Chase insisted on taking care of all of the arrangements for the limo, since the task of retrieving the license was now no longer his, with Max and Chelsea having to take care of that on their own. I tried to explain to him that it wasn’t his fault, but he still wanted to do it. I was so used to every man I’ve been involved with just using me as a fancy meal ticket that it was actually kind of nice. Not that Chase and I were involved or anything like that. That would never work out, not with him being Max’s best friend. Plus, well, it just wouldn’t work.

Anyway, I was sitting on my front porch, bags already packed by my side. I wanted to be ready when he got here since we had so much to do. I had just hung up the phone from speaking with Danielle about where exactly we were going to pick up the dress, and to let her know where in the airport they were meeting, when Chase pulled up in one bad ass limo, proving that the man truly did have good taste.

I was still in the process of picking up my jaw from off the ground when Chase opened the back door and stepped out, and I’d be a damn liar if I said he didn’t look like he belonged in that ride. When he stepped out he could have been mistaken for some sort of movie star, or some other big time celebrity. His curly dark brown hair had been trimmed up to a slight fade, and his face had been clean shaven, leaving only a slight goatee and mustache. The sun seemed to glint off of his hazel eyes, and there was a mischievous smirk on his face. He was wearing a black button-down shirt with the first three buttons undone and showing off a hint of muscles beneath, with a pair of grey slacks tailored to perfection. Let’s just say I was more than glad today was a panty wearing day otherwise I may have left a wet spot on the chair I was sitting in. And I felt more than underdressed when I stood with my black low cut tank top and ripped-up jeans.

“Should I go back in and change?” I asked Chase as he started up my walkway. I bent down to pick up my bags.

“No,” he responded on a laugh, “I had to stop by the office this morning before heading to the jewelry store to pick up the rings, and the limousine place. There’s a particular client that doesn’t think highly of any of the other lawyers, even the partners, and seems to not understand why I have need of a vacation. But, she’s our biggest ticket so I have to keep her appeased.”

“Hmmm…I bet you do.”

“Besides, I like what you have on just fine. It accentuates your…personality,” he said, coming a little closer to me.

Just as he said that a burly Asian man who looked like he doubled as a Sumo wrestler cleared his throat. “Your bags, ma’am.” The twinkle in his eye said he was probably laughing at us on the inside. I handed over my few bags to him so that he could take them over to the trunk I didn’t even notice had been opened.

Shaking myself (it couldn’t possibly have been a flirting session!) I started towards the limo saying to Chase as I passed by him, “Ok, I’m dying to check this baby out.”

I could have sworn I heard him say, “I’m dying to check something out myself, but not anything with wheels.” But maybe I just heard wrong, so I just kept on walking.

I didn’t think it was even possible, but the damn thing looked even better up close. I’m not exactly a car junkie or anything, but I do have an appreciation for nice rides, and this one had me damn near drooling. All black H3 Hummer Stretch with chromed out wheels and silver trimming. “I can’t wait to get inside this thing!” I squealed.

“So get in,” Chase said, from right behind me. When the driver made his way over to open the door (and I’m assuming to help me in) Chase stopped him saying, “I got this. Besides, you’re just our driver, not our servant, and you’ll still get a hefty tip.”

As he opened the door I said to him with a sly smile, “Well aren’t you the perfect gentleman?”

“I do try,” he replied, in a tone that seemed deeper than usual. He took my hand and helped me up and into the awaiting carriage.

“Oh my goodness,” were the only words I could manage to utter when I attempted to take it all in at once. It was like entering the T.A.R.D.I.S., so much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Instead of stepping into the back of a vehicle, it felt as though I was entering a plush hotel suite. No, there wasn’t a bed, but there was a Jacuzzi set up in the very back, and while the windows were tinted to where no one could see in from the outside, there was a clear and perfect view from the inside. Leather seats all around with about a million different compartments for who knows what. Everything looked so pristine and clean I was afraid to sully it by touching it.

“If you could quit ooooing and ahing over everything long enough to sit down, the driver can get us going, and I’ll tell everything conveniently hidden behind each of these cubby holes. ’Cause this ride here, is truly a limousine made for Detroit.”

“Dang, am I that bad? Because I gotta admit, I feel like a kid in a friggin’ candy store right now.”

Chase laughed at me and hit a button that must have been an intercom to the driver. “We’re ready.” Then we pulled away from the curb, which I only knew from looking out of the window. The ride so smooth I couldn’t tell we were even rolling.

“This is just, wow, I can’t possibly put it into words.” There was even a plasma screen on the back of the driver’s partition.

Chase handed me the remote to the T.V. while he held another smaller remote in his hand. “The television is equipped with Wi-Fi for all of your streaming needs, with HBO, Netflix, and Hulu set up and ready to go. The compartment sliding out to your right is your personal mini bar, no worries, I have my own on my side.” He made both slide out in demonstration as he continued, “If you would open up the top compartment of your mini bar, you will see perfectly rolled and crisp blunts, joints, and a pack of Newports for your smoking convenience.” They were in what could only be described as a cooling drawer. Now I understood what he said about this truly being a Detroit limo. “Mine has its own too, but puff, puff pass is so much more fun.”

“Damn, the only thing missing is food and a bed.” He cleared his throat before pushing yet another button, making me want to switch remotes with him, as he proved that not even that was missing. A panel opened up beneath my feet and his, as boards pulled out to connect and make a nice sized bed that would give the Hilton a run for its money. “I stand corrected. I am so glad you’re the one that chose and not me. Because this here is beyond amaze-balls.”

“I figured if we’re the ones who have to do the most leg work, why not make the most of it? And come on, who needs a plane when you can have something like this.” Grabbing one of the many blunts from off his side and holding it out to me, Chase continued with a sexy devilish grin, “We’ve got a couple of hours before we get to our first destination of picking up the dress, so, care to do the honors?”