smirk. “I have news.”
“What kind of news?”
“Mr. Stanton news,” I whisper as I continue to flick through the dresses.
“Oh my fucking God. What?”
“He came to the club and I was busted. He knew it was me, despite the wig. We had this huge fight and then he demanded a lap dance.”
“What?”
“And then two days later he requested a night in the Escape Lounge with me.”
“What the fuck?” she screeches.
“I know. But he didn’t want me to sleep there, so he took me back to his house, which is like crazy rich, and we had awesome sex all night and now I can hardly walk. He’s taking me to New York for the weekend, but I’m going to look like a potato because I can’t find anything to wear,” I blow out through my last breath. Jeez, that was a mouthful.
“What the heck” She pauses for a moment. “Did you tell him about Owen?”
I scrunch my face up. “Erm. No, not yet.” I wince.
“Ashley, what the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, Jen, I just want him to get to know me before I tell him I have a son.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s going to change the whole dynamic and I will become someone’s mom to him. I won’t matter anymore.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I kind of do,” I mutter sadly. “Look, I’ll tell him as soon as we get back on Monday. Jen, when have I ever had the opportunity to go away with a dreamy guy for a fun weekend with no strings attached?”
“This is true,” she mutters, distracted.
“Do you think it’s bad if I hold out until Monday? I mean… who knows, we might not even hit it off and it won’t matter anyway.”
“Again, true.”
I blow out a deflated breath as I turn a full circle, looking at the dresses on the racks. “I’ve got to find a date dress and there is literally nothing anywhere.” I sigh.
“Hmm, look at that little dress shop near the coffee place we go to.”
I frown. “Which one?”
“You know… It has the rocking horse in the window?”
“What? Near the coffee shop?”
“Yes, across the road. I saw about fifty things in there to die for.”
I shrug. “Okay, it can’t hurt.”
“Send me some photos from the changing room.”
I fake a smile and give the attendant a wave as I exit her shop. “I have approximately…” I look at my watch. “Eight minutes to find a dress that is going to drive him wild.”
She giggles. “Piece of cake. Get off the phone and start running, bitch.”
I fall into the seat as Cameron fusses about in the overhead luggage compartment.
I’ve never flown first class before. I glance around at everyone who all look like its their God given right to fly in such luxury. Cameron is wearing blue jeans and a navy sports suit jacket with a white T-shirt. His dark hair is in messy curls and he looks like he probably owns this frigging plane. He exudes money. My eyes roam down to my thirty-dollar dress and shoes, and I cringe. Do I look like I have no money? Because that’s sure how I feel. He pushes our bags around and rearranges them in the overhead, and a broad smile crosses my face as I watch him. Cameron has to have things just as he likes them or it annoys the hell out of him. When I got to his house earlier, I found him in the throes of hoovering and cleaning my car. He said it would have bothered him all weekend if he didn’t do it. My little baby is now sparkling clean, like a diamond. Cameron finally falls into the seat beside me and, without thinking, picks up my hand and places it on his thigh. I’ve noticed he does this a lot—he wants my hands on him. In bed he wants me to cuddle his back. In the car he picks up my hand and puts it on his thigh. He turns his attention to me now and squeezes my hand in his before he throws me a sexy wink and flashes a swoony smile.
“We didn’t have to fly first class, you know,” I whisper.
His head leans back against the headrest. “Yeah, we did.”
I lean in so nobody else can hear. “You waste a lot of money.”
He smirks. “And you talk too much.”
Cameron
I tap my pen as I think before I write the words Mount Everest.
“That’s not it,” Ashley interrupts from over my shoulder. I smirk. “Know it all. Yes, it is.”
I’m doing the crossword in