With the two of them giving me looks that would melt ice at the North Pole, I was having some problems. I actually busted out laughing when they both did an identical sexy shimmy and look at the same time. Devin and his marketing guy about had accidents in their pants. I called a time-out.
“Bev, I either need a cold shower or we need to start losing some clothes and do this thing,” I complained.
Adrienne and Kara were plotting over in the corner. Devin came up to offer his advice.
“I vote for fewer clothes,” he said with a serious look.
I looked over and his marketing guy was nodding. Bev and I laughed at them.
“We could do some art shots you could use for your cover. I bet you could sell your catalogs instead of giving them away, with this sexy trio,” Bev advised.
“Go talk to Adrienne and see if she has some ideas,” Devin told her.
I was surprised when Adrienne suggested we get into biking gear. That was until Kara and Adrienne came out in what amounted to spandex. When I saw them, I hurried over to Kendal to make sure I had the resale rights, because this was going to be money.
When Adrienne and Kara saw me, they made me go lose my underwear. When I came back, Bev actually blushed. The evil twins huddled around me, and Adrienne had Kara adjust me so I wasn’t obscene. It became obvious neither one of them had underwear on, either, when their nipples popped.
Sometimes it’s just sexier to have clothes on. Neither Adrienne nor Kara had any need for a bra. Adrienne’s D cups were a force of nature, and Kara was sporting a solid C cup. They were a couple of those rare women who didn’t sag. You would think their boobs were fake by the way they stood so firm. I had been in contact with both, via hugs, and more intimate means with Kara. I could attest that they were 100% natural national treasures.
All I can say is the afternoon flew by. Devin was so happy he invited us all out to dinner at his friend’s steakhouse. Even Adrienne thought it was a special day.
WHEN I GOT BACK TO my room, Kara was sound asleep in my bed. I was getting a drink of water when my phone rang; it was Tami. It must be serious because it was something like three in the morning in London.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, letting the concern come through my voice.
“I just got home from a party,” she half slurred.
This was something new because Tami never got drunk. She was always the responsible one.
“Have you been drinking?” I asked.
I knew the drinking age was 18 to purchase alcohol in public in London, but it was legal for kids 5 to 17 to consume alcohol on private property.
“We went out to a party and got pissed. They threw a going-away party for me even though I would be back in a few weeks. I just wanted to warn you: when you come and pick me up at the airport, Simon decided to join me. He bought the ticket tonight. I know how you get. I didn’t want him showing up unannounced.”
“I’m not picking you up,” I told her.
She took it wrong.
“Damn it, David! I thought you’d outgrown this pettiness about me dating someone. If you’d just give him a chance, you’d like Simon. The two of you are a lot alike.”
“Hang on! I’m not picking you up because I’m in Park City, Utah.”
“Oh,” was all she managed.
“Do you need someone to pick the two of you up?” I asked.
“Yeah, Mom’s working. I told her I had it sorted.”
I chuckled because she was picking up some of the English idioms. Next, she’d have a proper British accent.
“It sounds like you just need to go to bed. I’ll make sure someone is there at the airport when you arrive. I’ll even get over my pettiness and see if they’ll let Simon into their car.”
“Fine!” she yelled, and hung up on me.
That was not the way to endear yourself to somebody doing you a favor. I thought about who would be willing to drive to O’Hare and pick up Tami and her new beau. I called Jeff.
“What’s up?!” he answered.
Great, another one who’d been drinking.
“Tami needs someone to pick her up from the airport. Can you do it?” I asked.
“Sure. Why aren’t you doing it?” he asked.
“I’m in Utah, plus she’s bringing home her boyfriend. I couldn’t last that long in the car without wanting to kill him.”
Jeff knew how I was and accepted it. Then I heard him chuckle.
“I’ll get Alan to go with me. He’ll get all the info out of them.”
That made me laugh. Between Tami and Alan, I didn’t know which one was a bigger gossip-hound. What would make it fun was he had no filters, most of the time. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall once Alan got started. This was the perfect revenge for Tami being bitchy to me.
Chapter 29 – Just Tell Me
Sunday December 21
My guest was showing up today. Nancy had sent me a text telling me when her flight would be in. I’d originally set it up so she’d have flown in with me, but she wanted to spend the weekend with her family. Devin volunteered to go get her. He said he’d show her around while I worked. I thought it was a little strange because we were snowboarding today, and Devin loved to snowboard.
The rest of the shoot would be outdoors. Overnight it had snowed, giving us an inch of nice new powder. Adrienne and Kara could ski, so Bev was going to have them on skis instead of snowboards. I was happy to see Bud and Laurie were waiting for us. Bev got us together before we hit the slopes.
“We’ve blocked off one of the ski runs for the shoot. I want you all to go make a run on one of the public slopes to get your legs under you. Once you feel comfortable, we’ll do the shoot on the fresh snow. So, go have fun.”
I was happy when she gave us all GoCams to strap onto our heads. I thought it was a genius idea to show us having fun on the slopes. Bud was acting funny, so I made sure the two of us were on the same ski lift to the top of the hill.
“Why are you acting weird?” I asked.
“That’s Adrienne!” he blurted out.
“Yes, and Kara ...” I teased him. “Adrienne’s a pretty good kisser.”
“I call bullshit! There’s no way you kissed her.”
I pulled out my phone and played him the video.
“Send me the video,” he ordered.
I just smiled at him and texted him the link.
“Tell you what: you follow Adrienne and Kara down the hill, and make sure they’re okay, and I’ll follow your sister,” I suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” Bud agreed.
When we got off at the top, Laurie headed towards the snowboard run. They didn’t want the skiers getting wiped out by a snowboarder doing something crazy. She didn’t give me any time to think about it and took off. I had to hurry to catch up.
Speed was the last thing I needed when we hit the first set of bumps. She was ripping it up as I came flying up behind her. Luckily, she saw me as I hit the first big bump and caught some serious air. When we viewed it on her GoCam later, it was a spectacular face-plant. I must have done three flips before I came to a sudden stop. She zoomed up to see if I was alive, and she found me laughing.
“Again! I want to do it again!” I yelled as she helped me up.
“Oh, dear lord! You’re worse than Bud, and he’s like a three-year-old sometimes,” she scolded me.
I had a blast snowboarding with Laurie. She taught me tricks as I continued to wipe out. She was impressed I just kept bouncing back up and going again.
When we got to the bottom of the hill, we found a worried Adrienne and Kara ... and no Bud.
“Where’s my brother?” Laurie asked.
“The ski patrol’s bringing him down. He ran into a tree,” Adrienne told her.
Laurie got a panicked look on her face because hitting a tree could kill you. We saw two men with red vests and a white cross. One was in front, and the other was behind, with a rope attached to the back to help guide the toboggan that had Bud on it. I heard the ambulance as it pulled into the parking lot. Bud looked to be in bad shape.