"Seriously, Las Vegas?" Lando asked while leaning against the wall while Sara was packing her suitcase. Sara shrugged. "Why not? He told me I could pick any destination," she replied. "Most women would pick a romantic honeymoon destination. Like Paris. Or something dreamy like Bora Bora, the Maldives," Lando summed up, which made her turn around. "I'm not most women, Lando," she said. He cocked his head and agreed with her on that. "Alright," Lando admitted with a soft chuckle. "Vegas has beautiful lights, atmosphere, the Eiffel Tower. It's basically Paris," she said, making him snort. "That's not true, but sure," Lando said, watching her folding some more shirts into the suitcase. In four weeks, Sara and her guard have gotten comfortable around each other, which was mainly the reason why she didn't mind him being in her room while she was packing her clothes and underwear. Lando frowned as she kept adding thongs and thin panties. "Aren't you leaving for, like, five days?" he asked. "What if I shit myself three times on day 1, Lando?" Sara asked, continuing as she folded skirts and pretty dresses in the suitcase.
"Okay, okay," Lando lifted his hands in defeat. Sara used a smaller, second suitcase for her shoes, and she threw in a couple of heels and flats. She already packed her toiletry bag and her makeup bag. "Will you be fine during the trip? I mean, it's the two of you besides some necessary guards," Lando expressed his concerns, clearly remembering how both Charles and Sara had behaved towards each other during the first week. And the second. And a part of the third. "We're okay. I guess," Sara said, zipping up her suitcases and putting them up on their wheels. "Do you have feelings for him?" Lando asked. "What's this? An interrogation?" Sara asked, and Lando shrugged now. "I'm just curious." "No, I don't. I think," she said. "You think," Lando stated, one of his eyebrows rising and a grin slowly curling his lips. "He's good-looking, alright? You are good-looking too, and I don't have feelings for you either," Sara said, and he placed his hand over his heart. "Ouch, darling." Sara rolled her eyes, handing him a handle of one of her suitcases. Sara closed the door of her room behind her, and they headed down the stairs.
Her other suitcase was taken by another guard and brought to the car outside. "So, there's attraction, but nothing else yet," Lando continued. "Not at the moment. Look, if I came across him in a bar or in a club, and he'd offer me to sit with him and his mafia friends, I'd accept," Sara sighed. "But... It's complicated. And I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, looking up at him. "I got it," Lando replied. "What's complicated?" Charles came out of his office, his phone still in his hand, and it looked like he just finished a call. "You are. Can we go now?" Sara asked, causing Lando to chuckle when Charles looked up at him. He was used to it by now, and a hint of amusement even glided across Charles' face. "Of course," he said. Charles' suitcases were already loaded into the car, and they only had to get in themselves to leave. His jet was ready at the airport of Nice. They would have a short stop in New York, refuel, and then continue the flight to McCarran International Airport. Sara and Charles got into the backseat of the car, and they headed to the airport. "The flight is so long, though," Sara remarked. "Do we get breakfast on the jet?" She asked.
"Mhm."
"Lunch?"
"Mhm."
"Snacks?"
"Sara, stop being such a brat. I organized everything for us to leave within twenty-four hours after you said you wanted to go to Vegas," Charles said, turning his face towards her. They looked at each other for a moment. "Sorry," Sara let out a breathy laugh. It was the right way to handle her. Charles suppressed a grin and he looked away again. They didn't say much during the drive, they had sixteen hours on a plane together anyway. Sara had her hair up in a bun, not caring much about looking good on his private jet. She hoped she could sleep a little to prevent the jet lag. It would be around nine in the morning when they arrive in New York. And still morning when they arrived in Las Vegas. Timezones, how crazy are they? The car dropped them off at the airport, and while Charles spoke to the pilot, the staff loaded their luggage on board. They got up the stairs and entered the jet. Sara hadn't seen his jet before, but she liked the interior.
Sara let herself fall in one of the large seats, and Charles phone rang again. He picked it up as he sat down in his seat, too, which was right across her. He spoke in French, which she barely understood. She liked hearing the language rolling off his tongue. She got a good look at him for the first time since they left, and he wore the gray sweats, a cuddly looking sweater, and a pair of sneakers. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair was slightly messy. No feelings, just attraction. Sara locked her seatbelt around her and took her phone in her hand, her eyes directed to the screen. Charles finished his phone call not much later. "Will you be working during the trip?" Sara asked. Charles shook his head. "Just leaving some things for my assistant," he replied. Charles was about to get his laptop, but the plane was closing its doors and getting ready for taxiing. He would get it after they were steady in the air. It took about fifteen minutes for the plane to climb up after take-off, and they could safely take off the seatbelts after that.
Charles took his laptop now, and while Sara was reading in a book, she wondered if he was still working or not. "We'll be staying here the upcoming nights," Charles said, turning the screen towards her. Sara closed her book, looking at the website from Skylofts at MGM Grand in Las Vegas. "This is insane, like..." The loft was huge. It was like a complete house at the top of a skyscraper, including a jacuzzi, a stunning balcony, a large bathroom, living room and a gorgeous bedroom. "You wanted Vegas, you got Vegas," Charles replied. Sara sighed softly. "I just wanted to make sure you have your space, in case you need it. Post-wedding stress," he said. Sara chuckled. "Thanks," she said, it was thoughtful of him for sure. "What are we going to do there? How are we going there?" she asked. His eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean?" Charles asked. "Are we going there as friends, acquaintances, business partners..." she summed up. "Look, I don't know how to act around you now," she blurted out.
