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She pulled back, affronted by the question. Then she smiled. “I never said that.”

My mind reeled at her confession, and it tried to picture maneuvering in those tiny washrooms.

She giggled. “I’m just kidding. I can barely squat in those bathrooms.”

Laughing, because she had caught me trying to picture it. I pulled her back into my arms.

“You are the funniest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “I like the sound of that.”

Finding her hands, I interlaced my fingers with hers and led her toward the back.

“Where are you taking me?”

Looking over my shoulder, I grinned. The door was closed at the back, but it was always unlocked. She smirked when she saw the large bed. Turning to face me, she crossed her arms, but I wasn’t deterred.

I slammed the door closed with my foot and smiled. “Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

23

Hailey

The tropical heat and humidity engulfed me like a warm blanket when I stepped down from the plane. The air smelled clearer somehow, but maybe I was just in a better mood after having mind-blowing sex.

The Mile High Club was not overrated. The rev of the engine and the white noise from the plane helped me focus on the pleasure Christian gave me. I looked forward to returning the favor on the way back.

Christian assisted me down from the last step and led me toward a black car waiting for us at the end of the tarmac.

“Will I have time to shower before meeting your friends?” I asked, pinching my white shirt from my damp chest.

“Yes, you’ll have time to freshen up. We’re only meeting them for dinner. The plane will head to New York to pick them up now and then they’ll fly back in the morning.”

“Wow. I could get used to traveling in such comfort,” I said, looking back at the plane one last time before leaving the airport.

“I hope so. I plan to spoil you more now that you’re my girlfriend and not my client.”

Girlfriend.

I liked the sound of that. I liked it very much.

I smiled and snuggled into his chest.

As the car drove into the city, I marveled at the scenery around us. “Wow, those homes are so colorful. They’re beautiful.” I pointed to some blue, red, and yellow buildings.

“I love it here. It’s so vibrant and alive. The people are as warm as the weather. And the food…. Have you ever had mofongo?”

I thought back to some of the restaurants I’ve been to back in L.A. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a rice dish made with mashed, fried plantains and crispy pork skins. You’ve got to have it with the red shrimp sauce. It’s incredible.”

Christian’s excitement excited me and I kissed his cheek. “Thank you for taking me here. I don’t remember the last time I’ve been on vacation.”

He clasped my hand. “This isn’t a vacation, sweetheart. This is just the weekend. When I take you away on a vacation, it will be someplace for two to three weeks. So, book that into your schedule. I want to show you the world.”

I liked the sound of that. “We’ll be traveling the world soon,” I said, but my smile wavered. “But I guess we won’t have much time to see it while I’m on tour.”

“To truly visit a place, you have to immerse yourself in its culture. I can’t wait to show you some of the temples I visited in Thailand. I left there a changed man. In some ways, I feel like I left a piece of me there, too.”

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