Page 73 of Tempting God

A man in a blue uniform greets us.

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter, it’s a pleasure to serve you on your flight to Los Cabos.”

I glance up at Grant. “Los Cabos? I thought we were going to Cancun.”

“Shh. Don’t ask questions that I can’t answer. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Surprise? Well, then.” I make the motion of zipping my lips.

The man says, “Right this way.”

We follow him down a hallway, to a stairwell that leads outside. We cross the tarmac, going to a private plane that has Grant’s logo on the side. He motions for me to climb the stairs first, but he’s right behind me, keeping his hand on the small of my back.

A flight attendant smiles at me as I enter the jet, handing me a flute of champagne. I take it and go to the seat that she’s pointing at. There are eight black leather seats that face each other, four on each side. Grant slides into the seat next to me, taking my hand into his.

“I didn’t know you had a jet.”

“I try not to take it too much. It makes me unrelatable to the voters.”

I snort. “Yeah, that’s what makes you unrelatable to them. It can’t possibly be your income or the fact that you’ve had things handed to you when others can only dream of getting that kind of help.”

“HYPE would be so proud of you because that was a moving speech.”

“Oddly, I don’t think HYPE really ever listened to what I had to say.”

His thumb rubs the top of my hand. “So what are you going to do about it?”

I glance at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re in a unique position. People are going to take notice of our relationship and doors will begin to open for you. If I become President, that means you will be the First Lady. People will expect you to have a cause to support.”

“I’ve learned that supporting a cause doesn’t mean anything is going to change.”

“We’re going to make things happen, baby. Want to know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because we can do anything together.”

I’m smiling like a fool as the jet rushes down the runway, lifting into the sky. The funny thing is that I believe Grant. I truly think we can do anything together.

We’ve been at cruising altitude for a while when Grant leans over, unbuckling my seat belt.

“I want to show you something.”

He takes me by the hand, leading me to a door at the rear of the jet. He opens it, stepping aside. I enter the bedroom, a smile on my face.

“Is this why you didn’t want to fly commercial?”

He closes the door before facing me. “You caught me.”

I move toward him, letting him pull me into his arms.

“Why, Mr. Carter. You truly have a thing for the mile-high club, don’t you?”

“Only with you.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

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