Page 18 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
8:30 PM - After-dinner drinks and mixer, back-room Sherman’s Lounge.
11:00 PM - Lights Out! We have a big day tomorrow!
SATURDAY
7:00 AM - Morning yoga.
9:00 AM - Breakfast, buffet style, at Rafaels.
10:30 AM - Painting Portraits Class.
12:00 PM - Lunch, Poolside, Cabanas 10 and 11.
Followed by some swimming and relaxing pool time.
5:00 PM - Champagne Tasting, back-room Sherman’s Lounge.
7:00 PM - Dinner at Rafaels, private patio reserved.
10:00 PM - Vegas Strip Scavenger Hunt.
Winners receive an amazing secret prize.
SUNDAY
10:00 AM - Breakfast, buffet style, at Rafaels.
12:00 PM - Shuttles to the airport.
She’s got every fucking minute of the weekend planned out for us, even when to go to sleep tonight. Is she going to tell me when to take a piss, too? I look to Blake, surprised he’s on board for this. He’s usually not an organized-activity, follow-an-itinerary kind of guy. I try to catch his eye, but he’s looking surprisingly chill. Smiling at everything and nothing simultaneously, while posing as the picture of relaxation in his chinos and Tommy Bahama-style shirt.
“Is she for real with this?” I lean into Bristol again, happy when she doesn’t pull away.
“This has Taylor-the-controller written all over it,” she mutters.
What does she know that I don’t?
I move in closer until her hair is the only thing between my lips and her ear. “Yeah, but Blake looks so fucking happy, he’s almost dopey.”
She scoffs. “Twenty bucks says he took a Xanax for the plane trip here, and it hasn’t worn off yet.”
I laugh, unable to stop myself.
Taylor looks at us sternly, making me slink down in my chair.
“Busted,” Bristol singsongs under her breath, making me laugh harder.
My body shakes as I try to contain myself. “Knock it off.” I lightly backhand Bristol on her arm. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“Too late.” She puts her hand over her mouth and struggles to control her giggles. And just like that, I’m back in grade school with Blake, and one of us has said something to make the other laugh. Like now, it’s probably not even that funny, but the more we try to hold it in, the harder we fail.
Taylor stops her itinerary review to stare us both down this time.
The dam releases. I scoot back my chair as I double over, howling with laughter. Tears run down my face. I grab Bristol’s hand and pull her with me toward the door.
“Sorry, Taylor,” I gasp. “Be right back.”
We make it to the corridor that leads to the main dining area and attempt to rein it in.
