For The One(85)
Chapter 23
Jenna
It was finally the weekend, and I was excited to attend Medieval Times with William, Adam and Mia. As promised, I wore my medieval garb, complete with a bodice corset over my low-cut, off-the-shoulder blouse. Mia wore my other outfit—I’d bartered with one of our seamstresses to make it for me—but as Mia was taller, it ended up being a little short. She paired the dress with some boots though, and it looked great.
The boys had refused to join in on our fun, opting for boring twenty-first century clothing instead. However, Adam did say he approved of the cleavage that Mia’s costume created and gave it two enthusiastic thumbs up.
I’d been pretty shocked when Mia had approached me with the idea of Medieval Times, saying she wanted to help William with his crowd issues. It seemed like this hard working, young power couple wouldn’t have time for things like this. Adam was a mega-busy billionaire and Mia was just as overloaded with medical school. But apparently I was wrong. Adam even treated us to a limo ride and bought the tickets to the best seats in the house.
Medieval Times was located on the main drag in Buena Park along a stretch of entertainment venues not far from Disney’s rival theme park, Knott’s Berry Farm. The structure was large, like a big warehouse, but decorated with towers and other accouterments to make it appear like a castle. There were even fake turrets and a drawbridge, as well as brightly colored pennants flying above crenelated walls. The effect was ruined, however, by the flashing digital sign out front advertising the venue to passersby on the busy boulevard.
We presented our tickets and were given seating assignments and color-coded paper crowns that denoted we’d be sitting in the red section of the arena.
I sighed as we found seats along the walls of the entry hall. “What is with the male fascination with boobs, anyway? My eyes are up here, people!” I said after the fifteenth pair of male eyes fastened on my bust. Mia and I had both garnered a lot of attention in our period garb.
Adam shrugged, slinging an arm around his fiancée’s shoulders and savoring an appreciative eyeful of her cleavage. “Be thankful men don’t have boobs. If they did, they’d never leave the house.”
William began berating him for how silly an idea that was, since male mammals do not have the need for mammary glands to produce milk for their young. It was amusing to watch Adam and Mia fight off the laughter from that mini-tirade.
The main hall outside the arena was a capitalist haven. Everywhere you looked there was princess swag, flowing pennants and medieval-style plastic play swords. Adjacent to the main hall were the stables where guests could admire the gorgeous steeds that the knights would be riding during the jousts. Mia, having grown up around horses, took a great interest, commenting on how beautiful and well bred they were. We were also able to explore the mews for birds of prey—falcons and hawks with hoods and long leather jesses hanging from their legs.
As I walked beside William, I caught small snatches of the quiet chatter between Adam and Mia. I heard talk of some kind of “bet” along with the usual good-natured teasing between them.
Back in the front hall, William stood against the wall while we continued to wait. He scanned the room with arms tightly folded across his chest, breathing deeply—the way I’d shown him—and seemingly aware of every little thing that was happening. I offered him my ear buds and tunes from my playlist in order to drown out the sounds of the crowd, which seemed to visibly calm him.
Adam went off to buy us all some drinks.
“So…how are things going with you and William?” Mia asked.
“Good,” I nodded. “We’ve been having fun.”
Mia’s head tipped toward me, her mouth twisted in a crooked smile. “Really…what kind of fun?”
I frowned. “The usual kind.”
“Like the usual kind for two friends hanging out, or…your usual kind?”
“Goddess, Mia, you make me sound like a fallen woman, to use the medieval term.”
She shrugged. “Just curious.”
I narrowed my eyes. “So you’ve said. You’re extremely curious. Both you and your future hubby.” After our encounter on the couch, I asked William about the condoms and he said Adam had given them to him along with some advice.
Mia blushed and changed the subject. Which was good, because she really didn’t need to know how much William had enjoyed playing with my boobs—or how much I’d liked it when he did. I’d keep that our little secret.
Nothing more was said until we were directed to enter the red section of the great arena. That was where we would be cheering for the Red Knight. The playing field was divided by six different colors: green, black, white, red, yellow and blue, each with its own corresponding “champion.”