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I tugged at a piece of thread hanging off of my backpack and spun it through my fingers, trying to burn some of my excited energy. Although Gio and I had moved past the point of needing to put on any kind of front for each other, I still wanted to seem sexy and sophisticated for him, especially now that we were going on our first trip together. I didn’t think giggling and bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning was particularly sexy or sophisticated.
“This is a big step in your relationship, you know,” Dahlia said while glancing at me sideways.
She was more experienced than me, but mostly because of the sheer number of men that she dated, not because she had really been in anything long-term. Even still, that wouldn’t stop her from giving me advice as if she was an old married woman.
“Why’s that?” I asked, although I did agree with her that this was a big step.
“Because you know what they say about traveling with someone,” she explained. “It’s how you figure out if you really like them or not. You see them in the most stressful of circumstances while also being with them in the most fun ones as well. You and Gio are about to see the total spectrum of your emotions.”
I nodded, knowing Dahlia well enough to wait a few seconds to make sure she was totally finished with what she was saying. Just as I thought she would, she took a breath before continuing to talk.
“And I know what you’re about to say–Dolly, we’ve already seen each other in the best and worst of times. And I’ll admit, having to get through multiple kidnappings together is definitely stressful, but that’s nothing compared to the stress of traveling somewhere and getting food poisoning but only having one bathroom in the hotel room!”
I burst into horrified laughter at the thought of having to deal with food poisoning in a hotel room while Giovani was there. But even though the thought was horrible, I also knew that if something like that did happen, Gio would be amazing through it. He would hold my hair back and find me medicine and do his best to not make me feel awkward about violently shitting in the same small space that we were sleeping in.
“Well, we might not have had to deal with food poisoning, but I can say that traveling here with you has solidified how much I appreciate our friendship,” I told Dahlia.
She reached out and squeezed my hand.
“I’m so glad we’re here together,” she said quietly.
We both sat in silence for the rest of the ride home, lost in our thoughts about everything we had been through and wondering what was yet to come. By the time we pulled up to the compound, I had managed to get my jittery excitement out and was confident that I had managed to get to the sexy and sophisticated version of me that I wanted to be on this trip.
That was, until we pulled up and Giovani was waiting outside for us with my suitcases next to him and a glass of champagne in his hand.
As usual, he was dressed in a suit and tie that were tailored to fit him perfectly. No matter how many times I saw him naked, I couldn’t get over how incredibly hot he was when he was dressed up like that. He looked like a powerful man who could take charge of any situation, and it was even better because he backed it up with his attitude. The fact that a man like that was holding me in his arms every night made me weak at the knees.
“Oh. My. God!” Dahlia exclaimed. “That is the most goddamn adorable thing I have ever seen.”
I couldn’t help it, I clapped my hands together in excitement. Sexy and sophisticated be damned, this was the most amazingly romantic thing that Giovani had done since we started seeing each other. I had no idea how he would even manage to top it.
Before I could open my door, Gio ran around the side of the car to open it for me.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said before planting a kiss on my cheek. “I hope you’re ready for the best week ever.”
He handed me the champagne, but I didn’t even need to take a sip in order to feel buzzed; the happiness of this moment alone was giving me a head rush.
“I can’t wait!” I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
I moved a little too enthusiastically, and my champagne sloshed down the side of the glass. Giovani chuckled and pressed his hand on my cheek so that he could gaze into my eyes.
“I love seeing you so happy, carino. I will spend the rest of my days trying to always make you feel like this.”
His words warmed my heart and left me speechless. I had no idea what I had done to deserve such a wonderful man in my life.
“Jesus, Giovani, you’re going to make me cry.” Dahlia interrupted my reverie. “But seriously, I hope you both have a wonderful time. I’m going home to go see my parents, so the compound will be a little empty this week. I think the staff will love getting a break.”
“Safe travels,” I said to Dahlia as I gave her a hug.
I loved her, but I was ready for her to get the hell out of here so Gio and I could get our trip started. I still had no idea where we were even going….
“Love you.” Dahlia squeezed me tightly and turned to go get herself packed up. Not everyone had a Giovani to pack their bags for them.
“Drink your champagne so we can get going,” Gio said with a smile. “Well, what’s left in the glass anyway.”
Without thinking, I lifted the glass to my lips and knocked the entire drink back. I didn’t want anything else to be in my way. I was ready to spend this next week exploring somewhere new and making love to my incredibly sexy boyfriend. The champagne immediately went to my head, and I could feel myself getting giggly, but I didn’t care. If anything, it would make the first leg of the trip that much more enjoyable. And I knew Gio didn’t mind when I was just slightly tipsy. He always thought it was cute the way I would laugh at his absolute worst jokes.
