“On the plane?” My mouth dropped. “While we are flying? You do that?”
She smiled. I sounded like a complete luxury flying virgin, but I’d never traveled like this before. Flying on Jeremy’s private jet a few nights ago had been a first. Now this. I’d never even heard of this airline until we boarded at the airport. But I wasn’t the kind of girl who flew first class or bought five-thousand dollar tickets on elite airlines. I was a waitress from Newton Hills, Georgia, until the night Jeremy Hartwell stumbled in with an agenda.
She clasped her hands together. The orchid in her hair was as white as her teeth. “Yes, ma’am. I’d be happy to bring a list of our services and I will book your appointments. How does that sound?”
I didn’t know if there was an extra cost to this level of luxury. I had a feeling that was the kind of thing a newbie would ask. “That sounds lovely,” I answered. “I’ll be in my pod.”
I pivoted on my heels in the middle of the aisle and walked back to the sliding door of our compartment. Jeremy didn’t look up when I latched it behind me. I settled into my seat, waiting for the menu.
I was wearing a new dress. Everything in my wardrobe was new. I liked the light pink blush. It felt delicate and feminine. If I was willing to admit it, it was bridal. It was exactly the kind of dress a woman would wear on her honeymoon. Something soft and alluring, but not over the top sexy. I twisted my lips together while Jeremy hammered out something on his keyboard.
A few minutes later the attendant returned.
“For you, Mrs. Hartwell.”
I didn’t hesitate when she used my name. I took the leather-bound book. “Thank you.”
Jeremy looked up. “What’s that?”
“I’m going to try the spa treatments.”
“Hmm.” He scowled.
I traced over the list and decided on the hour-long steam shower followed by a thirty-minute massage. The fine print said I could use the dressing room amenities for up to thirty minutes with my treatments. That would cut two hours off the rest of the flight. Maybe I could sleep afterward.
I returned the menu after I explained my selections.
“I’ll have that ready for you in a few minutes, Mrs. Hartwell.”
“Thank you.” I grinned. I sank into my reclining chair, already feeling more relaxed.
The flight attendant returned with a pair of fluffy spa slippers. She handed them to me over Jeremy. “These are for your walk to the shower. The rooms are ready for you.”
I slid my feet inside, wiggling my toes.
I rose from my seat.
“Where are you going?” He looked up.
I exhaled. “I’m going to the spa shower. I have to do something while you work.”
He nodded. “Probably a good idea. Sasha has sent two contracts for me to review and they are both complete pieces of shit. I have to rewrite entire sections and have her confirm that the final numbers are what we agreed on last week.”
“All right.” I stepped past his expensive leather shoes. I had a lot to learn about running a sports industry empire. It was going to take time to understand Jeremy’s world. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours I guess.”
I scooted out and followed my guide to the shower. I was overly curious to see how the rooms were laid out. I didn’t know passenger airplanes did things like this. She ushered me onto the right side of the plane and explained that the dressing room was private. I wouldn’t share it during my reservation. Also, the steam and regular shower were one unit. If I only wanted steam all I had to do was turn off the water.
I nodded at all her explanations. “Thank you. I think I’m going to enjoy this part of the flight.” I smiled.
She moved to close the door. “There is a call button if you need anything or have any questions. The door locks from the inside, but I have an emergency key. You won’t be disturbed.”
The door closed and I turned in a slow circle. This was completely unreal. It wasn’t spacious, but it was the epitome of luxury. I ran a finger over the marble countertop and took a second to trace the pink orchid petals. I turned the shower to a high-steam setting. I kicked off the airline’s special slippers and began to undress.
I didn’t want my honeymoon outfit to wrinkle. I carefully hung it on a mahogany hanger and slipped the blush lace bra in a drawer, deciding at the last minute to keep the matching panties on. I opened the glass door and sat on the marble tile. The fragrant steam billowed around me. I inhaled deeply, feeling the tension in my shoulders release. I decided I wasn’t going to let myself feel guilty for being rich. This was wonderful.
How could I feel anxious when I was in a steam shower? Once we landed, I had nothing ahead of me but Tahitian resort living. Jeremy promised me at least a week on the island, but we could stay longer. I was hoping for ten days. Ten full days of honeymoon bliss.
Ten days we were supposed to focus on getting me pregnant. I leaned my head into the wall.