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We pull up to the private airport and Sasha turns to me with wonder. “Are we flying somewhere?” she asks, a smile transforming her face.
“We are.”
I climb from the rig and rush around to open her door. She jumps down and immediately hugs me. “This is amazing, Callan. I can’t believe you planned this overnight.”
“I’m being impulsive,” I tell her, totally satisfied by her reaction to all of this. She has no idea where we’re going, and she doesn’t care. We walk over to the private jet and her eyes widen.
“This is what we’re flying in?” Her voice is filled with wonder.
“I want you all to myself,” I tell her. She laughs.
“I’ve never flown private, but that isn’t a shock. Most people don’t get to do something so extravagant. I’m not complaining. I’m going to enjoy every single minute of this.” She doesn’t wait for me, but rushes forward. I chuckle. Her joy brings me a lot of happiness.
I’ve wined and dined many women before but none of them have ever been enthusiastic like Sasha. They act as if they’re owed luxuries. I want to give more of this to Sasha, want to surprise her with trips and gifts and see the joy on her face every single day. I’m not doing so well at keeping this casual, not at all.
She stops at the bottom of the stairs. “Can I go up?”
“Yes, of course,” I tell her. She rushes up the stairs and I follow, enjoying the view from behind as her hips sway. The woman has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop grinning like a damn fool when I see her jump up and down as she takes in the luxury of the jet, her eyes darting everywhere, trying to see it all.
I take a minute to speak to the pilot, and he tells us we’ll depart in ten minutes so we can explore a little before settling into our seats. Sasha dashes to the nice bathroom in the back of the plane before coming back up front and moving from seat to seat, trying to decide which one she wants to sit in.
“Where are we going?” she asks when she finally makes up her mind. I choose the one next to her and sit.
“That would ruin the surprise. You have to wait and see,” I tell her.
She gives me a pout, but we’re interrupted by the flight attendant who takes our drink order, then tells us breakfast will be ready about twenty minutes after takeoff.
“This is amazing,” Sasha says again as she sips a mimosa. “I never drink in the morning, but it doesn’t count if it’s champagne mixed with orange juice. I feel so hoity toity.”
I burst out laughing. Damn, where has this woman been my entire life? I drink my Bloody Mary and sit back as the captain tells us to buckle up. Sasha’s eyes are glued to her window as the plane begins rolling then smoothly lifts into the air. No turbulence today, thankfully. Soon, we’re above the clouds looking at blue skies and making our way over the ocean.
“This is so exciting. How long will we be gone?” she asks. I told her not to pack a bag. I had her friends help out with that. I also had my assistant send some items to the resort we’re going to. She’ll be well pampered and taken care of.
“I’m not sure.” She turns and looks at me.
“You aren’t sure?”
“We’re being spontaneous. There are no set plans.” It’s so odd for me to utter these words. I always have a plan. I like this, though... like not knowing what tomorrow will bring. I won’t be changing my entire life, but for now this works, and it works well.
Our breakfast is served and we chat as we eat and sip on drinks. We have about a five hour flight. When we circle the islands of Hawaii, Sasha once again beams at me. She’s enjoying every moment of this trip. I could take her to a private island in the middle of nowhere and tell her she has to wear potato sacks and she’d be pleased. I’ve never met someone who takes so much pleasure in life.
We touch down in Kaua’i, and the doors open pretty quickly. Sasha rushes from the plane and jumps the last few steps to the ground. She does a spin as she tries to see everything on the Garden Island.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii. Which island are we on?” she asks.
“Kaua’i, known as the Garden Island. This is the oldest and northernmost island in the chain. It gets its name from the emerald valleys, tropical rainforests, rivers, and waterfalls. There are certain parts of the island only accessible by sea or air.”
“Incredible, Callan. Thank you so much for this.” I see the sincerity in her eyes. I think she’d be happy if we did nothing more than find a beach and spend the day on it. This is such a change from any other woman I’ve been with. I’m determined to give her the world.
“I want to see it all,” she says. “We could rent bikes and simply go everywhere.”
I laugh. “It might get a bit tiring taking a bike up and down some of the hills here.”
“I don’t mind being tired. I don’t want to waste this visit with sleep.”
“We aren’t in a hurry. We can take our time.” The warm air and scent of tropical flowers only adds to the appeal of this place. The sound of the ocean lapping against the shore is one more beautiful thing about it.
“Are you ready, Mr. Brannigan?” a man asks. Our bags are already loaded into the awaiting limo. Sasha turns, sees the car, and squeals.
