Love In Rewind (19 page)

After having an orgasm in and on every one of Louis' cars, including my new car, I was finally back home at six o'clock to get changed so we could go out for dinner. Louis had some phone calls to return so he stayed in the Jaguar while I went inside to change. I came out half an hour later to find my dad chatting it up with my boyfriend.

"This is the most beautiful car in the world. I always dreamed of owning a vintage Jag. The maintenance on it is crazy, though, and we don't have a proper garage to keep such a classic beauty. But this is amazing. The condition you keep this beauty in, Louis, is incredible. Say, what color is this anyway? I have never seen a more fitting color for this car in my life."

I could see my pompous boyfriend trying to stifle a laugh. He spotted me coming towards them and begged me silently with his eyes to be rescued from my father's line of questioning. I should go over there and tell my daddy that Louis just had his prized Jaguar painted after his daughter's nipple color. That should teach my boyfriend a lesson. My nipple color should be for his eyes only.

"Hi Daddy, nice car, right? It was Louis' dad's car. Louis just had it repainted after the color of a sunset we saw together last week. It's different shades of pink, peach, and golden nude. Gorgeous, huh?"

"Whatever color this is, it is stunning. Just perfect."

Louis smiled his boy-next-door smile at me, the one that stops time and my heart. He was shaking his head agreeing with my father's assessment of my nipple color.

"David, I couldn't agree more that it's the most beautiful color I've ever seen in my life. I needed to share it with the world."

I raised myself on my toes to whisper in Louis' ear, "You owe me big, Pip."

"I am in your debt indefinitely, little girl."

Surprise...

A
fter dating for a little over a month, one evening during a stroll in Central Park, Louis asked, "Our birthdays are coming up next week. Can I make plans for the both of us? I already asked your parents and they said no problem as long as it's okay with you."

"Of course it's okay with me; what did you have in mind?"

"Now what kind of surprise would that be if I told you what we were doing?"

"Just tell me. I'll act totally surprised. I promise," I said, laughing.

"Nice try, slick. No way; I'm surprising you if it's the last thing I do."

"And how will I know what to wear?" I retorted, trying to reason with the most unreasonable man I knew.

"Jenna will dress you."

"So my sister knows about the surprise and I don't?" I said, trying to sound as wounded as possible.

"Don't feel bad, your parents and Grandma also know." That earned Louis a hard slap on the chest. "Don't hit me woman, you know how sensitive I am when it comes to you."

*****

Our birthdays were three days away so I made sure I was ready for anything. I treated myself to the works: a haircut, manicure, and pedicure, even a facial. I went a little crazy and opted for a Brazilian bikini wax that left me completely hairless. I had picked up Louis' birthday gift and worked on the rest of my surprise for him.

Jenna called me a day before my birthday on July 20
^th
and asked if I'd like to go and have coffee with her at Yura's, which was down the block from my house. I jumped at the opportunity to try and extract as much info as I could from my sister about my upcoming birthday surprise. Jenna, however, was tougher to crack than 007.

"Did Louis pay you, Mom, and Dad to keep quiet? JenJen, can you at least tell me what to wear tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure, Emmy … whatever you're wearing now is perfect."

"Jen, stop being silly. Is Louis closing down some fancy restaurant for us? Make sure he invited Sara; I've been such a shitty friend to her lately. She's leaving for London in a few days so I have to see her on my birthday."

All I got was a big nod and a laugh. I could tell my sister was enjoying torturing me. I wouldn't get much out of her today. When we got home an hour or so later a black limo was pulled up at the curb right in front of my house. As soon as I walked up the stairs with Jenna to go inside, Louis came out of the limo smiling that familiar beautiful smile at me. He was so gorgeous; every time I saw him it was like the first time all over again.

"Hi baby, are you ready to go?"

I looked over at my smirking conspirator of a sister and walked back down the stairs to the main culprit.

"Ready to go where, Louis?" I asked, a little thrown off and a lot curious.

"It's a surprise … we need to get going; go say goodbye to your family."

I was very confused. I looked up to where my sister was standing and was now joined by both my parents, all wearing huge smiles on their faces ready to send me off. I ran up the stairs.

