Page 39 of Where We Met

"We're going to Italy," I say with a smile.

She gives me a stern look. "Luke, seriously."

I grab her hand and pull her along behind me.

"Hi, we're here for our flight," I say to the lady behind the desk as I hand her our information. "Ah, Mr. Giannelli. Your plane is ready. Just go ahead and take a seat, and your pilot will be with you soon."

"Thank you."

I lead Savannah to the seats.

"Between me and my siblings, one of us is always traveling for work. Most of the time, it's within the states. But when it's a longer trip like this, we rent a private jet."

She leans in like she didn't hear me. "Are you telling me I'm taking aprivate jetto Italy?"

My mouth twitches in amusement. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you." She shoves my arm, and I feign injury. "What the hell? That's not the reaction I was expecting."

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm not dressed for a private jet. Everyone’s going to think I don't belong."

"Who cares what you wear? There's not a damn thing you could put on your body that wouldn't make you the most beautiful woman in the room."

She opens her mouth to speak, but the words seem to get stuck. I raise my eyebrow, waiting for her to say something.

"Mr. Giannelli, my name is Louis. I'll be your pilot for the day."

I stand and shake his hand.

"Maria and Rylee here will get your luggage for you. Please follow us to your aircraft, where my co-pilot, Dean, is waiting. Don't hesitate to ask any questions you’d like. We're here for anything you need."

The stewardesses take our suitcases and lead us onto the tarmac. The gusts of the chilly April wind are more intense as we walk along the path. I turn around and see Savannah walking against the wind with her face hidden underneath the neck of her coat. I place my hand on her lower back, trying to make sure she gets to our aircraft safely.

Once we're aboard, Maria shows us around. There are six large cream seats with two large couches in the back. A bottle of champagne is chilling on ice in between two of the seats.

"Enjoy your flight," Maria says before moving to the front of the plane.

"You ready?" I ask Savannah as we buckle up.

She smiles, looking blissfully happy across from me. "I'm so ready."

The plane takes off, and we both sit silently in our seats as we look out the window. Once the seat belt light goes off, I unbuckle and reach for the bottle of champagne.

"You care for some celebratory bubbly?"

"I would love some," she replies as she sits up straight in her seat.

I pour the yellow-tinted contents into two glasses, handing one over to her, and then raise my glass.

"To a successful business trip, and hopefully some memorable experiences along the way."

My mouth curves into an unconscious smile as I stare at her infectious one. Our glasses clink together, and just like that, a trip I'll never forget is set in motion.

"Mmmm…" she moans. "This isreallygood."

I shift in my seat, my dick coming to life at her sounds. I get an image of her and me drinking wine this entire trip, the tastings we're going to be doing, and I know I'm in trouble.

We share a couple glasses together before I look down at my watch.

"Did you go to bed late last night?" I ask.

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