CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Erika
Having just stepped foot on the stairs of the jet leading down to an awaiting sparkling white limo in Bora Bora, I stop for a minute and turn my nose to the sky, letting the sun wash over me and warm my tired bones. Even though I slept most of the way here, wrapped in Leon’s arms in the bedroom on board his private jet, my body knows it needs more from working so hard this past year. I’ve barely had a minute to breathe.
That’s why I need this vacation. Sun, sea, great sex and lots of it, please.
I shouldn’t have doubted our sexual compatibility, because together we just click, as if our bodies already understand each other. For the first time in my life, I am having great sex. Mind-blowing sex that I want all the time.
“What a day.” I inhale a deep breath, filling my nostrils with what can only be described as a tropical paradise. It smells like jasmine, salty sea breeze, and vanilla; it’s fresh and clean, like a freshly cut bouquet of flowers. I’ve never seen a sky so blue. It looks like a giant blanket scattered with tiny patches of clouds. “It’s beautiful.”
“Just like you,” Leon says from behind me as I move down the steps in my super high espadrilles, being careful not to lose my footing on the high platform soles, while he dishes out another compliment like confetti at a wedding.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hill.” Our chauffeur tips his hat as we both step off the last step.
Mr. and Mrs. Hill.I guess Leon must have called or emailed ahead, instructing him how he wants us to be addressed. That’s so sweet of him. My heart has never felt so full.
Leon pushes his sunglasses up his nose, then takes my hand and walks with a dominant, authoritative stride toward the car. Wearing cream linen shorts, a plain white designer T-shirt, and matching gleaming white sneakers that cost more than a month’s loan payment on my house, he looks gorgeous, and I find it hard not to keep looking at him.
Every part of his life oozes luxury and opulence, and now I understand why he bought a jet, which I busted his balls about when he told me, but I get it now. Having a private jet has so many advantages, specifically for flying to places like Bora Bora. We flew direct and even had showers before we landed.
Yeah, a girl could most definitely get used to this.
Leon lets go of my hand, then places his palm on the small of my back, gesturing for me to get inside the car before him.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Hill. My name is Larry.”
I give him a little wave. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Larry. Please, call me Erika.”
He nods in acknowledgement.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Hill.”
“Feels like yesterday, Larry.” Leon shakes his hand with enthusiasm as I slide inside the cool air-conditioned limo.
“I believe the yacht is finished, sir,” Larry says, sounding genuinely excited.
“She is, and she’s beautiful.” There’s a lot of pride in Leon’s reply.
Does Leon have a yacht? When did he buy that?
Leon slips off his sunglasses as he climbs in next to me, and before Larry closes the car door, he informs us, “There are bottles of water in the chiller. Please, help yourselves. We aren’t far from the resort. Sit tight, and as soon as your luggage is in the trunk, I’ll have you there in no time at all. And congratulations on the marriage. I hope you’re as happy as my wife and I are, and we’ve been married for thirty-two years this year.” He throws us a cheeky wink.
Deep in my bones, I know that Leon and I will go the distance: Till death do us part.
In an appreciative tone, Leon replies, “Thank you, Larry.”
“Sir.” Larry closes the door, and a puff of hot air fills the car before being overwhelmed by the air conditioning. The glass partition separates us from the driver’s cockpit, giving us privacy.
I can’t help myself and blurt out, “You bought a yacht?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted one, so I bought one,” Leon replies casually, like he just bought a soda.
“You never said.”
“It’s been years in the making. There was nothing to tell until she was ready.”
“And it’s here? Is that how you know Larry?”