"I got this ring on my finger, but it doesn't mean anything to me," Sara said, looking away from him, which made Charles question if she really meant that. "We're going as just us," Charles decided to say. "Don't make it weird now," Charles crunched his nose. "I'm not making it weird, I just want to make sure we're on the same line here," Sara said. "We are," Charles hummed. "Don't worry, alright? I felt like are... okay," he added. Sara slowly nodded. "You're okay. We're okay," she muttered. "We've spent three weeks being quite close, we've gotten to know each other by now," Charles said. "It's like at home, but in another city. And you were the one who wanted to go on a honeymoon," he finished. "I know," Sara whined, causing him to let out a breathy laugh. "And please don't say honeymoon anymore, I've grown to hate the word," she said. One of the personnel just came to serve the breakfast. She poured the coffee into two cups, and two plates were put in front of them. "On behalf of the staff we want to congratulate you," the staff member smiled, putting a small cake in front of them. Charles and Sara leaned forward to read what was written on it:
Happy Honeymoon!
Sara had fixed her appearance a little bit before they entered the skyscraper where Charles had booked one of the penthouses. She had combed her hair to leave it down her shoulders, and applied some light makeup to look like she wasn't suffering from too little sleep on the jet. After Charles had passed through their booking details, their suitcases were brought up right away. He only had to fill in some forms and pay a deposit before they received the key. Their booking included a personal butler, they could choose their own linnen and pillows for the bed, it was all very luxurious, and taken out of their hands. Sara was used to living the daughter of the millionaire's life, but this was something else. Charles unlocked the door of the loft, and it was even better than in the pictures. It was amazing, so spacious and bright. The windows were large and showing an incredible view upon Las Vegas. Their suitcases were placed in the corner for them. Their was a bottle of champagne to welcome them, the bathroom included the infinity tub and the immersion shower. The bedroom was huge, and the bed so large.
Sara fell back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Hey, we can see the sky," she mentioned, pointing up at the ceiling, where a window was installed. "In case you want to go stargazing tonight," Charles said, climbing onto the bed as well. He let his head rest against the pillows, folding his hands behind his head. They were worn out from the wedding two days before, the flight they just had, and they were knocked out before they could prevent it. It was Sara's timer on her phone that woke them, as it went off when the evening neared. She had set it during the flight, but as the times changed, it was going off at 5.30 p.m. Las Vegas time. They had slept a couple of hours, so, she considered it to be just a nap. Charles rubbed his eyes, turning to his side to look over at her. "I don't really feel like going out today," he said, clearing his throat. "Me neither," Sara yawned. "We can order dinner from our personal butler," Charles suggested, making her snort. "There's a restaurant in this building, we can head over there in a couple of hours," she suggested, which made him not.
Sara sat up and got off the bed. She rolled her suitcase into the bedroom and opened it up to take her bikini out. "I'm going to check out the tub, wanna come?" She asked. Charles didn't reply right away, hesitating slightly as she walked away. Sara headed over to the bathroom, starting to fill the tub with water and meanwhile stripping from her clothes to get into her bikini. She made sure her hair was up well to prevent it from getting completely soaked. Sara had taken the bottle of champagne and the two glasses, getting into the water and pouring herself a glass. She was nearly sure Charles wasn't joining her, until he entered the bathroom in his swimming trunks. Sara didn't even try to hide that she was checking him out while he got in. Their eyes crossed while seated on the opposite sites of the tub. "A glass?" She asked, which he accepted. The water bubbled softly, the lights in the bathroom were dimmed, and the purple glow from around the mirror and the interior looked pretty.
"What was the complicated thing you and Lando talked about before we left?" Charles suddenly spoke up. "You, literally. I wasn't lying," Sara said with a small smile. He rose one of his eyebrows at her. "Lando asked me if I have feelings for you," Sara said, taking a sip of her champagne. "What made your answer complicated?" Charles asked, putting his glass down, shuffling a little closer to her. "Well?" He asked, looking into her eyes. "I said there's attraction, but no feelings," Sara breathed, looking back at him. "So, if I would kiss you again, without an audience, it wouldn't make a difference?" Sara swallowed hard, keeping his gaze to not back down. "Definitely not," she hummed. The sudden grasp around her waist made her yelp, and it pulled her on his lap, against his bare upper body. He kissed her firmly, not sure whether it was the jet lag, the champagne bubbling in his mind, or just seeing her in the purple lights of the bathroom, in a bikini, right in front of him. The way he kissed her now caused her heart rate to accelerate, his tongue running over her lower lip drove her mind into overdrive. His fingertips dug into her waist as he joined the sway of her tongue. Charles pulled back, a little breathless.
"Did that make you feel anything?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing."
And they were both lying.