Page 24 of Kissing Kayley
I suppose the discerning kinkster would find it handy, but I still wasn’t exactly sure what or where I was on the vanilla-to-kinky scale, except that I knew calling myself “pure vanilla” wasn’t apropos.
Vanilla with sprinkles?
Maybe mint chocolate chip, or butter pecan?
Sometimes I feel I’m a little nuts, so I guess that one fit pretty well.
I closed the armoire without closely examining the items. That could wait.
On the kitchenette’s table, in a folder, they’d included information about the resort, along with a schedule of classes that, from the titles, I assumed pertained to lifestyle topics. There were even more class offerings on their in-house on-demand TV system.
Many of those titles made perfect sense in light of the presence of some of the available items in the armoire.
Hmm.
I started unpacking and instead of turning on the TV, I opted to connect my tablet to my small Bluetooth speaker and play music.
I didn’t want to watch the news.
I didn’t want to… think.
I didn’t want to contemplate the horrors of the day, or let guilt eat at me for whining that my vacation plans were upended while countless other lives wereliterallyupended.
Or outrightended.
I wanted to unplug from reality and pretend the rest of humanity didn’t exist, because it’d be too easy for me to get stuck navel-gazing about the state of the world instead of staying in the moment and focusing on me and Vic.
Headshrinker, analyze thyself.
By the time Vic returned twenty minutes later, my stomach growled nonstop. The heavily laden tray Vic carried held two huge servings of steaming hot macaroni and cheese, two large salads with grilled chicken, two bottles of ginger ale and two cups each containing two scoops of vanilla ice cream. There were also several packages of assorted chips, cookies, and candy.
“Wow,” I said as I sat at the table while he set out the food. “That’s… alot.”
He smiled. “I know. I overdid it but I figured if we get the munchies we’ll have something to snack on without needing to leave the room.”
We tucked into the food and?—
“Holyshit, this is the best macaroni and cheese I’ve ever had!” I said before shoveling another forkful into my mouth.
“Really?” He took a dubious taste, his eyebrows arching. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “You’re right.”
“Damn, we need to see if Leo can get this guy’s recipe out of him for the—” I cut that comment off. “For their house chef,” I finally settled on.
Vic laughed. “Good job, sweetheart. I know we’re in private, but it’s better to act as if we’re not to avoid slips.”
I managed to polish off half the salad and mac, left the rest to put in the fridge, and grabbed the ice cream.
“Any updates?” I quietly asked. “About… everything?” I assumed he would have glanced at headlines on his phone once outside the room.
He grimly shook his head. “Nothing you need to know right now. Try to pretend the outside world doesn’t exist while we’re here.”
“I tried, but that’s easier said than done.”
“Sorry it’s not the Pacific Ocean view I planned,” he said. “But hey, this way there’s even more privacy.” He grinned. “Plus,if I give you a swat on the ass in public here, no one will even bat an eye over it.”
“Swat my ass,hmm?” Truth be told, I liked it when he swatted my ass.
His dick was usually balls-deep inside me when he swatted my ass, but potato, ravioli. Amirite?
