“And my second time in first class.” I beamed back at him from the comfort of my chair. “You shouldn’t keep spoiling me like this. It might go to my head.”
“Uh oh, you’ll have me shopping for you at Cartier and Tiffany’s soon.”
“Don’t forget Chanel and Louis Vuitton.” I laughed.
He wrinkled his nose at me. “I knew you were only after my money.”
“Your money and your loving.”
“You mean my good loving.” He leaned over and stuck his tongue in my ear and I pulled away, shaking my head.
“Eww, that was all slobbery and gross.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.” He winked at me and licked his lips.
“You’re disgusting, Zane Beaumont.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“How old are you, Zane? Fifteen or twenty-five?” I shook my head, but was happy at his teasing tone. The last few days had been slightly tense in the house. Leeza had been upset that we were leaving the country, so Zane had gotten her a first class ticket back to Miami and given her a check for $5000 to make up for her vacation being cut short. She had loved him then, told him she had always known he was a great guy. I’d been embarrassed at her transparent nature, but had still felt sad when she left.
I had given Zane a bit of a cold shoulder as he had gone back and forth to the police station to give more and more statements about Angelique and Braydon. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the whole ordeal.
We hadn’t made love in days and I knew he was sexually frustrated. But I wanted to make sure he knew that he couldn’t just do what he wanted and keep things from me anymore. If we were going to be in a relationship, then he had to learn to fully trust me and show me that trust with his actions as well as his words. I wasn’t going to let him think he could do what he wanted, say sorry and then weaken my resolve with sex. Our relationship was about more than sex. It was true that when we slept together, it was like the most magical moment of my night, but I knew that feeling alone could not sustain our relationship.
“Do you want to join the mile high club?” He whispered in my ear and I decided to have a little fun with him.
“I don’t have any panties on.” I whispered back and took hold of his hand. “I’m ready and waiting for you, big boy.”
Zane’s eyes widened and he looked down at my lap. My skirt was pretty conservative and fell just below my knees. He reached his hand down to my leg and inched it up inside my skirt and over my knee. I stopped his hand as it reached mid-thigh and shook my head.
“Not now, Zane.” I licked my lips and brought his hand up to my mouth. I took his index finger and put it into my mouth and sucked it while staring into his eyes.
“Holy shit, Batman, is this for real?” Zane’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I was just joking, Lucky, but I think you’re about to become the best girlfriend ever.”
“I think so too.” I winked and stopped sucking on his finger. I reached my hand down to his crotch and ran my fingers lightly over the thick package in his pants. I turned my face away quickly as I felt how excited he already was. I wanted to burst out laughing at his gullibility, but felt a bit ashamed at my little joke.
“Shall we go now?” He made to get up out of his seat. “I think we have time before the flight takes off.”
“Uh.” I bit my lip at his eager expression and I burst out laughing when I saw him loosening his belt. “Zane. Stop.” I reached over and placed my hand on top of his. “I was joking. I have on panties and I have no intention of joining the mile high club with you on this flight.”
“What?” He looked up at me with a look of dismay and then he started laughing. “You little minx,” he growled as he leaned forward and kissed me hard. “I’ll get you for that.”
“Uh huh.” I laughed, relishing in the feel of his warm lips against mine. He kissed me passionately as if his sole goal was to turn me on as much as possible. He nibbled on my lower lip and sucked on my tongue while running his hands through my hair. I felt his left hand slowly creep down my shoulder and graze my breast. My body tingled as he caressed me and I wondered if I shouldn’t change my mind after all. It had only been a few days since we had been intimate, but my body was already missing and craving his touch.
“Hi, guys, are your seatbelts both on and tightened?” The flight attendant stopped by our seats and smiled. “We’re about to take off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Zane pulled away from me and sat upright as I nodded and blushed. Zane grinned at me as the flight attendant walked on to the next seats and he reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’m so glad you’re here with me, Lucky. I’m so excited to show you Paris.”
“I’m excited as well.” I smiled back at him and tried to ignore the anxious feeling in my stomach. I was extremely excited for the trip and to be spending time with Zane away from all the craziness, but I was also a little worried. I had Zane’s mother’s phone number and address in my handbag and I was seriously thinking about getting in contact with her once we got there. It seemed to be as if this trip was fate’s way of saying, “go for it and see what happens.” I knew Zane needed closure. I knew that if he were ever able to start the healing process from his mother leaving, he needed to understand why she had left. In my heart of hearts, I was also hoping that his mother would have a change of heart and they would reconcile and develop a new relationship. Maybe she just needed to see him. I mean, what mother could just give up her son and walk away from him like that? I didn’t see how she could walk away again if she actually saw him in the flesh. I wanted to give this to Zane. I wanted to be able to help make his heart whole again.
“Are there any places you really want to see?” He looked over at me curiously. “Sorry I haven’t really asked you that before.”
“I think we already have a lot planned for five days.” I laughed and shook my head. “I’m not sure we could fit in any more even if I wanted to.”
“Good. I’m going to take you to all of Noah’s favorite places.”
My heart raced at his words and the smile on his face. This was the first time he had brought up Noah’s name in a positive and lighthearted context. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, he loved France. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had moved there. He went every few years at least.”