David’s “Come!” and poked her head in.
And nearly fell on her ass. “Wow!” Instead of a cramped bathroom, it was a medium-sized bedroom, with a desk and laptop in one corner and a queen-sized bed in the other. There was a pitcher of ice water on the bedside table, and a bowl of oranges. Her stateroom on the cruise ship hadn’t been nearly as nice as this.
David looked up from the computer and smiled, absently brushing his dark hair off his forehead. She really ought to suggest he get a haircut. Later. “Hello. Thanks for coming back. I wanted to make sure you were handling all this okay.”
“All this? You mean, your super-secret private nookie room?”
He laughed. “I usually use this plane for business, and I can safely say there has been no nookie gotten here.” His dark blue eyes took on a gleam she hadn’t seen before. “Although…since you’re here…and we are engaged…”
“And I’m tipsy on three drinks…good bartender, by the way.”
“Why are you drinking? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a drink. Come here and sit down. What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’.” She walked four feet forward and sat on the end of the bed. He got up from the desk and sat beside her. She got a whiff of what she was beginning to classify as “Dave-smell…crisp cotton, light aftershave, and his own clean scent. Yum. “It’s just…this is just kind of weird, you know. And frankly, it just doesn’t seem right not to spend an hour standing in a security line at the airport. Not that I’m complaining. Because I’m absolutely not. But it’s still weird. Jeez, I’ve been saying and thinking weird a lot in the last few minutes. But, there it is.”
“Well, we’ll be in Boston in a few more hours. Why don’t you take a nap, relax.”
“In here?”
“Sure, in here. This is as much your room as it is mine, now.”
She laughed unwillingly. “Ah, no. I don’t think that’s right at all.” Just as much hers? What had he been smoking? He was the prince; this was his dad’s jet. She was a mongrel nobody.
Still…
She looked longingly at the bedspread, which was the same color as the flight attendant’s blazer. “It would be weird…damn, there’s that word again…sleeping on a plane while actually being comfortable.”
“God forbid you experience anything weird,” he said. She looked at him narrowly, but from his innocent expression she had no idea what he truly meant by that. “Here, come on. Lie down.”
She crawled toward the head of the bed, felt him pull her shoes off, then flopped beneath the covers and sighed. “All right. You’re right. This is very relaxing.” She drained the last of her Bloody Mary while lying down, then set the empty cup on the bedside table.
He slipped into bed beside her and she settled comfortably into the crook of his arm. Instantly she was no longer relaxed. Instead she was tense and almost…nauseated?
“You know, my father didn’t come along on this trip,” David whispered, making all the hair on her left arm stand up.
“Uh-huh.”
“And it’s just the two of us in here.”
“Picked up on that, did you?”
“I’m a Ph.D,” he said solemnly. “We’re very observant.”
“Unfortunately, there’s a problem with that.”
“Oh?” He was rubbing her shoulder with his right hand and nuzzling her ear. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be delightful. “What’s that?”
“The thing is, if you grab my tits, I’m probably going to throw up.”
He let go of her like she was hot. “Oh.”
“Sorry. Too much to drink, too tense, too weirded out.”
He sighed. “That’s all right.”
“Not that I don’t want to join the Mile-High Club with you. But while we lust to reach that peak, I probably shouldn’t be struggling not to puke.”
“I agree. It’s a good rule of thumb for any romantic occasion, actually.”
“I mean, I’m gonna be really pissed at myself later. Because, frankly, since the cedar closet, I’ve
And nearly fell on her ass. “Wow!” Instead of a cramped bathroom, it was a medium-sized bedroom, with a desk and laptop in one corner and a queen-sized bed in the other. There was a pitcher of ice water on the bedside table, and a bowl of oranges. Her stateroom on the cruise ship hadn’t been nearly as nice as this.
David looked up from the computer and smiled, absently brushing his dark hair off his forehead. She really ought to suggest he get a haircut. Later. “Hello. Thanks for coming back. I wanted to make sure you were handling all this okay.”
“All this? You mean, your super-secret private nookie room?”
He laughed. “I usually use this plane for business, and I can safely say there has been no nookie gotten here.” His dark blue eyes took on a gleam she hadn’t seen before. “Although…since you’re here…and we are engaged…”
“And I’m tipsy on three drinks…good bartender, by the way.”
“Why are you drinking? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a drink. Come here and sit down. What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’.” She walked four feet forward and sat on the end of the bed. He got up from the desk and sat beside her. She got a whiff of what she was beginning to classify as “Dave-smell…crisp cotton, light aftershave, and his own clean scent. Yum. “It’s just…this is just kind of weird, you know. And frankly, it just doesn’t seem right not to spend an hour standing in a security line at the airport. Not that I’m complaining. Because I’m absolutely not. But it’s still weird. Jeez, I’ve been saying and thinking weird a lot in the last few minutes. But, there it is.”
“Well, we’ll be in Boston in a few more hours. Why don’t you take a nap, relax.”
“In here?”
“Sure, in here. This is as much your room as it is mine, now.”
She laughed unwillingly. “Ah, no. I don’t think that’s right at all.” Just as much hers? What had he been smoking? He was the prince; this was his dad’s jet. She was a mongrel nobody.
Still…
She looked longingly at the bedspread, which was the same color as the flight attendant’s blazer. “It would be weird…damn, there’s that word again…sleeping on a plane while actually being comfortable.”
“God forbid you experience anything weird,” he said. She looked at him narrowly, but from his innocent expression she had no idea what he truly meant by that. “Here, come on. Lie down.”
She crawled toward the head of the bed, felt him pull her shoes off, then flopped beneath the covers and sighed. “All right. You’re right. This is very relaxing.” She drained the last of her Bloody Mary while lying down, then set the empty cup on the bedside table.
He slipped into bed beside her and she settled comfortably into the crook of his arm. Instantly she was no longer relaxed. Instead she was tense and almost…nauseated?
“You know, my father didn’t come along on this trip,” David whispered, making all the hair on her left arm stand up.
“Uh-huh.”
“And it’s just the two of us in here.”
“Picked up on that, did you?”
“I’m a Ph.D,” he said solemnly. “We’re very observant.”
“Unfortunately, there’s a problem with that.”
“Oh?” He was rubbing her shoulder with his right hand and nuzzling her ear. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be delightful. “What’s that?”
“The thing is, if you grab my tits, I’m probably going to throw up.”
He let go of her like she was hot. “Oh.”
“Sorry. Too much to drink, too tense, too weirded out.”
He sighed. “That’s all right.”
“Not that I don’t want to join the Mile-High Club with you. But while we lust to reach that peak, I probably shouldn’t be struggling not to puke.”
“I agree. It’s a good rule of thumb for any romantic occasion, actually.”
“I mean, I’m gonna be really pissed at myself later. Because, frankly, since the cedar closet, I’ve
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