AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Can I get you something?”
“A glass of ice water would be perfect. Thank you.” I sat down.
“I’ll be right back.”
As quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared and placed the glass on the table in front of me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Can I get you anything else?”
“No.”
He looked at his watch. “Once we get on the way we’ll have a light snack, and dinner a little later.”
“I’m sure whatever you have planned will be fine.” I looked around. “Gil, everything seems different. I mean the plane seems larger, or am I imagining it?”
“No Miss, you aren’t imagining it. Mr. Marchant and Mr. Walsh took the other jet to Seattle. This is the one we use for international travel.”
“Oh.”
“It has sleeping quarters with showers and a slightly larger galley.”
“Sleeping quarters?”
“Yes. You will be in the front bedroom and Mr. Marchant will be behind you.”
“I see. And you?”
“I never sleep,” he teased. “But if I get tired, there’s a space for me as well. If you’ll excuse me.”
“Thank you, Gil.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll be in the back if you need anything.” He was gone again.
I picked up the glass. The ice cold water was just what I needed to cool down. I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and said a little prayer. I needed to keep alert and
not yield to temptation. I slowly nodded off and drifted to that place where Phillippe was the star of my dreams.
Suddenly, the kiss I was dreaming about seemed very real. His lips were just as I remembered the last time we kissed. I tried to smile, but I couldn’t. I forced my eyes open, and staring at me was the star of my dreams.
“Mon amour, you looked so peaceful I thought about not waking you until after takeoff.” He gently brushed my cheek. “Miss me?”
I shrugged my shoulder. “Maybe.” He clutched his chest and dropped his head. I lifted his chin and was presented with a beautiful smile, and those incredible dimples. “Maybe I missed you a little.” I smiled.
He pressed his lips against mine, and a surge traveled from my lips down my body. He pulled back and whispered, “I missed you too.” He stood up. “Did you get settled into your room?”
“No.”
He extended his hand to me. “Come, let me show you where you will be sleeping.” I stood up and followed Phillippe down to the door on the left, and he pushed it open.
I looked around and it was just like the rest of the jet, champagne and black with hints of brass. And on the bed was a Brockman’s garment bag. “What’s that?”
“I stopped at Brockman’s to pick up some things, and Cameron told me the suit you wanted was on sale.” He sat on the side of the bed and pulled me down onto his lap. “Why didn’t you get the suit when you got the dress?”
“Because I couldn’t afford it.”
He brushed the side of my face. “My sweet, if there’s something you want…”
“Phillippe, you don’t have to…,” I dropped my head.
