"Mmm, rich kids need to find places our parents wouldn't think to look," Treat responded. It was a blatant lie as he'd never wanted to be away from his parents until he was well over 30. And he'd not exactly made his location a secret from his parents. All Gordon had to do was catch a flight to Scarlet Oak and ask the right people. Except the man wasn't going to. Plain and simple, he didn't dare to see his son again. Not after their last conversation. "Quick study. Must be a favorite talent among your clients." Okay, he was getting to the point of okay with the whole dominatrix thing, obviously, if he was cracking jokes about it, right? "Six on Tuesday, love." He hung up, placing his cell phone back on the desk as he stood. Carrying Morticia under one arm, he walked into his kitchen.
As the smell of bacon and toast wafted through his house, Treat reached over for the phone on the wall next to his stove. Punching in the numbers he had memorized from the invitation, he waited until someone on the other line picked up. "Mm, hello. Treat Lorimer, I received an invitation for Tuesday?" Pause as the other line responded. "Yes, this is my RSVP...Yes, I'll have a guest...Special accommodations? A cougar, animal - not human. It's her familiar...Bedrooms?" Treat paused. He smirked. "Just the one. Thank you."