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BAE:Selfie!
BAE:Selfie!
BAE:Selfie!
“Just give me a moment to feed Gwen’s curiosity. I did promise her a photo of us, but time has gotten away from me.” I think it is now appropriate to change my contacts for BAE back to Gwendoline or BFF.
Then Tucker’s phone is repeatedly pinging.
He shakes his head, grinning. “Angus.”
While he attends to Angus, I send my friend a message and the photo Tucker took of me when I walked out of the bedroom with my hair styled with a heat curling brush that Trinny thought to include with her shopping spree. I made a small bun on top of my head, drawing hair away from my earlobes, keeping the rest long and curled for an evening date wave. I am wearing the black, knee-length, figure-hugging cocktail dress with the lace bodice, showing off my toned shoulders and peek-a-boo bits of chest skin, while my back is bare, but for a narrow strip of fabric to my waist. I chose the large cross earrings with black and clear sparkly rhinestones together with my hair and makeup to complete my look, and I feel sexy and confident.
Tucker’s response was to whistle low, then he took a photo, then requested a selfie, which I gladly indulged him because he made my heart soar, and I knew he was going to give it to Alice for her album.
My heart got caught in my throat seeing him looking devilishly handsome in his dark suit and an open-necked crisp shirt. Trinny had organized a mobile hairstylist to arrive at our suite to trim Tucker while I was getting dressed. The result had me wanting to tear his clothes off.
Once he had satisfied his photo needs, he drew me in for a safe word worthy kiss that smeared my lipstick, but honestly, I didn’t care one bit. This man was worth everything to me. I wanted to give him the world.
I send a photo we took over dinner and one we took in the elevator leaving our hotel.
“Is Angus okay?”
“Yeah, just wanting to know when we are coming to Temecula. I replied with needing one more night. Alice is getting anxious to see me now she knows the job is complete, but I am being selfish. We need tomorrow to visit Phoenix, and I want you all to myself a little longer.” He kisses my forehead.
“I would like that.”Lawd, I want that.
“Now for dessert.”
My eyes widen. Yes, I have sex on the brain.
A wickedly, sexy smile lifts the corners of his mouth as he wraps an arm around my waist. “Babe, that is supper”—he checks the time—“now we wait until a tub of rum and raisin flavored ice cream drops into our laps made by an ice cream parlor here in San Diego voted over the years as “Best Ice Cream in San Diego,” and we will take it back to our suite.”
“How did you have the time—”
“Let’s just say, Trinny’s husband knows a guy, who knowstheguy, and she remembered your love of rum and raisin. The shop shut at nine, and it is now just after eleven. Trinny’s husband should be driving past about now to hand over the goods and drive us back to the hotel.”
A car pulls up to the sidewalk. “Yoo-hoooo!” Trinny singsongs from the passenger seat of the white Range Rover Sport. “Special delivery for two hot lovers who need cooling down.” She waves a paper bag in front of the open window. They are the cutest couple. “All aboard, beautiful people. I am dying to know about your dinner. We all came along to see what outfit you chose, and might I boast and say, ‘well done me.’ Look at you two beauties.”
Tucker opens the back door for me, and I sit behind the driver’s seat. “Hi, Mark, lovely to see you again.”
“Been a while, Ophelia, glad to see you have yourself a good man.” He winks in the rearview mirror at me.
“Thank you.”
Tucker is sitting behind Trinny. He leans over and shakes her husband’s hand. “Great seeing you again, Mark. Thank you for picking up the ice cream.”
“No worries. Happy to give back after you gave us those tickets to the charity event. Brilliant night. Now, if everyone’s buckled up, I’ll do my best to drive slow enough for my wife to interrogate you about your night but fast enough not to melt your ice cream.”
Before Trinny can ask her first question, we hear giggling from behind us.
Tucker and I both twist our bodies to see the two identical, pretty brunette teenagers dressed in different jeans, different cute T-shirts, and different colored knitted cardigans. These girls are showing their own personalities. It’s refreshing to see twins not dressed identically.
“I’m sorry about these two gigglepots,” Trinny pipes up, twisting around to look back at us. She stage whispers, “They made me promise not to embarrass them in front of you, so I have learned with teenage girls it is best to let them sprout up into a conversation when they are comfortable.”
“Hello, girls, we haven’t been introduced. I’m Tucker, and you may or may not know Ophelia. What are your names?” My man flashes them one of his movie star grins. It reminds me of Dwayne Johnson’s knockout smile. Go figure.
They both giggle again but don’t offer their names.
