I lock the door and he holds my hand and opens the door for me. I slide in and Marchello sits beside me. Mr. Israeli closes the door and gets in the front.
“Is he going too?”
“Only to the airport, we have a detail meeting us up there.”
“Is this dangerous?”
“Not unless there’s something you're not telling me.”
I catch a whiff of evergreen again and immediately my pussy is sweating, and I don’t think a vibrator is going to fix this. I knew I shouldn’t have worn spandex leggings. The crotch is stuck between my lips and I’m thankful my oversized sweater covers it in case it’s noticeable.
“So, what’s the agenda?”
“Airport, the Alps and some poking around.”
Somehow he makes a simple task sound so dirty, but I like it.
We pull up to a huge jet, larger than Uncle Besnik’s. I’ve only seen these in TV shows or billionaires like movie stars and singers. Once, I looked up my mom’s favorite American actor, Mark Wahlberg, I mean, my mom loved his iconic underwear poster of the 80s. She loved it so much there’s still a magazine of him in tighty whities in her treasure box.
But as sure as there is a sun, the jet looms in front of me and it’s intimidating.
“Come on.” Marchello nudges me as the door is open and he helps me out.
Our luggage is being loaded and Marchello motions for me to walk up the narrow steps first, and I hold the railing taking extra care as I’m in boots that don’t fit on the step.
I feel his eyes on my ass. I took my coat off in the car as I was hot. Today is in the 50s and it’s not that cold without the rain.
I walk into the jet. “We have a TV,” he motions for me to sit on the sofa and I do and then two men dressed in suits board and one sits in the front of the plane and the other in the back.
“So, I’m not sure this jet is, well. . . ” I shrug my shoulders.
His face turns white. “What, you don’t like it?” His eyes implore mine for a clue as to the issue.
“No, this is incredible, I’m just screwing with you. Dad didn’t have this. What does that mean?”
“That he’s not the real,” and he makes air quotes, “‘family’.”
Of course, it means that there’s a hierarchy and those at the top get the most perks. I knew that, why am I acting so strange?
He smiles at me and we’re gearing for takeoff.
“So, this is like the scene in365 DNI? Just after takeoff.” I tease.
He chuckles, “Just wait until later,” and he leans in and nuzzles my neck and I feel a faint nibble that sends goosebumps up my back.
“With the extra people watching?”
“Not here, not now, but soon.”
I can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise, but the excitement makes me jittery and I’m relieved when he hands me a glass of champagne.
13
Marchello
Prende is still a bit mystified by this new world, but she’s adapting. Her sense of humor is better so that means she’s either happy to be moving on with her life or she’s giddy about her newfound freedom. Possibly both.
I’d be the asshole if I took all the credit, but the chemistry between us is undeniable. I’m not in a rush to get laid so there’s no need to have her first time be on an airplane. There’s plenty of time for the mile high club later.