“And?” he asks.
“And you are going to have to wait till our wedding to see it.”
“Mmm.” He sighs sexily. “I’m waiting for you. What time are you coming home?”
“Um.” My eyes flick to Adrian as he watches television. “What are our plans for the night?” I ask.
“I got us a box at the Lakers,” he replies.
I screw up my face. That sounds exactly the opposite of what I want to do tonight. “Is Adrian coming?” I ask and then I hold my hand over the phone. “Are you going to the basketball?” I mouth.
Adrian frowns and shakes his head.
“No, I just texted him and he doesn’t want to come,” Joshua replies.
“Why don’t you go with your brothers and dad and I will hang with Adrian. You can pick me up on the way home.”
“Why? What are you guys doing?” he asks.
I shrug. “Nothing probably. We’ll eat something I suppose. I’m just not really in the mood to get dressed and go out. You go and have fun with the boys.”
He thinks for a moment. “Are you sure?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m not a baby.”
“Um, ok. I just don’t want you to think you are not invited.”
I frown. “Don’t be stupid. Ring me when you finish.”
“Ok, is Max with you?”
“Yes, he’s outside with Jason,” I reply.
“Ok, presh. See you in a couple of hours. I love you,” he speaks quietly down the phone and I know he has just walked away from the others so they can’t hear him.
“Ok.” I smile.
“Tomorrow we find apartments for our guests,” he replies.
“Yes.” I smile gratefully. “That is a good plan.”
“So I can fuck you wherever I want to,” he whispers.
I smile deviously. “You already fuck me wherever you want to, Mr Stanton.”
Adrian puts his hands over his ears and pretends to vomit. Oops, I forgot he was listening.
“So I do. I meant location,” he whispers darkly.
Four hours later Adrian and I are in a Mexican restaurant and on our fourth frozen margarita. Our guards are seated up the front. We are dagging it up in our jeans and clothes from today. I must look like a wreck and
it feels bloody good not to be getting chased by idiots with cameras. We are eating the biggest serves of nachos I have ever seen.
“I know we have gone over this but why don’t you ring Nicholas?” I ask.
He sips his drink. “I nearly did last night actually.”
I smile as I wipe my mouth with a serviette. “What stopped you?”