Snow Cover

Chapter 9 Very Grateful

Julia's POV

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I do owe you! I don't know what it is about the idea of this trip, but ever since he asked me I have felt like I need to go.. the butterflies in my stomach won't stop fluttering, so that must be what they mean, right?!" I state in excitement as I let her go while slowly stopping the jumping as Chanel looks over at me. "Butterflies, huh? Well you know my mom is a she-woman man-hater.. But she says that butterflies in your stomach is not a good sign like I have always thought and has been portrayed by media. But it's a way that your body is deciding to use just to tell you to get out of there.. like a warning of sorts." she says as I look down thinking about that before glancing back up at her before she shrugs her shoulders.

"But like I said my mother hates men.. so who can take her word for that, you feel good about this and that's all that matters." she states happily as I let out a deep breath. "I do.. don't get me wrong about the butterflies, I am just assuming that.. I'm just.. I'm nervous." we all let go of one another before I notice that they are both nodding in understanding, which makes me feel not as weird about this. As if they have felt like this before. I find my hands automatically fidgeting with my fingertips as I think about this.

"Well, that's completely understandable.. I mean you're going somewhere incredibly beautiful but new.. Which will probably be so much fun for you because you have never done it before, and all of this is done with a sweet man that is also new in your life.. Nerve-wracking wouldn't be close to even describing how I would be feeling about it.. Just don't think too much about it. This will be something fun and exciting for the both of you." She says this right before reaching out and grabbing my fidgeting hands to calm them.

I let out a deep breath before nodding, agreeing with her about this. "Ok.. Nothing to worry about, just fun all around, right?" I state rhetorically, just trying to encourage myself to stop being so nervous about this, but Chanel takes this opportunity to add on and move my attention to something else. "Not much to worry about.. But.. Just a forewarning to you, it's going to be an expensive weekend.. Don't get me wrong, it will be fun, but ski resorts aren't cheap.. You had better bring a good chunk of money with you." she says as I nod thinking about that advice, showing she had been there, done that or maybe just knows people who have.

"I will still bring money just in case, but he says he has everything paid for and just wants me to join him and not worry about a thing.. I even told him I didn't have the right clothes for Colorado, and he said he would pick me up early just so we could get me the clothes that I need for that place." I state as I watched her mouth drop open before she slaps Tom's chest. "Colorado fun? Paying for everything? Even clothing? Ugh.. Sounds amazing! I always wanted to go! Ugh.. Why don't you take me on a vacation and buy me everything?" she asks as he groans out. "I want to baby, but I'm not a rich sugar daddy."

I slap his chest after that comment. "He is not my sugar daddy." Chanel turns around to face me as she says, "but you called him daddy in bed, didn't you?" My mouth drops open in shock as I shake my head. "NO!" Tom elbows Chanel as he says. "No not yet but I bet she will be calling him daddy by the end of this trip." Chanel giggles as I slap his arm, but not denying his words. I don't think he is my sugar daddy, but now looking at it from that angle, it kinda looks like it.

"Oooohhh.. she is not even denying it! She is going to be screaming daddy on that mountain top!" she states as I gasp out slapping her arm now. "He is not my sugar daddy.. I don't think.. I mean, he is older than me.. and has a nice sports car.. and house.. and wants to take me on a trip now.. and has been paying for everything.. But that doesn't make him my sugar daddy... right?" I ask as they both chuckle then say at the same time. "That's what a sugar daddy is, and you have already paid him with your company in many ways."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore.. I need to pack for my vacation.. with my.." I start as they interrupt. "Sugar daddy!" I flip them off as I walk away from them and back to my room, which somehow still smells like s*x, making me smile at that thought. Tonight was not at all what I had expected, but it was fun, and it never hurts to try something knew.. because you might like it.. I guess that's the moral of that story if there is one.

I smile to myself as I start to wander around my room and grab anything winter-like to fill up my bag. Plus a couple of sexy items to heat up things while we are alone in the room. My bag seems to get filled up pretty quickly, but I make sure to save room for the things I need to use tomorrow before I have to pack them. I feel the exhaustion taking over, so I know that I have to take a break and lay down on my bed. I smile thinking about how good I feel right now, and how I should be feeling so much better than this after the weekend is through.. This will be exciting and new.. and I can't wait to get it started.

