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Chapter Twenty-One

With the MIKA influencer lipstick launch less than a month away and so many other projects on the go, it had been a hectic week. But I didn’t mind, particularly as my weekend with Lorenzo was getting closer.

On Tuesday morning, I was surprised to receive an unsolicited message from him which said:

Lorenzo

Good morning, beauty..how are you?

We then messaged for a while about what he’d been up to, and he said he had been working hard. We exchanged various non-flirtatious messages, then I upped the ante a little by asking if he was looking forward to our lessons next week. He replied with a row of heart eyes emojis.

As there was now just a week to go, on Thursday I decided to book a hotel. I’d been trying to delay doing this, just in case he cancelled, but his impromptu message had helped to put my mind more at ease.

I’d done some top-level research on TripAdvisor (without going overboard like I normally would) and rather than going for five-star, I found a good four-star hotel just outside the centre with parking, as I assumed he’d have to drive to get there. Next I messaged Lorenzo to check that the location would be convenient for him.

Me

Good morning, honey, how are you? So I’m booking my accommodation today. I’ll be staying in a nice place near Florence town centre in the Porta al Prato/Borgo Ognisanti area. Is that easy for you to visit?

He replied two hours later:

Lorenzo

Good morning to you

Yes I know the place…i lived there for one year

Me

Perfect!

Lorenzo

Kiss

I confirmed my reservation. Part of me wanted to book the flexible rate so I could cancel up to twenty-four hours before, but I’d already organised my flight, so I had to go. I needed to be positive and have faith.

Time was flying by.I was still trying to get my head around the fact that this was actually happening in just six days. I took a quick look at his Facebook page. He wasstunning. I mean, ridiculously so. What a way to get myself back in the saddle.

Despite my occasional flashes of apprehension, I hadn’t even worried about the fact that I was going to stay with someone who was effectively a stranger for the weekend or thought about whether we’d get on (not that I needed anything else to start fretting about, of course). Strange how relaxed I felt about the prospect of spending time in his company.

I wondered how I would be feeling this time next week. I’d either be overjoyed after spending two full days enjoying mind-blowing sex, disappointed because he was busy working and forgot to meet me, or happy that he had come (in more ways than one…), but sad that he’d left straight afterwards rather than spending the whole weekend with me as planned.

Overthinking was pointless. The reality was, I wouldn’t know until next week. Like everything on this journey so far, I just had to say ‘fuck it’ and roll with the punches. It was out of my hands. All I could do now was send him a message on Wednesday to let him know the hotel details and what time I’d be there and to confirm final details. Until then, I would not obsess. I repeat, I wouldnotobsess over this.

After all mygrooming and prep appointments it was good to finally lie back on the pedicure couch. I closed my eyes and exhaled. In just two days’ time, I’d be in Florence. Which meant that, as well as helping to take my mind off my feet getting touched (I’m very ticklish), now would also be a good time to send that confirmation message to Lorenzo:

Me

Hi, how are you? Two days to go…just sending over details of where I’ll be staying:

Hotel Firenze

Via Garibaldi, 9

50123

Florence—Italy

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