Page 35 of Menotte avec toi

“How are you still finding humor in this?” I saw the error in my question, more of whom I asked the question of, and had switched to internet searches. Those two were useless in this situation, as was this search.

Apparently a Class C vehicle, which was what Sonnet mentioned, doesn’t require any special endorsements or training to drive. Not sure that’s wise, but they’re the so-calledexperts. On the bright side, many of the consignment and RV sellers offered a pay for training course, which, if this was truly what Sonnet wanted, I’d have to sign up for.

But her vision for the ideal vacation really hit me. It wasn’t about tiki torches and fancy drinks for Sonnet. It was so much more and something no amount of money could buy. Her desire was for the two of us to bond and enjoy every moment together. Not sure what I did to appease Aphrodite, but I’d do my best not to fuck it up.

And that included avoiding taking out a forest of trees with my inability to park the big-ass truck.

I joined RV lifestyle chats, downloaded cost analyses to compare, and ordered an RV-ing in America manual, which included all the national parks. Okay, so maybe this idea had grown on me. Having been raised in a rural, small town, I’d been labeled an outcast from birth and a weirdo for not fitting into the societal mold. Men with women, nothing more. Gender labels meant nothing to me, it was the human inside that I was drawn to. Once word of mine and Simon’s lifestyle got back to my parents, they disowned me. Said I was living the devil’s life, going against God’s will. Their words hurt like a son of a bitch, but in hindsight they’d done me a favor by revealing their true colors. For far too long I’d tried to conform, keeping who I was to myself. One too many ass beatings will do that to a soul, until I met Simon and was introduced to a whole new world, thus finding myself.

Acceptance makes the heart warm.

As does an adorable redhead with road adventures in her near future.

Speaking of the devil. “Were your ears burning, my love?”

“Should they be, Mistress?” My beautiful girl took her place upon my lap and pressed those shiny pink lips of hers to mine.

“Mmm, hmm. I’ve been researching the trip you requested.” Patrice’s evil cackle drifted into my space. “Ignore her, darling, she’s a menace.”

“Takes one to know one!”

“And evidently twelve again.”

“What did I miss? Was this vacation idea dumb? You can tell me.”

“My sweet, sweet girl, it is not dumb. My soon-to-be unemployed assistant found humor in the idea of me driving the vehicle you requested for our trip.” And more laughter from the peanut gallery. “Ignore her. Now, when would you like to hit the road? Do you have any more commissions?”

“Nope, I turned down the bad feeling one and now my gut feels better.”

“As does your Mistress.” I could make a few inquiries and find out who that was, but Sonnet hadn’t asked me to step in, and business was separate from our relationship until it had a detrimental effect on her health. For now, I’d let it go. “Your safety is first priority with me, Kitten.”

“And my orgasms,” the sexy minx giggled.

“My love, that is a given. With or without a contract.” Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for that, though I did have an idea for later. “Shall we get ready to meet your new fans?”

Sonnet paused and drew her finger along my cleavage. The move I’d learned was one of nerves as opposed to a hint at playtime. And least’s she’d graduated past chewing her lip raw.

“What if they don’t like any of it?” she whispered.

I nudged her chin until she faced me. “Kitten, that isn’t possible. I bet after tonight you get so many commissions you’ll be working on them during our trip.”

“Do you really think so? Will I be able to take my supplies with us? Would that ruin the trip if I did?”

I slowed her brain with a gentle kiss. “Yes to anything and everything, my love. Now, as much as I adore having you perched upon my lap, we must ready ourselves to greet our guests.” Sonnet hopped up and tugged my hand, suddenly full of excitement.

We took our place near the lobby artwork and Sonnet nervously fidgeted. “My beauty, you’ve got this.” As the doors opened, gasps filled the air. “Showtime, my love.” I kissed her cheek and stepped aside as the members meandered toward her paintings. My presence shouldn’t sway potential purchases, and while most knew we were dating, these conversations were to be had with Sonnet and not with their former mistress.

Occasionally as I mingled with the club members, my gaze wandered toward Sonnet. I was so ridiculously proud of her for allowing us to display her works. In the past she said she’d done art shows, but I didn’t get the impression those were events she necessarily enjoyed. Tonight, she’d stepped way outside of her comfort zone, and that was huge. This was a big deal for her, and I was elated with the turnout and the solid funnel of guests engaging with her.

Community.

Our lifestyle was rich in support, and now Sonnet was a part of that. Without a doubt, I knew this would go well for her, and maybeMenottéwould become her own gallery. As it was, anyone could enter the lobby, but without membership they couldn’t cross the threshold of the large, weighted doors that led to our own private oasis.

“Harper,” Patrice whispered beside me. “I don’t think Sonnet’s aware of this, but we’ve already sold half her pieces.”

“That’s wonderful, Patrice. She’ll be so excited.” As was I, filled with overflowing excitement and pride. My precious Kitten will be so happy. “I’ll let you be the one to tell her at the end of the night.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” She curtsied. Such a smartass but a true asset, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if she doubted my ability to learn to drive an RV.

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