"So, what's on the agenda today, Princess?" Jackson felt a little disappointed that Connor left. He had hoped to have the day and night to himself, and now that would be unlikely.
Sarah stood, took his face in her hands, and kissed him on the forehead. "You, sir, are officially off duty. I'm going shopping, then spending the rest of the day at the spa. Tonight, I'm going to curl up with a book and wait for Connor to call."
"You want me to go to the spa with you? I wouldn't mind a little massage therapy, if you know what I mean."
"Absolutely not. You have been playing nursemaid for two days. Make today all about you, you deserve it."
He raised an eyebrow. "If you insist."
As she practically danced out of the room, and up the stairs, she shouted, "Later, Stud." He loved seeing her like this. He hoped it would last.
Jackson considered his options for the day. Should I go find a little afternoon delight or kill some time here and wait for tonight? Could do both, but Sarah would call me a glutton. Definitely still in the mood for a low IQ. Since it was Friday and all the fun ones would be out drinking after work, he decided to take another walk, then maybe a nap. He'd hit some local bars later until he found just what he wanted. No settling tonight, he had all the time in the world.
He took a long, hot shower at 5:00. Then laid out his clothes for the evening and crawled into bed for a catnap. He planned to head into town about 8:30. Too early and the ladies would be sober. Too late and they'd be sloppy drunk. The best time to have fun seducing them was about 9:00-9:30. Just when they were getting a little tipsy and their inhibitions were taking a walk, but before they were slurring their words. Poor things had command of so few as it was.
He had nearly nodded off when he heard Sarah come home. He sat up in bed, waiting for her to come in and show him the shoes she inevitably bought. She definitely carried shopping bags, but at the top of the stairs, instead of turning right to his room she headed left to her own. That's odd. "Hey," he yelled.
She peeked around his door. "What's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Nothing, I'm going to take a bath then start my book."
"Don't you want to show me your treasures?"
"I told you, today is all about you." And she skipped away.