothes for Monday work because we won’t get home until late on Sunday night.”
“I will be going back to my house on Sunday night,” I tell him as I pull the car to the side of the road and glance over at him. “I’ll probably be well and truly sick of you by