“Let’s keep walking,” he suggests, and we continue on our stroll, still eating our way through the pretzel.
We reach the backside of the amphitheater and see some semi-trucks parked, along with two motor coaches. The one trailer has pictures plastered all over it, advertising one of my favorite singers of all time, Reese Blackwood’s, newest tour. “Nathan!” I practically screech.
“What is wrong, babe?” he asks, all concerned.
“Do you think that they’re setting up for Reese?”
He looks at the trailers and around, before looking back at me. “Looks like it.” He pulls out his phone and taps at his screen a few times. “Yep, she’s playing here tomorrow night. Would you want to go? I can see if tickets are still available,” he offers.
“Would I like to go?” I ask, a little dumbfounded at the question. “I thought you knew everything about me?” I tease him.
“Oh, baby, I do.” He smirks, pulling me close and whispering in my ear. “I know exactly how you feel when you come on my cock, or better yet, on my tongue.” I shiver at his words, a spark of lust shooting down my spine.
“I’ve always wanted to see Reese, she’s my favorite singer ever, I just haven’t ever had the chance to see her yet.”
“I’ll see what I can do to fix that,” he says, kissing my temple. “I just sent an email off to the label to see if any VIP tickets are available still. They sometimes hold some back and release them the morning of events, otherwise, I can pick up some general admission passes tomorrow.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
“Of course, no reason to tease you. If just the potential of going makes you this excited, I can’t wait to see just how you are tomorrow when we’re at the concert,” he says.
“I love you; you know that, right?” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back to me.
“I know,” he confirms, kissing me hard.
* * *
Nathan
My surprise is almost blownwhen we come upon the concert venue being set up. What Harper doesn’t know is that this concert is the reason we came to New York City. I’ve had VIP tickets for this concert burning a hole in my pocket for weeks now. She acts like I wouldn’t know Reese is her favorite singer. She’s almost always got her music playing in the background, and has every lyric memorized, probably just as well as Reese does.
“Let’s keep exploring. Hopefully, the label will get back to me by morning and then we can plan our day around the concert,” I suggest.
“Sounds good to me.” She easily agrees, falling right into my plan for tomorrow.
We take in a good portion of Central Park on our walk, finally turning back toward the hotel once the sun starts to lower in the horizon. I left today open, not really knowing what we’d want to go see once I let Harper in on where it was we were going. I’m glad that I did so, as just having this time to be together and explore was a very pleasant day.
We finally make it back to the hotel and decide to order in room service for dinner.
“Come, join me,” I ask Harper, offering her my hand to take while she stands. We head out onto the private balcony that our suite has. We stand together at the glass wall, taking in the night view of the city.
“Thank you for this,” Harper says, leaning into me.
“I’ve got so much more in store for you this week, this is only the beginning,” I admit, kissing her shoulder.
“You spoil me,” she muses.
She isn’t wrong, I’d give this woman anything in this world if it would make her happy. Thankfully, I know that she’s not materialistic and items don’t note her worth. She’s about the practical, the time spent together is what’s important.
“I’m going to let you in on a little of the plans for tomorrow,” I say, figuring that she should know some of what I have planned.
“Go on,” she says.
“After breakfast, we have appointments in the spa, starting with a couple’s massage. After that, you’re scheduled for a facial, manicure, pedicure, haircut and color, the whole shebang. Plan to be there most of the day, getting pampered and ready for our date tomorrow night.”
“What about the concert?” She pouts slightly and I can’t help but chuckle.
“The concert is the reason we came to New York City, babe. We already have tickets.”