“Did you have any weird or rude passengers?” Yandy asked.
“Thankfully, no, and the other two people on my flight crew were super nice and helpful.”
“Will you work with the same people?”
“I honestly have no idea. I’m a newbie, so I just have to get in where I fit in.”
Everyone asked a few questions, and I answered them as best I could. My family had always been supportive, so their interest and excitement didn’t surprise me.
“I’m proud of you, baby girl. This was a helluva pivot from your last job, but it sounds like it might be good for you,” my father said.
“I agree. You might even meet a handsome pilot and fall in love,” Ma said.
“Actually . . .”
Yandy, who sat next to me, touched my arm as she gasped.
“You met someone already?” she questioned with raised brows.
I nodded. “On the elevator, right after I checked in. Blaine, do you remember Sylas McCoy?”
“Sy Mac? Yeah. I met him at SIU. He was more Jamal’s friend, but we were cool. I forgot he was a pilot for Sable Airlines. Were you on his plane?”
“No, but what else do you know about him?”
“Just normal stuff. He always seemed like a decent dude. The vibes were never off. Why? You like him?”
“Maybe.”
“Tell us about him,” Ma urged.
I shared with my family what I knew about Sylas, except for the way he had my legs on his shoulders, my knees by my ears, and my pussy juice all over his face. My mother and Yandy looked at me with smiles, while my father frowned, and my brother looked intrigued.
“Are there any rules about fraternizing on the job? I don’t want you to get in any trouble, baby girl.”
“I don’t think so, Daddy, but we’re just friends right now.”
“You can tell that to someone who doesn’t know you. You’re already smitten with this man. It’s written all over your face,” he said.
“Yeah, Sis. You’re already gone. Sylas was cool, from what I remember, Pops, but I’ll reach out to my boy, Jamal, to see if anything has changed.”
“Thanks, Blaine. Can we talk about something else now? I’m tired of being in the hot seat.”
Yandy and Blaine looked at each other as if they’d been waiting to share some news. He smiled, took Yandy’s hand, and nodded as if giving her the okay.
“I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby,” she squealed.
My parents and I hopped from our seats and cheered with excitement. Yandy and Blaine had been trying to get pregnant for a little over a year. Biologically, everything checked out to be in tip-top condition, so they left it in God’s hands. We smothered them with hugs and kisses, and for the rest of our visit, we were on cloud nine.
Not one,not two, butthreeweeks crawled by before Khiya’s and my schedules lined up. I was currently on my way to Gurnee to see the woman who’d been the center of my thoughts for damn near a month.
We’d spent a lot of time on FaceTime, sometimes talking, and sometimes staring at each other, and the number of text messages between us in less than a month would probably break some records. There was no doubt about it . . . I missed her and couldn’t wait to be in her presence again.
The thought of inhaling her sweet scent, touching her smooth skin, and kissing her soft lips had my dick semi-hard for damn near the entire ride. I needed to calm down because we had dinner plans, and it would be a few hours before I couldrefamiliarize myself with her body, not that I needed to because it was ingrained in my memory.
When I arrived, I found her building number and parked in the visitor parking as she instructed. I grabbed the flowers I’d purchased for her, as well as the small gift bag, before getting out of my truck.
After ensuring my vehicle was secure, I headed toward the building. I pressed the button with her apartment number and waited for her beautiful voice to come over the speaker. Once she confirmed it was me, she buzzed me inside, and I made my way to the second floor, where she was waiting outside her apartment door.
