“Yes.”
“My vibrator?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Lube?”
I grinned at her. “You have a one-track mind.”
“You’re the one thinking about something in my bedroom.” She poked my bicep. “Is it my sheets?”
“No.”
“Hmmm…is it…clothing?”
“Yes.”
“Panties?”
“No.”
She snapped her fingers. “It has to be bras.”
My lips tipped at her confidence. “Nah. I don’t like when you wear a bra, so I definitely wouldn’t be thinking about them.”
“Perv,” she cooed. “Let me think. Well, if I’m to trust your mind went to something you like, then…my pajamas?”
I nodded. “That’s right. Ding, ding, ding. Damn, Elsa, you’re good at this game.”
She kicked her pretty feet and squealed. “Holy shit, I got it with five questions to spare. Wow, I’m gifted.”
My shoulders shook with laughter. After this drive with this girl, I’d never look at traffic jams the same.
And I could say, without a single doubt, nothing would ever top this one.
An hour later, we reached our destination. Elena had been right. This drive wasn’t just a drive—I’d always known exactly where we’d end up.
Her face was plastered to her window, taking in the bumpy, dirt road we were on, winding through Topanga Canyon to the campground spot I’d reserved for us.
“Are we…staying here?”
I couldn’t get a read on her, if she was interested or horrified. I figured the only way I’d get her sleeping under the stars was to spring it on her, but we wouldn’t be exactly roughing it.
“We are.” I pulled to a stop in front of the campground, which didn’t resemble any form of camping I’d ever done.
Elena hopped out of the truck, charging onto the site, which was more of an outdoor hotel room built in the middle of two massive trees. There were lights strung up around the perimeter, and lanterns scattered throughout the area.
“You brought me to”—she spun around, her hands pressed together under her chin—“a treehouse? We’re really staying here?”
“Up to you. We can hang out, have dinner, and go home when we’re ready to go to bed. Or we can sleep here. Whatever you want.”
She slowly crossed the packed-earth floor. When she reached me, she leaned into my chest. “You found this place for me?”
She didn’t have to say it was obvious this place wasn’t something I would’ve chosen for myself. From the oversized claw-foot tub for open-air baths, to the round bed hanging from one of the thick tree branches, to the candles on every surface, this was where a man took his woman.
“I did. Thought you might like it, but it’s okay with me if you don’t.”
“I do like it. I’m not sure if I’m sold on sleeping outside, but I could be convinced.”