“By all means, if you want to choose the hard way, who am I to stop you?”
Chapter Eighteen
Hailey
“I cannot believe you upgraded us,” I exclaimed, touching the leather seat.
“Only the best for my girl. I was surprised you and Val didn’t book business class.”
I shrugged. “I already spend too much on shoes and clothes, so I have to choose my battles wisely. Val can afford business class, but she’s careful with her money. I guess it’s a habit she formed way back when we couldn’t afford much.” I turned to him. “Thank you.”
After boarding was completed, the flight attendant brought us glasses of champagne. We were on a very early flight, so coffee would have been a better option, but I wasn’t about to turn her down.
“Oh la la. I can get used to this treatment,” I whispered an hour later. I’d just received a new glass.
“Easy there.”
“It’s only my second glass.”
“Third,” he corrected with a light smile. Ahh, that might explain the light buzz. And why I’d been talking his ear off. I could barely sit still. I felt an incessant need to share with him every detail I’d ever read about Chicago.
“Tell you a secret?” I whispered. “I think I’m tipsy.”
“I promise I won’t tell.”
His voice was low and conspiratorial.
“Also, you’re a much better travel companion than Val. Oops... don’t tell her I said that.”
“I’ll keep your dirty little secret.”
He touched his fingers to my jaw, traced a path down my neck. Fire danced in his blue eyes, lighting me up. He pulled me into a fiery kiss, while his hands kept touching me. He slipped one between us, palming my breasts. I was wearing a silk bra, but I felt his touc
h as intensely as if it were on my bare skin.
Oh, sweet heavens. Why was he doing this to me? Kissing me until every stroke of his tongue brought me closer to forgetting we were on a plane. He circled my nipple until it was so sensitive that even the slight touch of the silk over it felt like torture.
I hummed low in my throat when he pulled back, because I wasn’t ready to let go. He pressed his thumb on the bow of my upper lip, kissing my forehead. Oh, right. We weren’t alone. That’s why he’d stopped.
I squirmed in my seat, just in time to see the flight attendant serving food.
“More champagne?” she asked.
“Oh, no. Thanks.”
I didn’t want to overdo it, or next time Reid kissed me, I might completely forget we weren’t alone.
The flight was over far too soon for my liking. Some of the senior consultants at my old company had traveled business class, but I hadn’t reached that level. Still, I had flown business class occasionally when I’d been able to upgrade with frequent flyer miles. I loved the comfort.
“This was so comfy I almost want us to fly right back just so I can enjoy it some more. Thanks for spoiling me,” I said, stretching my back while we waited for our luggage.
Reid pulled me into a half hug, whispering, “Don’t worry. I plan to spoil you for the rest of the trip too.”
A delicious shudder coursed through me. What exactly did he have in mind? I could try and lure it out of him. I had my tricks. But I decided I wanted to be surprised.
Thanks to the priority tags, our luggage came out first. Reid took his phone out of his pocket while we headed toward the exit.
“Do you have internet?” he asked. “Didn’t work on the flight, and I don’t have a signal now either.”