God you have it bad - he’s only being polite.
The heat hits me like a thick cloak as we leave the building and walk out onto the tarmac. It’s boiling and I long for the coolness of the airport. Where are we going now? Seb’s hand is firmly planted in the small of my back, his thumb brushing up and down in a soothing motion as he gently guides me towards the medium sized jet directly in front of us.
My eyes fly up to his, and I halt immediately. I can’t go back on another plane yet. “Seb, what is going on?”
“I need you to relax and trust me, baby and all will be revealed in about 5hours give or take.”
What another 5hours? We’ve just flown seven to Dubai? I’m not sure I can get on another aeroplane so soon.
“It’s a private jet, fully kitted out to encompass all that we could ever want on our journey to paradise - nothing but the best for my baby.”
“But…” Paradise?
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” I nod. I trust him implicitly. Despite everything we’ve been through the past few weeks. I trust him.
“Well I promise you that this flight will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The mile high club is something all couples should experience together - don’t you think?”
My only memory of the mile high club is when Chevy Chase got his foot stuck down the aeroplane toilet in National Lampoon’s Vegas Vacation and ended up with one ombre dip-dyed blue trouser leg. It’s not something I’ve ever dabbled in - aeroplane toilets are hard enough to pee in let alone fuck! However, looking around I consider that my issue would not be how would we fit in the bathroom together but how would we decide where to do the deed. It appeared we were the only passengers.
We head up the short stack of steps and into the plush interior of the aircraft and are welcomed by another steward, who is just as enamoured with Sebastian, openly showing his approval as he minces his way through the initial introductions to what has to be the most beautiful plane I’ve ever stepped foot on. Male and females worship at his feet but this time instead of making me jealous, I understand completely. Standing in faded fitted jeans a navy linen shirt with sleeves rolled back on his muscled, tanned forearms and white converse; he is Godlike, seriously dreamy and all mine.
My own jaw drops as I take in our ride to god knows where; all grey and white, with huge leather chairs, a curved seating area and cosy lounge. If I couldn’t feel safe and chilled in this environment 30,000 feet in the air, then I’m screwed.
“You like?” His seductive drawl in my neck sends currents running directly to my nether regions.
“I love.”
Andrew, our steward, coughs politely and encourages us to get seated so that we can take off for our destination to paradise. “All of your bags are already on board. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yes - Ms. Myers will require something stiff.” I glance across at him and see the charm oozing out of him, his enigmatic smile firmly engaged. He knows how to play it. Poor Andrew doesn’t know where to look and is now blushing from head to toe.
“I’d like a brandy thank you, Andrew.”
We settle into the comfiest armchairs I’ve ever known; Seb nearest the portal window and I accept the Brandy with thanks. Not a plastic cup here; cut glass all the way. Andrew checks our belts, and does the usual talk through, which I’m grateful for - this is still a flight, even if it looks like a flying penthouse.
The takeoff is a relatively smooth transition, much easier than I’ve ever known. I know that is partly down to my surroundings and my down-in-one brandy, which now warms my belly comfortingly but is mainly down to Sebastian. He is extremely attentive and puts me at ease, talking to me in soft undertones about work and his expectations about the launch party.
“Hi.” His lips touch my inner wrist, igniting a fire along the sensitive nerves there, as he draws my hand to his warm mouth, pressing gently just over my increasing pulse.
“Hi.” I look up at him through heavy lashes. The man is devastating.
“You hungry?”
“Not yet.” I smile at him as we unclip our belts, twenty minutes into the air.
“I am. But not for food.”
Oh my. He holds a hand out to me, and I take it, no questions asked, as we head deeper into the aircraft. This place is truly amazing and I can’t believe we have it all to ourselves. The clean lines continue, with suede and fur and textures and then we hit a dead end, the only way forward, through a pair of high gloss arched black doors.
“Are you going to show me the cock pit?”
His loud laugh, turns me on and showcases his sexy dimple. “In a manner of sorts. I’ll finally get you to myself.”