Chapter 22

”Hope everyone has everything they need because we’re just about to the hangar,” Bo announced and glanced around the car.

”We’re all set dear,” my mom answered with an ecstatic smile. One hand was on my father’s knee. She gave him a quick look before finding me.

I was happy he decided to come along and even happier to say that he hadn’t been a stick in the mud since we picked them up in the limo twenty minutes ago. Dad genuinely seemed like he wanted to go on this trip. When his eyes met mine I offered a warm smile, which he returned until we were all distracted by the stopping of the car.

Seconds later the driver opened the door revealing Bo’s black jet out on the tarmac. I stepped out first to the greeting of the same crew I’d met the first time quickly grabbing our bags from the trunk and taking them to the plane.

”Wow,” my dad gushed. ”That’s your private jet Bo?”

”Yes sir. You like her?”

”Beautiful. I’ve always had a fascination with planes. Thought about taking flying lessons once, but never got around to it. That’s a G6 right?”

”You nailed it. You know your planes.”

”Bo’s a pilot,” I interjected.

”Really?” My dad perked up even more. Bo was scoring all kinds of points today. ”Will you be flying us today?”

”I was planning to relax with you all today and let Captain Paul do all the work, but if you’d like Arthur, you could join me in the cabin and I will get us in the air?”

I couldn’t remember ever seeing my dad’s eyes light up like a five year old at Christmas morning, but Bo’s invitation did the trick. ”I’d love to and Bo, please call me Art.”

Mom and I looked at one another in utter shock. Not many people were allowed to call him Art outside of family. It usually took an act of God for him to warm up to someone that much and that act certainly took more than a few short meetings.

”All right Art.” Bo threw me a cocky glance with a half smirk. One that would usually have me pinning her to a wall within seconds, but parents and all… ”Let’s get us in the air.”

Chapter 21

A little after noon Bo drove us home. She refused to leave the hotel before I had a nice greasy hangover breakfast, which even though I protested, really did hit the spot. Seeing as how I’d missed the chance to take Bo and my one hundred S out for a morning ride, my new plan was to get cleaned up and take mom shopping. There was just one month until the gala and she was beyond excited. I wondered if she was more excited about meeting Bo’s parents or actually going out to a formal event? As long as she was happy, so was I. What we really needed was to get dad to go. I actually thought he would have jumped at the chance to hob nob with a bunch high powered business owners or at least want to meet my girlfriend’s parents, but then again, I never understood his motivations. That didn’t mean I would stop trying to change his mind though. I was every bit as hardheaded as he was.

”You okay?” Bo’s hand on my thigh yanked me out of my thoughts and back to the present. She wore a look of concern, which given my state this morning, she was probably afraid I would throw up in her car.

”I’m fine. Just thinking.”

”Oh boy.” She laughed. ”That could mean trouble.”

”No silly, nothing bad. Just about dad and the gala.”

”Maybe he will change his mind.”

”Maybe.”

”Have you seen my clutch from last night?”

”No. I don’t think you had it when you came up.”

”Great.”

”Maybe Mandy or Shawnna have it.”

”I hope so.”

”You were so trashed baby.”

”I know. Well I don’t really remember that much, but I can tell it was bad and thank you for taking care of me.”

Bo’s mood shifted with a frown, sending a surge of worry through me. I searched my memory for the bits and pieces of the evening, putting together that I had hurt her somehow before I stumbled upon the source of her discomfort. I quickly realized that she was upset thinking I didn’t remember our talk, but that was the only clear moment of the evening that remained after we arrived at the club. It was as if my brain, even in its drunken stupor, recognized that I should pay close attention to those few important moments before it fell back into an alcohol haze.

Hello everyone. This chapter covers a lot of topics, but it needed to move along a little, so I hope it turned out all right. Also, I am finally fulfilling a reviewers request for a little Bo jealousy. Even if it takes a while, I do try to work in as many as possible, so if you’re still reading this, I hope you like it.