-----------Next Morning-----------

I passed out on my bed pretty easily after that whole invigorating session. Only waking to the sound of my alarm that I still had set on my phone. I was trying to be prepared when I knew that I needed to get up and ready for my morning shift at work. But luckily for me, Chanel is taking it to help me out. Even though I don't need to get up at the moment, I'm still glad that I had it set, or I don't think I would have been able to wake up with enough time to pack the rest of my things that I will need and do something nice for Chanel for helping me out before she has to leave for work soon enough.

I was planning to make her some breakfast right after I finished packing for the trip, just to help her start her day right, since I do feel bad about leaving her with my shifts. But I am grateful for her gesture and will make sure she knows it. So, after an hour of getting all my stuff together, and getting dressed for the day, I am finally ready for the trip whenever he decides to get over here. My bag is sitting on top of my bed ready to go as I prance out to the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients that I need to put together something nice.

I wander around the kitchen with arms full of the things I need as I start putting together a breakfast of eggs, sausage, and biscuits. This is mostly to ease my guilty mind.. I can't seem to get past the fact that I feel bad that she is working on her days off for me, I have done it for many people to help out. But since I never do it for myself, it seems hard to get past the idea of getting someone to do it for me and on their day off of all times.. But I do appreciate it and all I can hope for is that she knows how much I appreciate her.

That is why I couldn't get past the strong need within me to give her something to show my appreciation. So not trying to wake them up abruptly, but knowing she would need to wake up soon, I run around the kitchen prepping everything for them since they should be out any minute. I let the strong aromas of my meal take over as it fills the apartment like it should. Let's hope it helps her wake up before I have to do it myself, just to make sure she has enough time to get up and get ready.

I hear her door knob turning before mumbling can be heard coming from the direction of her room. "Good Morning Beautiful!" I burst out once seeing her half awake face emerging from her room with Tom stumbling right behind. With their noses in the air taking in the scent I have put on display for them, I can successfully assume that they can smell the food I have been slaving over in these small quarters for her, naturally waking them up.

I couldn't feel better about how well this morning is going so far. I'm just glad she woke up on her own and came out, following the aroma of the enticing food like little characters do in cartoons. I keep glancing over at them as I watch her stumbles out towards the counter, showing how she is still slightly asleep.. I know the feeling, but sometimes it's hard to stay asleep when your stomach is growling at the yummy aroma that is consuming the entire apartment at this point.

Her eyes glance up to me before she groans out waving her hand in my direction, showing she is halfway awake but enough to realize I am talking with her. "Hey." she grumbles out before taking a seat at the island by the kitchen area. "What are you doing?" she quietly asks trying to comprehend what is happening right now. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you going out of your way to help me out this weekend, so that I can go and do this." I declare to her while watching as she lays her head in her hands before nodding, showing the exhaustion since she never wakes up this early.. She always works nights.

Chanel puts her head on its side but still lying in her hands as she stares at me from the counter with Tom rubbing over her entire back very gently. "It's no problem, I swear.. But I have to say that you look really nice.. and ready to go.. are you excited?" She asks as I smile over at her while nodding. "I didn't think you could see me from the counter top, but thanks for that compliment.. and yes I'm very excited." I declare chuckling as she sits back up in her chair.

"I can see you, and you look very nice, even from the countertop. But either way, I am glad that you're so excited, this is making me excited for you." she declares showing her smile that seems to light up a room, even when she is half awake, "Yeah I have never done anything like this, so the excitement is completely taking over.. I'm very nervous but an excited nervous." I declare as I stir the food finishing it up as soon as I can, because I don't know when John is planning on coming over.

I grab the plates and putting the food on them before handing the filled-up plates directly over to Chanel and Tom. They grumble out a thank you not giving the words enough time to leave their lips before their mouths are filled with food. I smile to myself as I nod and keep the cooking going because I want food for myself as well. I am stirring while the silence seems to be only filled with only chewing and forks hitting the plates.

Which is a good thing I would imagine. But that type of silence only lasts for so long before a thundering to the front door emerges. I look over at Chanel, and she curiously looks over at me, both knowing we don't have anyone we are expecting coming over right now. I check my phone and I have no messages or missed calls showing that this is John. So I don't know who this could be. I stir before leaving my station in the kitchen to answer the door.