“I think you should introduce me.” he whispered a little louder, planting a brief kiss on my forehead.
“Mom, Dad—” I paused. “The rest of you, this is Jake. Jake these are my parents, Amy, Mia, Claire, and Brian.”
Brian and my father immediately extended their arms for a handshake, but all of my sisters—even my mom, were standing still and staring at Jake, looking completely awestruck.
“This is your boyfriend?” Amy asked, blinking a few times as she shook his hand. “This, um, is Jake?”
“Yes.” Jake answered before I could, keeping his other hand firmly attached to my waist. “I was surprising Gillian with a flight today. I didn’t realize it coincided with your proposal—” He looked at Brian. “But we’ll do our best to be back in time.”
My sisters nodded in unison as he flashed his pearly whites. This was the first time I’d ever seen them completely speechless and I immediately committed the image to memory.
“The key, Gillian...” Jake said under his breath. “Give them your key.”
I pulled the keycard out of my back pocket and handed it to my mom. “I’ve moved to The Madison at Park Avenue. I sent you an email just in case you forget what to tell the cab driver. I’ve already told the doorman to expect you and he’ll help you with anything you may need while you’re here.”
“Thank you,” she said, her eyes still on Jake.
“Well, wait,” Brian said. “So, you are going to try and make it back by tonight for the proposal right, Gillian?”
“Absolutely.” I gave him my best fake smile, answered a few more questions from him and my father about the city, and then I told them goodbye.
They walked toward baggage claim and I stared in their direction, catching them throwing glances over their shoulders every now and then until they were out of sight.
“You ready?” Jake said, minutes later.
I nodded and he grabbed my hand, leading me toward the newest and smallest terminal in JFK—the one designated for private and charter planes.
He held up his pass to the only gate agent, and escorted me down the jet bridge and onboard one of the most luxurious aircrafts in the world, a Gulf-Stream 650.
“Dare I ask how you can afford this?” I muttered, more than sure he wasn’t going to give an answer.
“I don’t have to ‘afford’ it,” he said, smiling at me. “It’s a benefit of previously flying for Signature. They still have to honor certain things for anyone who reached senior status. Happy?”
“No. How do you afford your Park Avenue apartment?”
He smiled again, gesturing for me to sit in a leather passenger chair. He bent down and fastened my seatbelt. “That was given to me by someone special. No, not an ex-wife, and not a trust fund.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.” He pushed stray hairs out of my face. “And before you ask, because I have a feeling you will, it’s the same answer for the watches.”
“So, technically, you yourself are not independently wealthy.”
“I wouldn’t necessarily say that.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Have we talked enough for six in the morning yet or do we need to discuss something else?”
“No, we have. For now.”
“Thank you.” He tugged at my seatbelt one last time. “I’ll see you when we level out.” He headed into the cockpit and the flight attendant set a tall cup of orange juice in front of me.
She handed me a four-paged breakfast menu, but I set it down and gripped the handles of the chair to prepare for takeoff.
Shutting my eyes, I listened as Jake spoke to the other pilot in the cockpit.
“Flaps—set, transponders—set, De-ice—on, Lights—clear...” his voice began to fade as the plane rolled backwards and away from the gate.
Not having to fake a smile for watching passengers, I kept my eyes closed as the plane rushed against the runway, as it hit the air full speed and leveled out against the sky.
Leaning back in my chair, I tapped my fingers against my jeans for several minutes—still waiting to hear verbal confirmation that we were at the proper altitude, but it seemed as if that announcement was never coming.
“You’re free to move about the cabin.” Jake’s hand suddenly caressed my cheek, causing my eyes to flutter open. His lips curved into a smile. “Were you waiting on me to say that?”
“Yes, that’s what normally happens.”
“Only on commercial planes.” He unbuckled my seatbelt and took the seat across from me. “What are you thinking about?”
“How you can really be a perfect guy when you want to be. What are you thinking about?”
“Your mouth,” he said. “I’ve missed it.”
“The way it looks?”
“The way it wraps around my cock.” He leaned forward and grabbed my wrists, pulling me to him. “I need to ask you a couple of personal questions.”
“I’ll think about answering them.” I mocked him and he pressed a kiss against my neck.