Chapter 11

MY SEXY FOREIGN DADDY

SADIE

“Are you sure you have your passport?” my mom asks me for the millionth time.

I hold back the eye roll because I know she’s just trying to be helpful. “Yes, Mom, I’ve got everything.”

I know I have everything because I’ve checked my bags at least five times since this morning.

“I don’t want to get to Spain and realize I’ve forgotten something any more than you want me to,” I add with a smile.

“I still can’t believe you’re going to be gone the whole summer.”

“It’ll be fine, Mom. You and Dad will enjoy having the house to yourselves.”

I stifle my grimace when I see the heated look they give each other. Good god, I hope they at least have the decency to wait another hour until I’ve left before they start christening every room.

As soon as I’m gone, they can have it because if I get my way, then I won’t be coming back here at all except for the occasional visit with my husband. I bite back a grin at the very idea of it. So what if my future husband is completely clueless and also my best friend’s dad? Stranger things have happened. I’ve been waiting for this summer for years. Adriana and I finally graduated high school, and we’re both 18. This trip to Spain is our graduation present from her dad, the unbelievably sexy Mr. Rodriguez, and I don’t plan on wasting a second of it.

When the doorbell finally rings, I run to it and throw it open. I crush Adriana in a big hug and look over her shoulder, trying to spot her dad.

“Where’s your dad?” I ask when I see it’s just an Uber car in the driveway.

“He had to leave last night, some work emergency, but he said he’d meet us at the airport.”

I try to hide my disappointment at not being able to fly over with him and instead focus on how much fun we’re going to have. After some very lengthy goodbyes, we’re finally loaded up and on our way to the airport.

When we’re finally there and through all the checkpoints, we collapse onto a couple of chairs in our boarding section. I turn to Adriana with a big smile, “Thanks for not mentioning that you’ll be with your mom for the first two weeks.”

She laughs and nudges my arm with her elbow. “You owe me big time.”

You have no idea, I think to myself. Adriana’s mom is taking her to France for a couple of weeks so they can spend some alone time together, and I’ll be staying with her dad while they’re gone. All alone with Mr. Rodriguez!

“You’re going to be bored out of your mind though,” she adds. “My dad will probably be working the whole time. Are you sure you don’t want me to ask my mom if you can come? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

I hurry up and stop this line of thought. “Not! You two haven’t seen each other in a while, and you need this time. I’ll be perfectly fine. I’ve seen pictures of that amazing pool he has,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll be happy to just hang out there all day. By the time you get back, I’ll have an amazing tan going.”

She laughs because my pale skin tends to burn rather than tan, and I silently thank my mom for making me pack several bottles of sunscreen. We spend the next thirty minutes talking about all the things we want to do once she gets back from France. I look up in surprise when they announce that first class can board and Adriana starts to gather her things.

“Come on,” she says with a grin. “My dad made sure we had first-class tickets to make up for us not being able to go in the private jet with him.”

I quickly gather my bags and follow her to the counter, pretending like I know what the fuck I’m doing. Adriana is used to all this money, but I grew up in a family where both parents worked and we still struggled with money on many occasions. Adriana and her dad don’t act stuck up. You’d never know Mr. Rodriguez was so ridiculously wealthy just by hanging around him. He’s very down-to-earth and nice, not to mention incredibly sexy.

When we were settled in first class, I let out a sigh and made myself comfortable. A girl could get used to this. Once we’re in the air, the adrenaline rush starts to wear off, and the last few days of excitement start to catch up to me. I can barely keep my eyes open. Adriana notices and tosses me an eye mask.

“I’ll wake you up if anything exciting happens,” she says, already putting her earbuds in and reclining her chair.

I put the mask on and bury myself under the comfy blanket the flight attendant hands me. I plan on just taking a short nap, but the next thing I know, Adriana is waking me up, telling me to get ready for landing.

“I slept for nine hours!” I say, scurrying to grab my bag and run to the bathroom.

A quick look in the mirror makes me groan. The blanket left an imprint on my face, my hair was a mess, and my clothes were a wrinkly mess. This can’t be the first look that Mr. Rodriguez gets of me! I run a brush through my long, dark hair, splash water on my face, and brush the living hell out of my teeth.

I just make it back to my seat before the seatbelt sign comes on.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I yell at Adriana.

She laughs, not understanding how badly I wanted to look good for her dad.

“I tried. You were out of it, Sadie, like dead to the world. Your hours are going to be so fucked up,” she says with another laugh.