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I don’t get the impression that Blake wants to go for just one night, he seems like he’s got the permanent travel bug. Always on the move.
No wonder he left the owner’s house just as it was, he’s probably hardly ever there. A bit like my dad with our place.
At one point I think I hear the doorbell, but it’s impossible to say with the shower running all the way upstairs.
Once I finish and am drying off, I do something I never do which is look at myself in the full length mirror naked.
I don’t do this because I never like what I see, but today I’m looking trying to see what Blake sees. What he finds so attractive.
Can’t pick it myself, but I don’t want to jinx it either. If he’s happy I’m happy.
I slip back into my robe, hearing the front door as I pack.
Blake reappears in my bedroom doorway looking fresher but still wearing the same clothes. He scans me with a pleased eye and then frowns when he sees my giant suitcase which I’m filling up.
“Uh. You planning on going for good?” he asks.
I laugh quietly, figuring he’s kidding around but there’s a look he gives me as he waits for an answer.
“Well, no,” I tell him. “Just packing my new dress and a few other little things,” I explain. Wondering if he’s ever had a female companion before.
Most of us don’t travel ‘light’, even if it’s just a trip to the store.
“I was gonna bring my camera gear too,” I add, reminding myself not to forget it.
I could fill a thousand memory cards with images of Blake and it’ll be the perfect excuse to see more of him without many of his clothes on if I can get him to model for me.
He’s gone quiet, moving over to the window and glancing out through the lace curtains as he moves them an inch to one side.
I wonder for a second if he really is hiding from something or someone.
Since this morning’s two visitors, he seems almost on edge.
“Or I could just take my overnight bag,” I suggest, compromising without wanting to make him anymore tense.
“But I won’t fit my new dress in it,” I debate to myself out loud.
He has the patience of a saint with me and calmly explains again that we can grab anything we need as we go.
“I should be able to have our clothes from the tailors delivered to our hotel suite anyway,” he adds.
I’d completely forgotten. All those new outfits, shoes, and handbags.
My god, I wonder how much it all came to? Daphne did tell me that it’s useless to argue with Blake when he knows what he wants. And he wanted me to have a whole new wardrobe.
He tries to do it discreetly, but when I notice him looking at his watch, I know he’s giving me the hurry up.
I breathe out heavily through my nose, and stomping to the bathroom I pick one thing, coming back into my room holding up my toothbrush.
“How about I just take this, would that make you happy?” I ask, trying not to sound annoyed but his smile shows me I failed. Reminding me that he actually thinks it’s cute when I get mad.
“Perfect,” he exclaims, but I bundle him out of my room so I can at least get dressed in private otherwise we will be here all day.
In fresh jeans and a sweater and nothing more than my oldest sneakers on my feet, we head out. Blake’s mood seeming to get lighter and more like his usual self the further away from home we get.
He’s been busy with his phone for a bit, and I notice he sends a lot of texts rather than making actual calls.
When I ask him, he shrugs. “Sometimes people want to go on and on or complain about this and that. A text is simpler. More direct.”
I guess someone in his position can’t afford to spend hours a day on the phone.
Or in fancy hotels with girls half his age.
It’s none of my business, but I can’t help but ask if and when he has to be back at work.
“Oh, I’m hardly ever in the office,” he remarks, looking up from a text while his fingers still type.
“Amazing what you can do from one of these things,” he adds, holding up his phone.
I look away, not wanting to see any of the messages he’s sending, and I tell myself off for being such a sticky beak in the first place.
Even though it’s during the day this time, I have no trouble finding the hotel that has the same restaurant as last night.
It towers over most other buildings in the city and is easy to find.
The valet is as polite as ever, and with no real luggage, the concierge insists on seeing us up to our suite himself.
