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“Please don’t, not yet anyway,” he begged. I smiled at his expression. “I’ve imagined all evening what you might be wearing beneath that lovely gown, but I didn’t even come close.”
In one long stride he was in front of me, and I was in his arms, being thoroughly kissed.
Then he released me and said, “Hmm, I think it was worth the wait.”
He held up the other outfit for me. It was another designer dress, but an above-the-knee, sleeveless navy-blue silk, with a short jacket to match. It was dressy but could go either way. I had dark navy Louboutin pumps to match.
We walked out and my arm was linked with Pearce’s. He turned and pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me.
“Mmm, Mrs. Middleton. I think I love you.”
“Well, that’s a relief since you just married me!”
“You two better get a move on. The crowd is getting restless.”
I didn’t know what Susan meant until we walked outside. All the guests were lined up with sparklers and bird seed and bubbles and all sorts of stuff.
We said our good-byes to the family and left. Pearce wouldn’t tell me where we were going, and he had Ava and Terri pack for me. I had no idea where our honeymoon was going to be, other than it would be warm.
We boarded the G7, and it was filled with tons of food and drinks. Mitch was there as well as a copilot named Mark and a flight engineer named Ryan. There were also two flight attendants, Roy and Kathie. They were both older than us, maybe in their late forties.
The light bulb fired then. With all these people on board, we must be going somewhere a bit further than an hour or two away.
“Um, Pearce, are you going to give me any clues yet?”
“Baby, I’ve been giving you clues all over the place. You just haven’t picked up on them.”
“What do you mean?”
He just smiled. “You tired, hungry, or thirsty? Whatever you want, just tell Roy or Kathie and they’ll take care of you.”
“I am a bit tired,” I said.
“As soon as we hit ten thousand feet, we can go to sleep in the cabin. Mitch likes for us to be strapped in until then. Just recline your chair. The feet go up too.”
I did as he suggested and was out. We must have hit some bumps or something because I woke up when my head bobbed.
“Hey, you want to sleep on the bed?”
“Yeah. That sounds great.”
He unbuckled me and I followed him to the back of the cabin. We slipped in between the sheets, and I went right to sleep again.
Something kept tickling my feet. I’d kick it and there it was back again. In annoyance, I opened my eyes, intending to get rid of the offensive thing that was interrupting my sleep and found it was Pearce, lightly running his fingers up the arch of my foot.
“I thought you were a bug. I was getting ready to squash you,” I said, grumpily.
The covers flew off me and he spread my legs as he started to lick and nip his way up the insides of my thighs. A little while later, I’d forgotten I was grumpy, or that he’d awakened me because I’d officially become a member of the mile high club with Pearce Middleton.
We got dressed and headed out into the main cabin when he said, “Now will you please take a good look around you and try to guess where you are going on your honeymoon, Mrs. Middleton?”
The table was set with a plate of cheeses, olives, and an antipasto tray. There was San Pelligrino water, a chilled bottle of prosecco and one of pinot grigio. There was a loaf of ciabatta with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar. A menu was on the table that listed chicken marsala and chicken limone as the choices.
“Oh my God! We’re going to Italy!” I launched myself at him and knocked him into a seat. He laughed as he grabbed me.
“It took you long enough. I kept thinking you’d see the painting of Cinque Terre I had placed over there,” he said gesturing to his left.
“I totally missed that!”
