Page 54 of Carnal

"Let me see what's available. I've got a few places in mind you'll love," he states.

"Great. Just book it and shoot my pilots a text with the information," I instruct.

"On it!"

"Thanks." I hang up and glance at my watch.

Three hours.

Since I ordered clothes, there's nothing to pack. Plus, I always keep a toiletry bag with several outfits on the plane for myself. I call Flex.

"What's up?" he answers.

"I'm going to send you a list of toiletries. Can you pick those up and deliver them with the rest of the items?" I ask.

"What time are you leaving?"

"A little after eight."

"Done. Anything else?"

"No. That should do it. Thanks." I hang up and text him a list of bathroom items I know Pina uses. Then I pace the room, trying not to look at my watch every five minutes.

Food.

I send instructions to my flight attendant about what I want her to serve and decide it’s time to shower. I shave, brush my teeth, and spray on some cologne.

My patience runs out, so I text one of our standby drivers.

Me:I need to leave in ten minutes.

Pedro:I'll pull the SUV up.

I glance around my bedroom suite, wondering if there's anything I'm missing. I can't think of anything, so I grab my wallet and leave.

Gianni stops me in the hall. "Papà said you're going on a trip?"

"Need to get out of town for a bit," I admit, which isn't a lie. Ever since deciding to go away today, New York feels like it's closing in on me.

"Where are you off to?"

"Not sure. Told Barry to pick a place."

Gianni chuckles. "Sounds like something you'd do."

"Good thing I'm not an uptight control freak like you."

"Whatever. Have a good time. You back Sunday?"

"Maybe Monday. See you later." I fist-bump him and leave.

When I get in the car, Pedro asks, "Where to?"

My gut sinks. What was I thinking? I can't have Pedro take me there. He'll tell Papà.

"Hold up," I reply, then text Flex.

Me:Need you to meet me at Sizzlers.

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