Las Vegas
The first time he saw me was in my sister's extremely short dress so at least I look better than I did back then and this relieved me.
I opened the gate with the remote but as I peeked from the door I saw him gesturing with his head to walk outside.
Why was he waiting for me in his car? Because of his rule? I struggled not to roll my eyes and after grabbing his jacket I walked to his car.
He peeked his head out the window and moved his sunglasses down his nose to glance at me.
A smirk appeared on his face, "Miss Lily, what a pleasure to see you."
"Your jacket," I said waving it in front of his eyes to show him the purpose why he was here even if I highly doubted he truly wanted his jacket back.
"Thank you," he said slouching forward to open the door for me.
I gazed at him puzzled, why was he opening the door? I didn't want to get inside. At least that's the proof I am right and he didn't want to have his jacket back, maybe he wanted to see me.
"You will need it," he said gesturing to the jacket I was still holding. "Get in." he hissed, so I turned around and pointed the remote to the gate. As it slowly closed Cameron started the car and crossed the road.
"We're going to Las Vegas."
Las Vegas?! What?! My jaw dropped and my eyes got so wide that for an instant I thought they might explode.
"No I can't, I have work…"
I spotted a smirk on his face as soon as the word work slipped out of my mouth as if he predicted it. I hated how predictable I was, Carl always used to blame me for having schedules that I rarely broke. But that was who I was and I found my peace in planning my days early.
"Don't worry, I have already called your work and told them I required their primal worker, called Lily, for a meeting in Vegas." He smiled proudly and I understood that I couldn't beat him at his own game, if he put something in his mind I couldn't stop him.
Vegas? I was starting to like the idea. Since I got promoted I hadn't had a vacation in the last two years.
"They should call you…" as soon as he finished the sentence my phone rang and my gaze fell on the screen. Was he a clairvoyant? I answered the phone and the assistant informed me about Cameron Collins request, she said the flight is on the company, and blah blah they wish me a good journey.
I looked at him speechless. I underestimated the power of fame and wealth but he surely didn't, he knew very well how to use his powers.
"I have a meeting in Las Vegas, I was feeling lonely to go to such a nice place without company so I decided to invite you and madeup an excuse for your work so that you'd be covered." He explained, focusing on the street with his hands on the steering wheel.
My gaze fell on his firm jawline. I loved the way it contracted and how his skin was so smooth. Why were men so handsome when they drove?
I forced myself to keep my gaze on the road. He was speeding and I could feel my heart pounding and I unconsciously swallowed. Fast speed always gave me a feeling of freedom but at the same time it felt dangerous as if we were going to crash anytime.
"Maybe you should check the definition of the word invite in the dictionary. If I remember well inviting means asking someone and not forcing them in the car." I complained. My eyes darted to the car speed meter, it was noticing the number 200 and even if we were in a ring road I was holding on to my seat as if he was racing on a stone track.
"Well you're in the car so you accepted my invitation and we didn't have to get to the force part." He smiled peering at me fromthe corner of his eyes.
I held back a laugh, he was so enjoyable to be close to and I wondered why he didn't have a woman yet.
"So what do you want to do in Las Vegas?" I asked as he took a turn.
He slowed down for the last few meters and then he parked in front of the airport.
"You will find out." he said as he stepped down "We are late." he added as he opened the door for me.
He walked hastily inside and in a matter of ten minutes, we got on the airplane.
As they took his suitcase I realized I didn't have a suitcase and I was leaving without clothes nor make-up and not even tooth brushes or my loved skincare creams.
"I didn't get my suitcase," I said, I immediately turned around and started to walk to the exit of the airplane.
"Las Vegas has shops," Cameron said as he wrapped his hands around my hips and turned me around. I mentally counted to ten to calm down the control freak version of myself who was panicking and I let myself sink on the seat.
"Fine," I answered, "I always wanted to visit Las Vegas anyway."