Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

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.”

Jeremey 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, wiggling past Jeremy.

“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 Jeremey’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. My name is Hilde. 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 told myself 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.

So far getting pregnant hadn’t been easy for me. I thought if I pumped myself full of fertility drugs, it would happen eventually. But after the last round of treatments, I wasn’t sure if my body or my heart could keep up the cycle. Part of me always blamed the doctors of the bad sperm selection I choose. There had to be reason. Someone miscalculated when I ovulated. Someone thawed the sperm incorrectly. Someone gave me the wrong dosage of hormones.

I closed my eyes, feeling the embrace of the steam. I smiled. It was almost as if the clouds were trying to hold me. Flying like this wasn’t so bad. I wondered if I could sleep in here. I did have ninety minutes to myself before the massage.

My eyes flew open when I heard the dressing room door room close. I quickly crossed my breasts with my hands. I couldn’t see who was on the other side of the glass door, but I hadn’t paged the attendant to return. Shit. She was going to see my naked. Of course, my towel wasn’t anywhere close by.

I huddled in the corner of the marble, trying to conceal my skimpy panties and my breasts. What was she doing in here?

Just then the shower door opened. I blinked, staring up into my favorite pair of incredibly sexy eyes.

“Mrs. Hartwell, it doesn’t look like you were waiting for me.” Jeremy began to peel the shirt over his head. I gawked at his gorgeous abs.