“I’ll have your hot water for tea in a moment, Mrs. Raven,” Mrs. Childs said as she brought out the muffins she made.
“Thank you, Mrs. Childs.”
“How’d you sleep?” I asked, taking her arm and pulling her into my lap before she could sit in a chair at the table. “Because I slept like a baby.”
She smiled so sweetly. “I did too.”
“I’ve planned a surprise.”
Her eyes flashed with wariness.
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to put up with stuffy rich people, although I don’t know why you worry. You captivated everyone at the party.”
“I doubt that.”
“How about a honeymoon to relax?”
Her smile was wide. “Honeymoon?”
I nodded. “Pack for a place that’s warm. In fact, all you need is a bikini.”
She bit her lower lip. “I don’t have one of those.”
Jesus, how was it possible this woman didn’t have a swimsuit? “I’ll arrange to have some brought to you. In the meantime, eat your breakfast and then pack. I’ll need to take care of a little business, but then we can leave.”
“Okay.” She slipped from my lap as Mrs. Childs arrived with her tea and some eggs.
I stood. “I’ll see you in a few.” I kissed her forehead and went to my office. I worked through some details of the Florida deal. I wanted to try to have it all ironed out before I called my dad and let him know I was heading out of town for a week.
“Everything alright with Sara?” my father asked first thing.
“Yes.”
“She’s a fine young woman, Chase. I must say I was disappointed you didn’t stand up for her against that man. Did you know that other women have accused him of misconduct?”
“I’m disappointed in myself. I plan to make it up to her, which is why I called. I’m taking her to the island for a week as a honeymoon.”
I waited for him to say something about the Florida deal or that I need to put the company first.
“Good.”
I shook my head. He really was different.
“She’s a smart woman. A little young and naïve, but smart. She’ll be good for you if you let her. I’m a little bothered by the fact that you’re probably using her. I can only hope that her good spirit will change you instead of you making her jaded.”
“Always good to know how you feel about me, dad.”
“I love you Chase. I love all you boys. But that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about how disconnected you are from the important things in life.”
Deciding to move the conversation on, I said, “The Florida deal should be done. I’m arranging the next step.”
“Send me the details and I’ll watch over it while you’re gone.”
When the call was done, I wondered what had so significantly changed my father. Then again, I was feeling different too. Had Sara done that?
Later, I grabbed my bag and then Sara’s and escorted her down to the car. An hour after that, we were on a Raven private jet, hurtling south toward our island in the Caribbean.
Sara was gawking out the window. “I’ve never been on a plane before.”
“I love seeing the world through your eyes. You find wonder in everything.”
Her smile was radiant. “You’re jaded, that’s why you miss the wonder.”
Her words reminded me of my father’s sentiments earlier. “Look what I arranged for you.” I showed her a suitcase filled with bikinis I arranged a private shopper to have delivered.
Her eyes widened. “So many?”
“Pick the ones you like.”
She pulled out a red one that I particularly liked. There were solid colors, florals and multicolor options.
“You should try them on,” I suggested.
She gave me a coy smile, telling me she knew what I was asking. Fortunately, she went along.
“Which would you like to see?”
“The red one.”
She took that one and several others to the back room I pointed out to her. A few minutes later, she came out wearing a green polka dot bikini. My dick liked all her silky skin showing under the little swatches of fabric. Next she tried on a white floral one. My dick liked that one too. By the fifth bikini, I was about ready to take my dick in my own hand, he was so hard. Then she emerged wearing the red bikini. The halter design of the top accentuated her fabulous tits and strong shoulders. The bottoms were cut to show off her sexy legs.
“You look uncomfortable,” she said with a coy knowing smile as she sauntered toward me in the suit.
“I’m fucking dying.”
“Poor Chase.” She straddled my thighs, rubbing her cleft over my throbbing cock.
“How about another lesson,” I said picking her up and making my way to the private room.
“Oh?”
“It’s more like an initiation into the mile-high club.”
“Will there be hazing?” she asked.
“No, just fucking.”
“Do I have to pay dues?”
“Only to me.” I looked down at her. She was so beautiful. So open. So mine.