Vegas With Dad's Best Friend

To the other side, there’s a kitchen with beautiful marble countertops and dark wood paneling, set with plenty of kitchen gadgets. Everything is clean and neat, the lines sleek and stylish. It looks more like a show home than a place where someone lives – but down past the kitchen, I see a hallway, and I figure that it must lead to the bedroom.

“It’s wonderful,” I say, which isn’t any kind of a lie. It’s a gorgeous suite. I can see how Jonas could live here all year round. The elevator ride was so quick, and up here, you can see the whole city.

“Come,” Jonas says, beckoning me towards the bedroom. “I’ll show you something really wonderful.”

At first, I think he’s talking about the reason we’re up here, but then I catch his excited grin. No, this is something else – one last surprise, I’m sure of it.

I follow him into the bedroom… and that’s when I see it. It’s hard not to.

There are three racks set up at the far side of the room, opposite the bed. There’s more space in here than in my room at home – actually, all of the bedrooms in my childhood home put together – and even these three huge racks don’t swallow the place entirely. Each of them is filled with a range of clothing items. From here, I can see shirts and pants, dresses and skirts, coats, robes, lingerie, swimwear, pajamas…

Everything someone might need in order to build a whole new wardrobe from scratch.

There are even shoes and jewelry boxes stacked up on the floor.

“What is this?” I ask, my eyes as wide as saucers as I move towards the racks.

“This is yours,” Jonas says. “All of it. Anything that doesn’t fit, or you don’t like, we’ll just send it back. But if you want it, you can keep all of it. It’s already bought and paid for.”

“All of it?” I can’t help but repeat. My eyes seem to have failed me entirely. I reach out to touch velvet, silk, lace, leather. The clothes on these racks – I’m not exactly an expert, but even I can tell that the cost of any one of them would probably be high enough to make me feel a little bit sick if I was paying for it myself.

“Everything,” Jonas says. He draws me close for a kiss. “There’s an ensuite bathroom back there. Choose whatever you like and go try it on. I’ll be out here, preparing the room for us.”

I dart a sideways glance towards the racks. “You mean… choose whichever lingerie I want?”

He gives me a dark and lustful smile, tempered with amusement. “If you still want to move on to the next stage of things, yes.”

I hope he understands my answer from the way I bound towards the racks, and snatch all of the lingerie without looking at it properly, and dash into the bathroom.

Chapter Nineteen

Jonas

I have to take a moment to compose myself as she enters the bathroom. Part of me – most of me, in fact – wants to run right after her, grab her, and tear her clothes off here and now. But there is enough of me that knows some things are more than worth the wait to hold back.

I set things up quickly, I grab perfumed candles out of a draw, set aside for this very purpose, and light them to fill the room with a delicate scent and flickering light. I grab a packet of rose petals next, purchased fresh by Marco this morning, and scatter them across the bed and on the floor around it.

I have already set up a playlist of music to keep us in the mood. I set it to play gently over the smart speakers set up in the room, strengthening the erotic atmosphere. Finally, I prepare myself, leaving my jacket over the arm of a chair and loosen my sleeves, taking off my shoes, in essence, making it very easy for me to strip down completely when the time comes.

I finish before Savannah emerges and turn to the racks, my gaze brushing over the items I had prepared for her. I hope she appreciates them as much as I hoped. I had one of the best stylists in Las Vegas create this ready-to-go closet for her. It’s my way of showing her that no matter what she wants, I will always be able to provide it.

The door clicks open and I look up – only to have my breath snatched out of my throat.

Savannah is standing just inside the doorway, looking a little shy, a little nervous. But she has no need to feel anything but beautiful. She’s picked out a lacy robe worn over black lacy lingerie, simple and yet stunningly effective. The lingerie hugs her curves, leaving a tantalizing dip between her breasts above the top of the robe. Tied at her waist, it covers everything without concealing anything, and I am so hard for a second I forget how to even move.