“Sorry what,” I’m broken out of my reverie by Peter tapping me on the shoulder.
“I said would you like to go to Vegas next weekend?”
“Let’s do it Elle.” Brittany jumps on the bandwagon. “Mark will be back by then, we canal go.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I pause, I’m not sure how to tell them that I really don’t have the money to pay for a trip; I don’t want any of them to offer to pay.
“Come on Elle.” Brittany pleads with me as Peter gazes at me almost adoringly.
“Well, I…”
“I know. Why don’t we all go and we can take my private jet.” Elliott speaks up. “I feel like spending some time with my favorite girls.” He grins at Brittany but I feel my body singing at his words. Girls, girls. He had said girls, not girl. He must think something of me.
“Ooh daddy, that would be great. Thank you.” Brittany ran over to him and gave him a hug. I wanted to do the same but resisted the urge. I was scared that I would try and kiss him as well.
“That sounds fantastic, thanks Elliott. It’s been so long since I have been to Vegas.” Olivia talks and my heart sinks. I should have realized she would try and come as well.
“No problem Liv.” Elliott talks to her but smiles at me. I grin back at him and laugh along with Brittany as she tells him that she hopes he doesn’t ruin our partying plans.
“I’ll take care of the rooms though Mr. Rosewood. It’s the least I can do.” Peter speaks up obviously somewhat upset that a romantic trip he was planning for the both of us had turned into some sort of quasi-family vacation.
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The following week had Brittany and I going over all the items in our closet for the upcoming weekend.
“2 bikini’s, shorts, tank tops and dresses. That’s all we should be packing Elle.” Brittany said as she looked at the jeans and pajamas on my bed.
“I need PJ’s Brit.”
“No way Elle. There is no way you are wearing those ugly unsexy pj’s.”
“What shall I wear then?”
“Sleep naked.” She grins at me.
“Hell no.” I glare at her. There was no way I was sleeping na**d with Peter.
“Okay, then sleep in underwear: a thong and a tank top.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Come on Elle, you will be the only one not getting any this weekend. Don’t be a prude.”
“What, what do you mean?” I look at her. “What about your dad?”
“Oh, I’m sure he and that evil Olivia are knocking boots.”
My heart sinks, “Really?”
“Well, I don’t know for sure, but she has been after my dad for years. She has scared off any woman he even looks at.”
“Oh?”
“Well, he hasn’t dated in years and she is the only one who keeps showing up. I’m sure she is scaring them all away.”
“Oh, okay.” I put my pajamas and jeans back in my closet and pack a couple of thongs and tank tops to sleep in. What was the point of saving myself if the man of my dreams was out of bounds? “Would you be upset if they started dating?” I question Brittany.
“Oh, yea. I hate her. I don’t think she can make my dad happy and a selfish part of me likes it being just me and him you know.”
“But what about if you get married?”
“I’ll still be a daddy’s girl. I mean I don’t mind if he dates, I’d just rather nothing serious and certainly no gold-digger trying to marry him and get his money you know.”
“Yeah, I can see why that would be a worry.”
“Let’s finish packing. The limo will be here to take us to the airport soon.”
Chapter 4
Vegas was fantastic. Lots of lights, lots of gambling and lots of food. For some reason our rooms weren’t ready when we got there so we had to store our bags at the front desk until we got back from walking along the strip.
“Okay guys, I have the keys.” Peter walks up to us and grins, He hands one to Brittany and Mark and then one to his mom.
“Aren’t you forgetting something Peter?” Elliott frowns at him.
“What?” Peter looks at him curiously.
“Two more keys? One for me and one for Elle?”
“Huh?” Peter looks confused and annoyed. “I didn’t think you guys needed keys.”
“Well, how will we get into our rooms?”
“Rooms,” Peter repeats still confused.
“Where do you expect us to sleep Peter?” Elliott looks at him as if he were a dumb 1st grader.
“Uh, with Mom and me of course.” Peter doesn’t get it.
“I’m afraid I am not going to allow you to pressure Elle into sharing a room with you Peter. That is not acceptable. Brittany and Mark have been dating for close to a year and I am barely okay with them sharing a room but you and Elle are not even a couple yet.”
“Why don’t we let Elle decide Elliott, she seems like a big girl.” Olivia’s eyes are shooting daggers at me. I decide that I am not going to let her get her way.
“Actually, I’d rather we not share a room Peter. Elliott is right, we barely know each other.” Take that Olivia. Both Peter and Brittany look at me in disappointment. Both of them had been hoping I would be getting laid tonight.
“Well, there are no more rooms left.” Peter looks triumphant.
“Well then, you and your mom will share a room and I will share with Elle.” Elliott grabs the key from Peter’s hand and picks up our bags. “Let’s go check out our rooms folks.”
I follow behind him, secretly excited but agree with Brittany that her dad can be so overprotective sometimes.
“I’m sorry Elle. Try and get a good nights sleep and we will work something else out for tomorrow okay.” Brittany gives me a hug and runs off to catch up with Mark who was anxious for them to get to the bedroom.
I see Olivia glaring at me and Peter looking at me miserably and I quickly follow Elliott into the room. “Night guys,” I shout back to them quickly.
“Wait a second Elle,” Peter quickly grabs me. “Come to my room tonight. I’m going to try and get my mom a suite.” I look at him and nod, not wanting to tell him no in fear that he would cause a scene.
“Good night Elle,” Olivia smiles at me sweetly as her son is watching. As soon as he turns away she says, “Don’t even think about trying to sleep with Peter tonight.”