“Yeah, so how would that work?” I ask her as I finish filling the dishwasher.
“I can check the calendar.”
“Okay, that is good.” I’m really hoping I can do this for her. “Please let me know and keep it a secret if you can.”
“Ugh,” Sofia says, “just take her.”
“What?” I ask, shocked.
“Just take her,” she repeats. “I’ll cover for her, and I know the girls would want her to go.”
“Are you sure?” I don’t even know why I bother asking her instead of just hanging up and start the planning.
“Yes,” she assures me, and I can feel the smile on her face. “You better not fuck this up, Stefano, or else.”
“Thank you,” I say to her and quickly hang up. I run up the stairs, two at a time, walking into the bedroom and still hearing the shower going.
I pull up my father’s name and press the green button. “Hey there,” he answers after half a ring.
“I don’t have a lot of time,” I rush out, sitting on the bed, watching the bathroom door. “I’m surprising Addison and Avery and taking them to San Francisco,” I tell him. “Do you think I can get a suite?”
“On it,” he says. “I’ll make the arrangements and send you the confirmation. Today, right?”
“Yeah,” I say, getting up with the nerves filling my body. “I’ve never done this before. I am going to call for a plane.” I look at the bathroom door when I hear the water shut off. “She is coming,” I say in a whisper. “Shit.”
“I’ll take care of everything. All you need to do is get her to the airport,” my father confirms with
glee.
“What about clothes and stuff?” I ask him.
“Your mother will have a field day,” he mumbles, “but it’ll all be at the hotel.”
“Okay, text me the details.”
“Will do,” he says and disconnects. At the same time, I hear the handle of the door unlock and the door open.
She walks out wrapped in a white towel, her long hair piled on her head. “That shower was amazing,” she moans. “Why are you here?”
“It’s my bedroom.” I try to act cool, folding my hands over my chest. “Why?”
“What’s wrong?” She just stares at me. “Did Sofia call?” Worry fills her face. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” I reassure her. “I just came to ask you if you wanted breakfast in bed.” I come up with an excuse.
“Is that code for you want a blow job?” She folds her arms over her chest.
My eyebrows pinch together. “As much fun as that sounds—” I start, and the phone beeps in my hand, making me look down.
Dad:
Plane will be ready in an hour. Suite booked at the Fairmont.
“I have a surprise for the two of you,” I say. “So how about we table the blow job for tonight?” I wink at her. “Let’s go get our girl so I can get this surprise underway.”
“What kind of surprise?” she asks me and I shake my head.
“It’s not a surprise if I tell you.” I walk to her and bend down to kiss her lips. “I love that you smell like me.” I suck her neck, and she pushes me away.
“You left a hickey on each of my inner thighs,” she grouses, “and my ass.”
“Did I?” I feign ignorance. “I would need to see the evidence before I confess.”
“Oh, I’ll show you,” she says, and when the towel falls, I lick my lips. “You are too much.” She grabs the towel from the floor, putting it in front of herself. “We have to go and get Avery, and I have to run home to get a change of clothes,” she informs me, walking around the room, trying to gather her things.
“What? Why?” I say, watching her slip on the bodysuit.
“I’m not going to do the walk of shame in front of Sofia and Matty,” she huffs, turning to grab her skirt, showing me that the bodysuit is a thong, and I moan out when she bends over.
“You don’t think they will know we spent the night together?” I ask her as she shimmies her hips into the skirt.
“I have no idea, but I won’t help them come to that conclusion. Now, are you going to shower and meet me downstairs?”
“I might need you to wash my back.” I wink at her, striding to the bathroom.
“I think you can do that all on your own like a big boy.” She laughs, walking out of the room.