I rubbed my chest. Taking Andi to meet the parents seemed a little premature, but I also liked the idea. I didn’t have to tell them anything was going on between us though; I would just be taking a friend to dinner. My friend with benefits, I thought with a smile. The smile quickly disappeared when I realized I might actually want more than friendly sex with Andi.
“And, Decker, you are going to see your father tonight, aren’t you?” Tonight was a meeting that I had been putting off for a long time. Dad wanted to bring me on board at Steele Structures in more than a silent partner capacity. He had been trying to draw me away from my bachelor lifestyle as an adult film star since the day he discovered I did it. Knowing my mom and dad had ‘accidentally’ picked up one of my earlier films from a downtown sex shop made me nauseated.
“Yeah, Mom, I’m going.” I was conflicted about the meeting now. There was definitely a part of me that had been tired of the lifestyle I had been living. I knew I needed a change, but for some reason, the thought of giving it up for good made me nervous. The loss of something that had been so integral to my life scared me a little.
“Good. Well, I’ll see you Saturday. Bring dessert.”
I smiled. I sure as hell was bringing dessert. Andi cake, best served hot with a dash of cream. The thought had me rock hard, again. Man, I had missed my erection, I thought with a grin.
“Not a problem. See you Saturday.”
“Okay, honey. See you then.”
I hung up the phone and grinned as Donovan spurted a fist full of cum over Leah’s open, expectant mouth. Beautiful, even if it had taken the wanker twenty minutes of fist pumping to get that shot.
Chapter 14
ANDI
“What are you going to get?” Casey asked as his eyes perused the packages. “Ohhhh, we should get the silk supreme eastern indulgence package. We can use the couple’s wet room and do it together.”
I scrunched up my nose and gave him a WTF look. “What the heck is a wet room?”
Casey laughed. “Don’t get all excited, Cinderella, it’s simply a room where you can, as a couple, have a full body exfoliation, followed by a gentle massage and full body polish.”
I looked over the packages without the same enthusiasm Casey was investing. I wasn’t a day spa kind of girl, but this was Casey’s welcome to New York gift to me, and he had been so excited about it, I simply couldn’t refuse him. I was also distracted by the image of Decker standing behind the counter back at the book store. Before I had left, he had leaned down to my ear and whispered a wicked promise he planned to deliver on my return. I now found myself wanting to wrap up this spa crap and get back to his naughty proposal.
“I think I want the sugar pie,” I murmured, seeing it contained something that smelled like cinnamon, knowing Decker’s unusual attraction to that scent. Casey’s eyes searched quickly for the package I was referring to.
“Strangely enough, a lemon sugar polish with a pumpkin cinnamon wrap sounds ever so country, like you. I think I’m going to surprise Lionel with a Brazilian.”
I smiled when I noted he was serious. “Go on. I dare you.”
Casey grinned at me. “Dare you back.”
I shook my head. “Nope, I have no doubt Decker has seen enough shaved vayjays in his life. I’m going to keep my neatly trimmed triangle and have a sugar pie.”
“You know you can tinker with the triangle. Dye it pink and add some vajazzle. I guarantee you, Decker will flip out!”
“What the hell is vajazzle?”
“Sparkles for your whisker biscuit,” the woman painting my toenails answered.
“Whisker biscuit?”
“Dazzle for your vagina,” Casey clarified for me, though dazzle for one’s vagina still had me puzzled.
“We do a little landscaping then add some stick on sparkles. Very elegant,” my beautician explained.
“Oh, that sounds cute. But what if one of the sparkles falls off and gets lost somewhere?” I pondered aloud.
Casey snorted. “Okay, okay, take a chillaxative, my little grasshopper. No vajazzle for you.”
“You know, Casey, for someone who prefers a cock over a vayjay, you seem awfully interested in mine.”
Casey rolled his eyes this time. “I’m just trying to help with a little muffscaping advice, sweet pea. Don’t get your tuff in a tangle.” The women giving us our pedicures were trying hard not to laugh. “So, after your night of pleasure, I assume you and he have moved your relationship into exclusive town?” I shrugged as my eyes sought out something other than Casey’s curious gaze. “Please tell me you didn’t keep Lionel and me up all night with your praise the lord exploits for nothing?”
“Casey!” I hissed, my eyes darting to the women at our feet.
“Andi, they are professionals! They would never listen and tell. Right girls?” The woman working on my toenails glanced up and pretended to zip her lips shut. The one working on Casey’s massive foot winked at me.
“Think of us as your therapists and this is your safe place.”