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Instead of replying, he pulled me to his chest and kissed me, slow and careful at first. The pressure of his soft lips made me dizzy, and just then, he lifted me off my feet.
“I’ve been dying to do that for years,” he murmured in my ear as he locked his office door.
I snaked my arms around him as the kiss deepened.
Then there was a knock. “Jonathan. Richard Angellini is in the conference room for your meeting.”
He pulled away. “Now, he’s on time?”
“You really had a meeting?” I asked as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Unfortunately, yes. But don’t worry. I’m going to get rid of him as fast as possible. Go home and pack a bag.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Bring enough for two days. I’ll be by your place as soon as I can. Max will drive us to Teterboro, and then I’m going to fly you to the Hamptons.”
Oh, my god!
“What about work?”
He winked at me. “Let me worry about that.”
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jonathan checked the instruments and flipped switches on and off in the cockpit.
“Just a little nervous,” I reluctantly admitted. “I’ve traveled a lot, but this plane is really small.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, we can scrap this idea and drive out instead.”
“No way!” “I remember when you first told me you flew. You have no idea how badly I hoped one day to do this.”
He winked at me. “I think I may have a slight idea. So, are you trying to say you’re more excited than nervous?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He put a headset on me and then placed his own on his head. I thought he looked strong and handsome in the office. Behind the cockpit…
He looked away from me and pressed a bunch of buttons, and we started to roll forward. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
The moment we were airborne was probably the most exciting moment of my life. I couldn’t decide where to look—Jonathan’s face as he focused on navigating the plane or the view outside the windows. I was used to seeing the land below from the sides. But seeing the world disappear right in front of me was surreal.
The flight lasted forty minutes, and we didn’t speak as we traveled, which was fine by me. I was content lost in my thoughts.
“That was amazing,” I said after Jonathan landed the plane and was taxing down the runway.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope this will be the first of many trips.”
“We’re home,” Jonathan said as he pulled into the circular driveway of a small modern white stucco home.
Home?
Not “we’re here?”
I like that…
The drive in his little red convertible was practically as long as the flight but equally enjoyable.