“Alright, my love, are you ready to go?”
“Yes! But when are you going to tell me where we’re going?!” I was literally bouncing up and down, the champagne making me unable to contain any of my excitement whatsoever.
“Oh, you didn’t think I would tell you that easily, did you?” He laughed and started walking me to a car.
The suspense was killing me and making everything that much more exciting. I didn’t really care where we went as long as we got to go together, but the fact that Gio had planned this entire trip and managed to keep it a surprise for me meant a lot.
I could tell that he was determined for this to be the exact break that we needed from all of the drama that had been happening in our lives lately. I just hoped that it went as perfectly as he was clearly hoping it would.
*Olivia*
Like the gentleman that he always was, Giovani made sure to open my door for me and help me into the backseat of the black sedan before walking around it to get in on the other side. It felt exciting to be riding in a smaller car, just the two of us in the back, instead of the usual SUV surrounded by bodyguards.
I wondered how it would be safe for Gio to have less security, but I trusted that he knew how to keep himself safe better than I did, although it wouldn’t have surprised me if he had reduced his usual number of guards just because he knew that it always felt weird to me to be surrounded by armed men. I made a mental note to let him know that I cared way more about his safety than I did about feeling awkward with the security trailing us.
The interior of the car was ridiculously luxurious, with black leather seats so buttery smooth that I couldn’t stop rubbing my hand on them and windows tinted so dark that nobody could see in. Sometimes I worried that I was becoming far too accustomed to living like a princess, but if I was being totally honest with myself, I absolutely loved it.
The fact that Giovani could regularly pull off grand romantic gestures like taking me to a Michelin-star restaurant or bringing me on a surprise trip just made me fall even more in love with him. I would want to be with him regardless of how much money he had, but damn, it was fun to be spoiled.
In the middle seat between Gio and I was an ice bucket with a fresh bottle of champagne. I didn’t know much about champagne, but I knew enough to be able to tell when a bottle looked expensive, and this bottle looked extremely expensive. Giovani picked it up and uncorked it gracefully, using a cloth napkin to keep the cork from flying through the air. The popping sound the cork made put me in a celebratory mood and I couldn’t wait to take a sip.
Giovani poured the champagne into two crystal flutes–another ridiculous luxury since who used real crystal in a car?–and handed me the fuller one.
“Here’s to a week of relaxation and lovemaking,” he declared with his glass raised.
I blushed at his brash toast and glanced surreptitiously at our driver. Like a true professional, he didn’t even glance our way. I would never get used to treating the people who worked for Giovani as if they weren’t even there, even though one of the cooks had kindly explained to me once that that was how they preferred it. She told me they could do their jobs better if we just left them to it, but it still felt strange.
“To us,” I said, unable to bring myself to be quite as bold as Gio.
We gently clinked our glasses, but as I pulled mine toward my mouth to take a sip, Giovani leaned over it and stole a quick kiss. Butterflies filled my stomach as he pulled away, and I was hit once again with the full reality of where I was and what was happening.
I grinned at him as I took a sip of my champagne. The bubbles tickled my tongue, and I reveled in the delicious luxury of drinking expensive champagne in the back of an expensive car. The only thing that would have made this moment better would be finding out exactly where we were going so that I could start to envision myself there.
“Now will you tell me where we’re going?” I asked in my sweetest voice.
“Not a chance, carino,” Giovani replied, putting his hand on the back of my neck. “You’ll know when we get there.”
“Will you at least tell me what the weather is going to be like?” I leaned back into his touch, enjoying the way his broad hand felt against my neck. His palms were slightly rough in a way that I found to be excitingly masculine.
“Nope. I want you to lay back and enjoy the ride.” He moved his hand from my neck to my back, massaging gently as he went. I shivered at his strong touch, knowing there would be a lot more where that came from.
Between the champagne and Giovani’s expert hands, I spent the rest of the ride being worked into an almost hypnotic state of relaxation. I felt like my body was fully relaxing for the first time in a long time.
My relaxation quickly turned back to excitement when we pulled into a small airport. Our car brought us right to the tarmac in a way that I had only ever seen in movies about wildly wealthy people. Not for the first time, I wondered just how much money Dahlia’s family had. I knew they were extremely comfortable, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
I stayed in the car as Giovani walked around to open my door. I was more than capable of doing it myself, but I knew he took pleasure in treating me like royalty, and I liked to make him happy while he did it. I left my champagne flute in the car; after two full glasses, I was more than tipsy and didn’t want to push it. I felt like I was floating as Giovani escorted me across the tarmac to a private jet that was waiting for us. Our driver walked behind us with our bags.
