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What the hell am I doing? I’ve just gotten on a plane with a man I don’t know. I’m leaving my home. How do I know he’s going to do what he promised and help my mother?
“I want to get off,” I scream and start to try and undo the seatbelt. “How do you work this thing? Stop the plane!”
Eaton seems to ignore my panic and words. He sits back in his seat and shuts his eyes.
“Please. Let me off,” I beg.
I feel the plane turning, and my stomach does the same.
“Let me off,” I scream, louder and louder.
Suddenly, the plane starts to speed up, getting faster and faster.
“Please.” I whimper, tears falling from my eyes as pure panic sets in.
The engines around me roar, and I feel the bottom of my stomach plummet as I’m pushed back in my seat and the plane lifts from the ground.
What have I done? I can’t get off now.
“It’ll be all right.” Eason grabs my hand as we soar into the sky.
I’m not sure why, but the warmth of his big hand around mine comforts me momentarily, but then the plane starts to turn, so it’s now heading back to the airfield.
“What’s happenin’? Are we going down? Are we gonna crash?” My ears pop and all I want to do is curl up into a small ball and hope it’s all over quickly.
“The plane has to turn, to head in the correct direction. We’ll level off soon. There’s nothing to worry about.” Eaton tries to reassure me.
“Easy for you to say. You know what’s happenin’. This just feels all wrong.” The plane turns again. “Make it stop.” My ears pop again. “How are you not gripping tight to anythin’.”
He squeezes my hand. “Shelby, I’ve flown more times than you’ve probably had hot meals. I don’t need to grip tight to anything because there’s nothing to worry about.” He picks up his drink and brings it to my lips. “Have a mouthful of this. It will calm you down.”
“Or make me vomit all over you.”
Eaton quickly moves his glass away from me.
The plane adjusts again, and I feel it level off. Everything falls silent apart from the sound of the engines and my rapid breaths. It stays this way for a few minutes before a sound beeps. I look toward the front of the cabin and notice that the strange, red sign, which has been glowing since before takeoff, has now gone blank.
“What does that mean?”
Eaton takes off his seatbelt. “It means that unless we hit any turbulence we can walk around.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re all right. I’m gonna stay with my backside in this seat until we’re back on the ground and I can get off this contraption.”
Eaton gets out of his seat and holds his hand out to me.
“No, you will undo your seatbelt and come with me,” he orders.
I look around the plane. I’d noticed the cream leather seats before and the solid oak table, but now I’m calmer, I can see the walls are white and there are drapes in a burgundy color at the windows. Toward the back is a section separated by a door. I can’t help but fear what’s behind it.
“Shelby, I don’t have all day,” Eaton says impatiently.
Pulling at the belt around my waist I manage to figure out how to open it. My legs feel like jelly after the takeoff. I just want to sleep. I’m wiped out, having worked all day and with everything that’s happened to me since.
“Where are we going?”
I push myself out of my seat and take his hand. Its warmth isn’t as comforting this time. Especially as Eaton seems to fill the plane with his masculine presence, towering over me.
“To the bedroom,” he responds, and finally, my legs give way.