"Mommy, Daddy, what's going on? Where is Louis taking me?"

"Enjoy honey, it's a surprise," my mom said, giving me a big hug which was followed by a kiss from my dad. My sister also came in to give me a hug and then whispered in my ear.

"You are one lucky bitch."

They all waved to Louis while I got into the limo as clueless as ever.

Thirty minutes later we pulled into JFK airport and into a private jet terminal.

"Louis, we're flying somewhere? I don't have my passport; I didn't pack anything. I don't even have a pair of underwear on me. These shorts were too tight for underwear."

He took my hand and put it on his semi-hard cock. "Please don't tell me about your lack of underwear because we won't make it to our final destination."

"Which is?" I asked.

"For me to know and for you to eventually find out." He must've seen the discombobulated expression on my face, because he took a small amount of pity on my nerves.

"Don't worry, Jenna and your mom packed for you and whatever you'll still need I'll buy you. I also have your passport and underwear are actually strictly prohibited where we're headed."

"My parents know you're taking me away on an overnight trip and they're okay with it?" I asked him, feeling as if I'd just entered a parallel universe where my parents let me smoke pot and get tattoos.

"Your parents have given me their blessings. They said, and I quote, 'Louis, what a wonderful idea.
'
"

I was officially speechless.

We boarded a private jet that only had eight seats. The aircraft interior was decorated in a beautiful royal blue and gold color scheme. The plush recliner seats were upholstered in rich navy colored leather with burled wood tables separating every pair of seats. We sat down, Louis buckled me in, and smiled his glorious dimple-showing loving smile at me. The flight attendant walked over and welcomed us with champagne.

Louis held my hand as we took off and kept our clasped hands next to his mouth, giving the back of my hand soft kisses every once in a while. He was reading and signing some paperwork during the flight and I guess I must've dozed off. We landed about two or three hours later. Louis had the shades drawn while I napped. I had no idea where we were.

Over the loudspeaker our pilot announced, "Mr. Bruel and Ms. Marcus, I hope you enjoyed your flight with us today. Let me be the first to welcome you both to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos."

Louis turned his head to me and smiled. "Surprise."

This is not real. Things like this don't really happen to girls like me
. How could he be this perfect?

Louis informed me that we'd be staying in Turks and Caicos for the weekend to celebrate both our birthdays. The house we were staying in was one of the properties he still had on the market. He said it was the same house that he wanted to bring me to with his indecent proposal to me during our first kitchen encounter.

During the ride to the house I called my parents to let them know that we'd landed safely. I promised to call them every day to check in. The ride to the house was lovely. The lush countryside and the cloudless sky were just beautiful. I couldn't wrap my brain around where we were together. I was drinking in my surroundings when Louis said, "All the villas on the island have names. You see that home over there is called
Stargazer
and if you look over there, hidden behind those palm trees that's the
Coral House."

"What's the name of the house we're staying in?" I asked.

"Tell you what, ask me the same question tomorrow. You will appreciate its name once you get to experience the villa first hand."

Louis went all real estate broker on me and started selling me the property we were slowly approaching.

"The estate we'll be staying on is located on Grace Bay beach in an area of Turks called Providenciales. It's a stunning eleven thousand square foot beachfront villa with full-time staff. It is set on ten acres of land with three hundred feet of white sand beach frontage. Emily, wait until you see this place. It exudes Caribbean charm and oozes romance; it should be right up your alley. There are six bedrooms and seven bathrooms and any amenity you can think of. I think I've said enough. Baby, I can't wait to see your reaction to
the
Blue—
I mean the villa."

The place he described sounded spectacular. I quickly added, "I'll take it. It sounds perfect for me and my nonexistent budget." My gorgeous boyfriend smirked at my reply and kissed me softly.

Fifteen minutes later, our chauffeured SUV pulled up to a gated property. Louis got out and punched some numbers into a keypad and the gates parted for us. We drove ahead onto a winding driveway that led to a stunning white Mediterranean villa with a red terra cotta Spanish roof. The sprawling estate was set amidst lush palm trees and yellow hibiscus bushes. The carved, arched front doors were at least ten feet high.