Chapter 20

One Week Later

There were three piles of crap on the floor as I sorted through my closet to make room for Bo’s clothes. There was more than enough space in the giant walk in, but since I’d never had to share a closet before, things had sort of…spread out. Okay, to be honest, I was a bit of a slob when it came to this room. Everywhere else I was organized and neat, but this was the one and only place I ever let such behavior happen. Shoes would be kicked off, jackets thrown to the side and bags of clothes heaped in a pile. There were things I’d never even taken out of the package on the shelves. So, I decided it would be a good idea to call it a rare, early day at work and surprise her by organizing my shit.

Bo would have one entire side. I knew it would be welcomed because apparently, she was meticulous when it came to her suits and gowns and though she hadn’t said anything yet, I read her silently appalled expression when she first set foot in the closet last week. Had I planned this moving in together thing better, I would have cleaned the area ahead of time, but as it stood, Bo did get to see one of my hidden secrets of shame and seemed she still loved me anyway. I’d seen some of her uglier moments, guess it was only fair that she experienced one of mine. That’s what this relationship stuff was all about right?

The sound of the front door and heels down the tiled hallway signaled Bo’s return. I scrambled to straighten as much as I could before she walked into the bedroom. The door swung open and her brief case hit the floor followed by the sigh of another long day over and done.

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Chapter 19

The Next Day

Our ”adventure” last night took us way into the morning, so it was a good thing we had nothing to do today. I was beginning to rethink having Bo call the maid service for brunch. I was starving and a little hungover, so cooking was the last thing I wanted to do. Then I realized we were at the hotel and room service was absolutely what the doctor ordered.

One eye cracked open to peek at the clock. One in the afternoon? Ugh! I groaned and tried to roll out of bed, but something caught my wrist. Looking back over my shoulder, my eyes traveled down my arm to blue material tied securely around my wrist. I followed the trail of sky blue across the steely gray sheets until it disappeared under Bo’s body. We’d consumed a good bit of alcohol when we returned to our room, but if I recalled correctly, the other end of the silk scarf was tied to the bed frame. Seemed she was better at tying knots than I thought. A smile took over my face. A huge one. We went all out on the Bear Grylls themed sex-a-thon and it was amazing. Was it normal to have this much sex? Pfft. I wasn’t about to complain, because I always wanted all of the woman lying beside me. I wanted all of her all day, every day. I’d never been able to say that before and maybe it was a tad obsessive or something, but I could tell in the way she looked and touched me, that the feeling was mutual. So there…we could be committed together if we were crazy.

With no way to escape without undoing the knot, my semi-conscious self rolled over and started to pick at the knot. Frustration didn’t take long when you were starving, hung over and had to pee. Bo stirred and turned her head to me. She grumbled and peeked out one eye, a small smile forming at the sight of me pouting and holding my wrist up like a wounded animal.

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Chapter 19

The Next Day

Our ”adventure” last night took us way into the morning, so it was a good thing we had nothing to do today. I was beginning to rethink having Bo call the maid service for brunch. I was starving and a little hungover, so cooking was the last thing I wanted to do. Then I realized we were at the hotel and room service was absolutely what the doctor ordered.

One eye cracked open to peek at the clock. One in the afternoon? Ugh! I groaned and tried to roll out of bed, but something caught my wrist. Looking back over my shoulder, my eyes traveled down my arm to blue material tied securely around my wrist. I followed the trail of sky blue across the steely gray sheets until it disappeared under Bo’s body. We’d consumed a good bit of alcohol when we returned to our room, but if I recalled correctly, the other end of the silk scarf was tied to the bed frame. Seemed she was better at tying knots than I thought. A smile took over my face. A huge one. We went all out on the Bear Grylls themed sex-a-thon and it was amazing. Was it normal to have this much sex? Pfft. I wasn’t about to complain, because I always wanted all of the woman lying beside me. I wanted all of her all day, every day. I’d never been able to say that before and maybe it was a tad obsessive or something, but I could tell in the way she looked and touched me, that the feeling was mutual. So there…we could be committed together if we were crazy.

With no way to escape without undoing the knot, my semi-conscious self rolled over and started to pick at the knot. Frustration didn’t take long when you were starving, hung over and had to pee. Bo stirred and turned her head to me. She grumbled and peeked out one eye, a small smile forming at the sight of me pouting and holding my wrist up like a wounded animal.