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Henley strides in front of me through the airport terminal. He’s wheeling our two suitcases and taking charge of everything. Amused, I follow him along.
We’ve had a big day, and he’s been in drill sergeant mode. Organizing Chloe, Barry, his father, our houses, his business. Everything has been planned with perfect precision.
This is who he is.
Henley James likes control; nothing is left to chance.
The more vulnerable he feels, the more organized and structured he gets, and that’s fine with me. He can be that enough for the two of us. I couldn’t care less about things being perfect the way he does.
Every night this week, he has been waiting in my bed for me. We’ve fucked. We’ve made love, laughed, and talked into the wee hours. It’s been the perfect week that’s brought us closer.
When we’re alone, he seems to have gotten his head around us . . . although that could be only because of all the dirty talk I’m doing.
All aboard the slut bus.
However, when we’re in public together, it’s a different story. He struggles with the couple thing, and I get it.
Henley James is a work in progress—a very entertaining work in progress.
We walk up to the check-in agent. “Hello, we’re checking in for a flight today, please,” Henley says as he passes over our two passports.
“Thank you.” She looks at our passports and types into her computer. “Here you are, two tickets to Thailand.”
His eyes flick to me, unimpressed, and I smile goofily. He didn’t tell me where we are going. It was supposed to be a surprise.
I grab his hand, and he rolls his lips; I know he desperately wants to give her a hard time for ruining his plan.
“There you go, Mr. James.” She smiles. “Pop your wife’s luggage onto the conveyor belt.”
He clears his throat as if holding in a fit.
“Now yours, sir.” He puts his suitcase on, and she weighs it and then hands us our boarding passes. “Have a great trip.”
“Thank you.” He turns and gestures for me to walk in front of him.
“We’re going to Thailand?” I whisper excitedly.
“Yes.”
I beam at him and link my arm through his. “I’m so excited. You are so getting laid tonight.”
“Like I wasn’t anyway.” He widens his eyes as if I’m stupid.
“Whereabouts in Thailand?” I whisper as we walk through security.
“Koh Samui.”
“Oh,” I gasp. “I always wanted to go there.”
We walk along, my arm linked through his. “We can get massages on the beach, drink cocktails, and oh my god, Hen, this is going to be the best week of all time.”
He smirks as he listens to me raving on.
“I was listening to what she was saying and hoping that she would let it slip, and when she did . . . ,” I continue as we walk along to the airport lounge.
“There was only one thing I heard her say throughout that check-in,” he replies.
“What?”
