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Emily
Walking out the front door of the building the wind is biting cold and there’s a small dusting of snow in the grassy area out front. Miguel nods towards the white SUV where the backdoor is being held open by a young man. Climbing up into the warmth of the interior I settle in for the hour-long drive to the private tarmac. Miguel climbs into the backseat with me which is so odd I don’t ever recall being in the backseat with him in all the years I have known him. I also never realized how huge Miguel Parks really was till he took up space right beside me. I’ve been around some of the richest and some good-looking men, but it’s an odd trait to have both in one package. Blake Shaw was a rare gem, he had it all, looks, brains, body, sense of humor, and money. As I sit and look at Miguel I see he is one of the few who got the ‘everything’ gene, some days his humor would be nice to see, but he’s hot. Makes you wonder what the love of his life was like that she jaded him so bad he doesn’t date anymore. She must be supermodel gorgeous to catch him in the first place, I have seen the revolving door and those women belong on covers of magazines.
“Emily, are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
Glaring back at him I raise my eyebrow, “do I look like I was paying attention? Didn’t think so Miguel, is it truly important? My head hurts and I’m tired.” Shaking his head at me he drops his attention to his phone. Drifting off to sleep I'm awakened by Miguel telling me we have arrived. Opening my eyes, I look around and I don’t see the Shaw Inc. jet anywhere in sight, instead there’s a smaller jet sitting a few hundred feet from us, but I have never seen it before. “Miguel where’s the jet and who does that jet belong too?”
“Emily, we aren’t taking the Shaw jet and that little beauty belongs to me it’s not huge, but she’s mine.”
Stepping out of the SUV into the frigid morning air it’s so refreshing to breathe, but it also stings my lungs. With my coffee in hand I head for the stairs that lead into the jet, I can feel Miguel following me up the steps. Once we have boarded the jet I stop and look around. It has plush carpet unlike the short turf carpet most jets have, it is also painted a maroon red with the cherry wood finish. Laying his hand on the small of my back he nudges me to move forward.
“Come on Emily, you have seen jets before let’s find you a seat for the trip.”
Leading us to the back corner of the jet I take a seat, setting my purse on the bench style seat beside me. As if on cue Miguel sits down across from me. While all prep is being done for takeoff Miguel puts in his breakfast order and smiles brightly at me.
“Breakfast for you?”
“Miguel, you’re being a real ass today, you know I can’t fly and eat at the same time it makes me sick, so you just enjoy your breakfast, but I’d love another coffee.” As the cabin door closes my heart rate jumps. I get so nervous when I fly. It’s one of the reasons I never eat before or during flight. The first time Blake took me to the Alps I got so sick and from that trip on we made sure that all our flights where mid-day and it was our secret. The more time I have the less I want to do this trip.
