Page 29 of Once Upon a Prince

“Yes. It’s current. I made sure it was when Ara and I floated the idea of me moving to a country that my stepmother couldn’t force me to leave.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. This is better,” Layla said. “When do you leave?”

“Monday. We’ll be back on Sunday.”

“Nice, you’re staying the weekend. Are you going to be able to have some time to see the sites? There’s a great bookstore in the Recoleta neighborhood, I believe. I’ve never seen it myself but it's supposed to be incredible,” Layla said

“The wine is also supposed to be great, so make sure you have some of that. Better yet, why don’t you bring some of it home with you,” Ara suggested.

“Can I do that?” I hadn’t even considered it.

“Sure. How are you getting there?” Layla asked.

“Flying,” I said slowly.

“I know that. Are you going commercial or does Dax have a private plane?” Ara asked.

“We’re taking his plane. Oh. Crap. We’re taking his private plane. I’ve never done that before,” I said

“I bet it isn’t the only thing you’re going to do there that you haven’t before,” Layla teased.

“We’ll get back to that. I have a wine carrier I can give you. I’ll do some research on wine shops near where you are staying and I’ll make an order from them. If you could just pick it up and carry them back for me, I would really appreciate it,” Ara said

“Sure, I guess. It won’t be a problem?” I asked.

“Customs won’t care. Well as long as I don’t buy too much or anything that is too expensive. Plus, being on a private jet they will hardly check. If you don’t feel comfortable doing it, don’t worry about it. They just usually have some wines we can’t get here, are better priced, and usually even better than what we have. I promise I’ll share them with you,” Ara said.

“As long as Dax doesn’t have a problem with it, I’ll do it. Just let me know where the shop is.”

“Let me know where you’re staying and I can figure it out from there. Though I’m sure I can just get them to deliver it to your hotel. I’ll do that, make it easier for you.”

“It isn’t a problem.”

“Nor is having them deliver it. I don’t want to take away from your work or spending time with your sexy boss who wants to go away with you,” Ara said.

“First the outfits, now the trip. Is the man pursuing you?” Layla asked.

“Not exactly,” I admitted.

“What do you mean, not exactly?” Ara asked.

I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to tell my friends about my conversation with Dax. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to admit had happened, even to myself. I kept thinking it was some cruel joke or a dream. But it wasn’t. Though I wasn’t sure what would happen between me and Dax when we were gone. It might not amount to anything. We might hate each other by the end of the trip or find we have nothing in common. I didn’t want them to get all excited about something that might not ever become anything.

But I couldn’t keep it in nor did I want to lie to them.

“He might have implied that he found me attractive and that he wanted to stay over the weekend so that we could go to a charity event together,” I said.

Ara almost dropped her drink as she looked at me. Layla clapped her hands together slowly and I blushed profusely.

“No way!” Ara said.

“When did this happen?” Layla asked at the same time.

“Today, when he told me he needed my answer about going to Buenos Aires. He told me about his desire to have me attend the event with him.”

“Ha, desire,” Ara said.

“What did you say? Is this as his assistant to help him with names or as his date?” Layla asked.

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