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“Honestly, Dad never understood how Victor could have been his son,” Mandy admits. “He thought your grandfather was such a nice man.”
“He was a workaholic too, but yeah, he never seemed stressed and I only remember him yelling and swearing that one time.” I think back to how shocked I was that night when I heard him yelling at Dad. I immediately knew that something very bad had happened.
“Was that when he found out what Victor was doing to us?” she asks, with a sad look in her eyes.
“Exactly.” I lean over and give her a kiss. “It’s the only time I saw Dad left speechless. He had no rational explanation for what he had done to your family.” I can’t imagine how horrifying it was when he realized what his son had done to his best friend’s family. “Papa never forgave him.”
“Your dad wasn’t all bad though, you got to go on all kinds of great vacations,” Mandy says, changing the topic to something less sensitive. “Most people haven’t been all over the world like you.” Her voice is laced with a hint of jealousy.
“That’s true. Whenever we were out of school he would take us along on his business trips,” I admit, thinking back on all of the different places we had visited. “It wasn’t because he wanted to though.”
“It was your mother’s idea?” she asks with a giggle.
“Yeah, he was on the road so much that she demanded he take us whenever possible. He would go to meetings and we would go with Mom, shopping or whatever.”
“So that’s why you don’t like shopping,” she guesses accurately.
“Yeah, we always had to carry her bags. So, that was fun. I really hated Paris… and Milan.” I think about how we had to struggle with all of her bags after those two shopping sprees. Milan was the worst.
“I’m perfectly okay with picking out my clothes online,” she says with a big smile, having just picked out a dozen new outfits in a matter of minutes.
“Let’s just hope they fit!” I joke, causing a little worry to creep into her eyes. “Don’t worry, they will be perfect.” I glance down at her legs, imagining what they will look like in the short summer dresses she has been adding to her shopping cart.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, giving me a sexy look.
“I’m thinking about whether or not Dad had security cameras installed in this plane.” I would prefer not to have a full recording of this flight.
Mandy
Even though it’s been less than twenty-four hours, I can tell that Trey is feeling the same urge that has been nagging at me ever since we left the ground. I’m not sure what it is about flying with him, but I am so turned on right now. Maybe it’s the lack of outside distractions up here. He has one hundred percent of my attention and right now I am focused on just one thing.
“Where would they have the cameras?” I ask, figuring we should be able to find a safe spot somewhere. “I’m not officially a member of the mile high club, yet.”
“The cameras are always hidden so passengers can’t tamper with them,” Trey replies, getting up out of his seat. “I’ll be right back.” He walks up to the cockpit door, knocks and enters. I can feel my excitement growing with each passing moment. I close my eyes and glide my hand across the smooth, supple leather beneath me. I’ve never felt such a soft, comfortable seat; it’s hard to believe we are in an airplane. I can’t even imagine how much this plane must have cost.
“We are clear,” Trey says, startling me. “Come here.” He reaches for my hand and leads me further back in the plane.
We stop at a double seat that reclines all the way down with a click on his iPhone. With another click, shades go down covering all of the windows. “Whoa, that’s a little too dark.” He laughs before clicking another button to turn on the ambient lighting.
“You did all that from your iPhone?” I ask in amazement.
“Yeah, I just got the username and password from the captain. It shows me all of the electronic systems onboard and allows me to control them. It also includes a button to turn off the security cameras,” he says with a wink.
“That’s so cool!” My mind is temporarily blown, but as soon as Trey moves toward me it quickly goes back to its prior obsession.
“Come here, sexy,” he says with a spark of lust in his eyes.
As his lips touch mine, I once again feel the surge of electricity. It is something that I find truly amazing. I can understand having that reaction to our first kiss, but it seems to happen almost every time he kisses me. It makes me wonder why I have never felt anything similar with my other boyfriends. Even my very first kiss pales in comparison and I really liked that guy. There is something between us that is not normal, at least not normal for me.
