The rendezvous with Brooke and Ashley was a memory now, and a good one at that.
Chris and I applied ourselves to Tigress' performance at the Miami Film Fest. The show went off as expected. We'd seen it enough times by now to know when our best chance for photos would be. For better or worse, that's how these shows went. The set list was always the same. It was up to us to mix things up photo-wise. But the girls were always good to us, and the festival was good to them. The show ended well after midnight, and with it the festival itself.
We grabbed a drink backstage and rolled off a few more shots before calling it a night. Our plans were for a departure back to LA in the morning. We packed up our gear and headed back to the hotel. Not long after I got in, my cell rang.
"Hey, change of plans." Chris said "Chuck got me a seat on their jet back home, do you wanna leave now with me or go home in the morning on the regular flight?"
"Geez, I'm really beat. I'll stick with the regular flight. Can you take the gear with you?" I replied.
"You got it, I'll be over in a bit."
Chris showed up a few minutes later, grabbed our gear and said he'd see me in LA.
I was asleep before I hit the pillow.
That morning I was getting in my last meal at the breakfast buffet when I received a note at my table that my car was waiting for me.
"My car? What car?" I asked.
"There's a car waiting for you outside, sir." The hotel rep said.
"Oh-kay, I'll be right there." I replied with apprehension.
I grabbed my carry-on bag and followed the man to the main lobby. But we were bypassing the front desk.
"Uh, don't I need to checkout or anything?" I was confused by this sudden change.
"Everything's been taken care of, sir. This way please." The coolly efficient bellman said.
I followed him outside to a large black Lincoln limo, all the while wondering who sprung for this as airport transportation. Tigress' record company? Could it be Chris? That was very unlikely. He'd spring for drinks and meals, but limos? No way! Not unless he was guaranteed as a passenger.
I got my answer when the door was opened and I looked inside.
"Hey, 'Hollywood'. Wanna go for a ride?"
Once again, Paris Hilton had surprised me.
And once again, I was very surprised.
She was wearing a stylish white sun dress, and espadrille shoes. Her blonde hair shimmered, even in the dim light of the Lincoln's interior. Every detail had been taken care of, as usual.
I climbed in, chuckling at how this lady keeps getting the upper hand with me. She was much craftier than I ever imagined.
I gave her a quick kiss and the limo pulled away.
"So what brings you here?" I asked.
"You, of course." She said in that sweet tone. "I told you I'd call you, I just didn't say how I'd call you." And she giggled a little, her smile was luminous, as usual.
"Is this your way of seeing me off?" I asked.
"Well, not exactly. See, we're not going to the airport." She began.
"But I've got a plane back to LA." I said
"And you will be going back." She continued "Just not today."
