*Tallon*
It was more than a bit extravagant to take the private jet for such a short trip, but I didn't want to be trapped in a cramped car for hours on end. I wanted to be able to move freely and enjoy my time with Natalia.
She had asked me a million questions as she packed for the trip, trying her best to weasel some information out of me that would tell her where we were going.
She kept asking me questions that might give her some hint about our destination.
“Do I need my swimsuit?” she asked curiously. “Should I bring a jacket?” she added thoughtfully. “Will I need hiking boots? Should I pack my nice heels?”
Every time she asked, I told her to pack whatever she wanted and that if she needed something while we were gone, I would buy it for her.
Each time I refused to give her a straight answer she fixed me with an irritated pout.
It was cute, really.
“Relax,” I told her gently. “It’s a vacation. I promise, you’ll have everything that you need.”
