This is the safest way to get them.
The next day,I woke before Harry did, and I packed fast, in stealth. Harry told William he was flying at nine, alone, and without a crew. After Harry’s breakfast at eight, I cleaned up fast.
I then did another highly illegal thing, after poisoning. I stowed away on his plane.
In the small, remote hangar, I found the small black private jet.
It was hard to get in, but once I worked out how to open the emergency door, the stairs just dropped down.
Once inside, I placed my small daypack in a back locker. I then caught my breath and pushed a switch. The steps returned to their closed position.
As I hide in the back and in the dark, I think about all the mistakes.
All the mistakes I’ve made in the world. I wonder if this, here and now, is the greatest.
Finally, I hear steps, clunking and cussing. Next, I hear engines, system testing, and pre-flight stuff.
I suspect the best way forwards is to make sure he can’t return easily to drop me off.
Only surprise him after a while. Then, be super nice and sound sorry.
I know I must wait at least thirty minutes so it’s a hassle for him to turn around. I also know this. I will still get told off and likely lose my job or get spanked.
Hmmm,spanked.
After what is probablythirty to forty minutes, I creep out of the hiding place in the slim jet. I look around, clicking my sore neck. At least now I know I’d be a bad cat burglar.
As I walk down the private jet, I see it in the sunlight. It’samazing, and it looks custom. It is cream leather and oak-paneled, and it is classy and impeccable.
The day outside is spectacular, and the golden light streams in powerfully.
I wonder what to say as I get closer to the cabin. “Oh, so this is not the grand hall on the second floor! How did I get lost?”
Or
“Wow, the pool looked different a few days back. Hang on, where am I?”
I pause as I reach the cockpit door. I then inhale and yank it wide.
Harry is standing naked, and he spins as his eyes pop wide. My eyes pop at the same time, and my jaw drops. “What the fuck!”
“What the fuck!”
Harry is changing his clothes and standing in black boxer briefs. A suit is over his pilot’s chair, and he is hot. We have both frozen, and it’s awkward.
“Hey, is this the hall on the third floor?”
“Samantha!”
“So, here’s the thing,” I say, my hands now up in defense. “And I didn’t look at your, you know, junk.”
I have already spun away, and I am now trying to breathe. “Care to explain?” I ask.
“Me?”
“Well, you are naked,” I say.
“Was! And putting a fucking suit on. In private!” A second later, he says, “You, speak now.”
