It would be in the open because there were no tablecloths to hide under. I shrugged and pushed my chair back; Adrienne yelped, ‘no!’
When the twins came back, I suddenly felt two hands in my lap. I looked down and then up to Adrienne.
“I think we need to go,” I told Adrienne.
She just smirked and waved for the check.
“Jun, I hope to see you real soon.”
“Adrienne, tonight’s on me. It’s been ages since we went out. If it hadn’t been such a long week, I’d want to go dancing,” Jun said.
I got up and hugged Adrienne. Tyler gave me a peck on the cheek, and Jun got a hug also.
“Let me know what the plans are for tomorrow. Kara’s excited to finally meet you,” I said.
“Why don’t you two come over, and I’ll cook?” Tyler asked.
“That sounds like fun. Text me the address and we’ll be there around seven o’clock. If our shoot’s running late, I’ll let you know.”
We all walked out together. The paparazzi were there in force. Someone had tipped them off that Adrienne was there. If I were a betting man, I’d put money on Adrienne’s press agent. We stopped just before exiting. Adrienne told the twins to wait a moment, put her arm on mine, and we walked out into a sea of flashes.
“This is David Dawson, the face of Range Sports. David and I have been seeing each other off and on since I met him in Chicago,” she announced.
I guess I could do worse as far as faux girlfriends went. We posed for several minutes. Then Adrienne waved Jun out and introduced her. The two of them sandwiched me between them for more photos. Then she brought the twins out. I got my picture taken with them as well.
Tyler, Chuck, and the rest of the security details then came out and got us to Adrienne’s limo. A second car pulled up for the security people. Adrienne dropped me and the twins off at my hotel. She gave me a big kiss and swatted my butt as I got out of the car.
CHUCK DID A CHECK OF the room and I assured him that we were staying in. He had some friends in town so I told him to go have fun.
Abby and Andi Ferrell were full of questions when we got up to the suite.
“So how do you know Adrienne?” Andi asked.
I’m not sure how I could tell them apart, but for now, I could.
“We met in Chicago when Ford introduced me as the face of the Range Sports youth line. In fact, I have a video of our initial meeting, if you’d like to see it.”
“Yes, please,” they said in unison. It must be a twin thing.
I got my tablet out and played the video.
“That’s really cool. She’s so nice ... Oh good lord!”
I chuckled to myself. I loved watching girls when they saw that video for the first time. They all pretty much had the same reaction. It tended to increase my street cred about tenfold when they saw drop-dead gorgeous Adrienne kiss me like that.
Both girls gave me a look like I was a rock star. I could feel the heat in the room go up a few degrees. Greg was right, if a girl thought other girls want you, they’d tend to want you more. I tried to slow them down a little.
“Just so you know, Adrienne and I are just friends. That little show got a bit out of hand, I admit. But we don’t have designs on each other,” I told them. “So how do you know her?”
“We answered an ad in the Village Voice. Ford was having an open casting for twins or sisters who looked alike. We made the final round and then Adrienne interviewed us for the job. We just wrapped up shooting the ad. Adrienne is helping us get established,” Andi said.
“She told us what a fun guy you were, and how being seen with you would help our careers,” Abby said. “What convinced us was she said you were a good kisser. We’ve been here for the last three weeks without our boyfriends.”
Well, crud. I was so looking forward to twins. They saw my face drop and both got concerned.
“What’s wrong, did I say something?”
“Hang on. I’ll let my best friend, Tami, tell you.”
I sent her a text and she was on video chat in a flash.
“Hey, I just got back from dinner, and I want to show you what I brought home.”
I turned the tablet so Tami could see the twins.
“Oh my God! Hang on a second. No one’s going to believe this,” Tami ordered me.
I could hear her telling everyone to come to her room. It sounded like a thundering herd. Apparently Wesleyan girls had no social life, to have so many of them in on a Friday night.
“Introduce your friends, David.”
“This is Abby and Andi Ferrell. I just got back to my suite after having dinner with them. I told them I would have you explain my hookup rules.”
“Okay, they must consent to be with you. Did he force either of you to be there?”
They said ‘no’ in tandem.
“If it’s going past making out, you have to be sober. Are either of you drunk or high?”
“No.”
“You must be single. Is either of you dating or married?”
“Oh, that explains it,” Abby said. “Does he ever make an exception to that rule? We’re a little ... on edge.”
“Ask him to give you a massage. I promise that he’ll take the edge off.”
They both gave me a smoldering look. What was it they say about rules? You needed an exception to prove it. If Mr. Happy were in charge, this would be the exception.
“Thank you, Tami.”
“Hey, before you go: take your tablet to Adrienne’s tomorrow night. I want to meet her.”
“Yes, Mistress. Anything else?”
“No, that should do it.”
I heard the girl-chatter explode at Wesleyan. I was sure Tami was going to have a roomful for the rest of the night. She told me that they loved to talk about me and my adventures. I was sure New York would give them something new to talk about.
I clapped my hands and rubbed them together.
“Who wants the full treatment?”
They were bouncing up and down like they were ten years old. I’d seen there was a big soaking tub that they both could fit into, so I went into spa-guy mode.
“Ladies, there are big comfy robes in the closet; go put them on. We’ll start your spa treatment by relaxing in a tub so that you’re clean and your pores open up from the heat. I’ll go change and order room service.”
While they went to take their dresses off, I started the tub. I called room service and ordered a big pitcher of water with sliced lemons in it and sparkling cider. I couldn’t order any alcohol, but this would be a fun substitute. I changed into shorts and a fitted t-shirt.
They both came out giggling.
“This way, ladies.”
I directed them to the tub. The bathroom was steamy. They handed me their robes and my resolve started to crumble. They were a matched set of sexy fit teenage girl. I bit my lip to keep from saying something stupid. They eased into the tub. I gave them little bathtub pillows so they could lean back in comfort. I waited a few minutes, leaving them alone so they got used to the idea of me being with them naked. I could hear them whispering to each other, followed by quiet giggles. I was glad they were having fun.
I grabbed my travel bag. I had all kinds of lotions and potions that Ford had supplied me with. I also had a set of massage oils that Angie had given me for Christmas. I had brought them in hopes of using them on Kara. I put the massage oils next to the bed for later.
There came a knock on the door. I opened it to find room service. I had them set up in the bedroom. At the last moment, I had ordered two roses. The delivery girl opened the sparkling cider and filled three champagne flutes. We set them up on a tray that I could deliver to the bathroom. I thanked her and signed for a nice tip.
I entered the bathroom; they had closed their eyes and were very relaxed.
“Refreshments, ladies?” I asked.
“Ah, that’s so thoughtful.”
I started with Abby. I shampooed her hair with a special formula that was supposed to be left in for several minutes. I then scrubbed her face and neck, and then had her stand up and did the rest of her. I directed her to the shower to rinse off. Once she was done, I took her to the bedroom and let her relax and have a glass of the lemon water.