Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
It's Friday morning and I’m literally bouncing in my seat as we head to the airport. We don't go to the terminal, James drives straight out onto the runway and up to a much smaller aircraft than the commercial planes that are stationed nearby.
A man in a suit stands at the bottom of the steps, he walks over and opens my door.
"Ma’am. My name is Tom, I’ll be your flight attendant today." He offers me his arm and leads me straight up the steps into the plane. The interior is made up of cream leather sofas and pale blue blinds. There are only a handful of seats. He leads me to one of the chairs with a dark wood table in front of it.
"Miss Parker can I get you anything to drink before we take off?" He asks.
"Please call me Lilly, and water would be lovely. Thank you Tom." He nods, smiling politely at me.
The plane fires along the runway before becoming weightless in the air. I've always found something liberating in flying, watching everything of any importance disappear into little specs of inconsequential nothingness. Although the private jet thing isn’t new to me, this is the first time I’ve really enjoyed it.
I'm awoken from my deep sleep when the plane bumps roughly onto the runway at Leonardo da Vinci International Airport. I'm immediately wide awake, yet calmer than I have been in days, soothed by the fact that I’m no longer a continent away from Theo, the source of my calm. This should probably concern me more than it does, but I’ve come to accept my inexplicable need for him.
By the time the plane comes to a stop I’m practically clawing to get off.
The door opens revealing a gleaming midnight blue Maserati parked just meters from the steps, but it's the man leant against it that sends my heart into a sprint. He looks un-righteously gorgeous in a tight white T-shirt and chino's, his ankles are crossed and his arms folded across his chest showing his strained biceps. His Aviators are covering his dazzling eyes, but the smile that breaks across his face when he sees me almost makes up for it. I can't help the grin that stretches ear to ear when I see him. I almost sprint down the steps toward him. He pushes away from the car to meet me at the bottom and I jump the last few steps and launch myself into his arms, wrapping my arms firmly around his neck. He lifts me off the ground spinning me around. There is no greater feeling in the world than having Theo's arms wrapped around me, they bring such a sense of peace and security it's almost scary. He places me back on the ground before grabbing my face and pressing his lips firmly to mine, I open my mouth inviting him in. He groans as his tongue touches mine.
I eventually pull away gasping. He chuckles lightly. "Miss me?"
I shrug. "Maybe a little." I can't seem to stop the huge smile on my face.
Tom descends the steps smiling warmly at both of us. "Mr Ellis." He greets Theo.
"Tom, thank you." He takes my bag from Tom before turning and putting it in the car.
I look the car over again. Much like the man driving it, it is undoubtedly beautiful, yet even at a stand-still it oozes power and superiority. "You like it?" Theo asks watching be stare at the car.
"It's beautiful, but how did you manage to get one of these? They're not even out until next month." I turn to see him shut his gaping mouth and flash me an adoring smile.
"You know that?" I nod once in response. "I love that you know that." He steps forward and brushes his lips across my neck.
"So. How?" I incline my head toward the car.
He smiles smugly. "The same way I got an Aston Martin One-77 two months before it was released."
"Money?" It's more of a statement.
"No, it takes more than money...Friends. Very good friends." He doesn't elaborate before taking a step toward the car. "Here." He turns and throws something at me, I catch it and open my hand to see a fob with a little silver trident on it. My face breaks into a huge smile again.
"You're letting me drive?" I ask dubiously.
He shrugs with a wry smile. "Guess so." I look around at the long stretch of empty runway, between us and the terminal.
"Sweeeet." I rip open the door and slide into the seat. I inhale the luxurious scent of the bright red leather seats and interior.
Theo's laughing when he slides into the seat next to me. "You are so adorable." He shakes his head. I scowl, resenting that description. Keen to prove him wrong I press the enormous red button on the dashboard and the engine roars to life. I press the accelerator and the car snarls, vibrating around me.