Louis unlocked the front doors and led us both inside. I walked in behind him and gasped. A row of glass French doors lined the entire wall facing us as we entered. As soon as I walked in all I saw through the glass wall of doors was turquoise ocean stretching out indefinitely. I was drawn to the windows like a moth to light. I didn't notice the beautiful crystal chandeliers or the marble double staircase framing the wall of doors or the fact that the house was totally empty; I was entranced.

"I hope you don't mind that we're staying in this empty house. We could go to one of the hotels on the island if you want. I just thought it would be romantic to spend the weekend alone, just the two of us in paradise. Blue Lagoon-style," Louis said, while walking over to me and engulfing me from behind.

"Louis, I'm speechless, this house is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Will we be sleeping on the beach or in a tree?" I asked, laughing. He moved my hair to the side of my shoulder and nibbled up my neck.

"Tree, of course," Louis said with a straight face looking down at me. "Come little girl. I need to show you the color of the ocean."

Louis did prove to me that my eyes indeed matched the color of the clear blue water in Turks and Caicos. The view was straight out of a postcard. The sand was powder white and the turquoise colored waters seemed like a man-made pool; it didn't look real. The villa had a rectangular shaped, long pool with an infinity edge extending seamlessly into the blue ocean. It was as if we were the last two people left on a deserted island in the lap of luxury.

The sun was beginning to set. We had our dinner brought in and set outside on the patio by a sweet lady. She left so quickly I didn't even get a chance to say hello. We were having whole steamed black lobsters, which, according to Louis, were locally caught.

"Louis, this place is amazing. What did I do to deserve this and you, and when am I waking up?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Louis countered. Taking my lemon drenched fingers he sucked the juices of each one profanely. I could feel the fire and the need growing deep in my core. I was yearning to be somewhere entangled in Louis. I thought tonight would definitely be the night I bid my hymen farewell. The wooer beside me had been nothing but patient with me, willing to endure celibacy to prove his love. Tonight I would give him the only gift I had to prove my love and devotion. I just hoped he'd still want me after I gave it to him.

"This is the best surprise I've ever had. I still don't know how you talked my parents into letting me come with you."

"I can be very persuasive. Especially when something is as important to me as you. I had to make it happen."

"Did you promise my dad I'd have my own house with a drawn up moat?" I asked, laughing. Louis took a piece of lobster meat, dipped it in lemon then hot butter and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth for him to feed me. When his fingers came in contact with my lips I had to suck them. Lobster with Louis was my new favorite delicacy.

"Em, I negotiate for a living. But truthfully, this was the hardest negotiation of my life. Just so we're clear. I was bringing you here even if I had to smuggle you out of the country."

I had no doubt he was dead serious.

"Thank you for bringing me here, I'm sure it wasn't easy but very much appreciated." I got up and moved to stand between his legs. I put my hands in his hair and pulled him into me for a hug. He tightened his grip around my waist and rested his head on my chest.

"It was worth the effort. Tomorrow morning I'll get the best birthday present of my life when I get to wake up with you in my bed. This is not what I imagined when I invited you to come with me to Turks six weeks ago in that kitchen. Who knew that I would be madly in love with you? Emily, what I feel for you is indescribable. I have never been happier. You, little girl, have become my whole life."

God, I loved that man and thanked the heavens for whoever decided that I deserved to have him.

I really wasn't expecting this trip. I didn't know when I left with Louis in the limo earlier that day that we wouldn't be coming back to our respective homes before our birthdays. I was upset that tomorrow morning I wouldn't have his birthday gift to present to him. I knew that a man like Louis could get himself anything. Money was no object, and there wasn't anything that he wanted that I could possibly afford to buy him. I wanted to give him something that was special and meaningful. I had hidden a gift for Louis in his bed under the pillow. My plan was to call him first thing on the morning of our birthday and tell him to reach under his pillow for his gift. My plan had failed miserably. The gift wasn't extravagant; it was more sentimental. I had a long silver chain made for him with a small round disc hanging from it. The disc was engraved with a quote from his favorite book,
Great Expectations
. Now I felt silly being empty-handed on his birthday when he'd gotten me a trip to paradise for mine. Since my body was the only gift he'd get, I hoped it was enough for him.