dinner and a dessert of red velvet petit fours, Adam slid open one of the glass panels, and we walked out onto a large balcony overlooking the city.
For late September it was unusually warm, and I savored the mild, ocean-kissed breezes as they swept over me. Walking to the iron railing encircling the balcony, I was astounded by the amazing view of downtown Boston. “Wow,” I mouthed to myself.
Adam came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned back into the warmth of his body, relaxing into him as his lips began to ghost along the side of my neck. But then he stilled. Turning me around to face him, fingers splayed out over my hips. I placed a hand on his chest and looked up into his inquiring eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Um…” I glanced away, and then down. “I think.”
Adam chuckled a little. “Guess that’s a start.” He lifted a hand from my hip and nudged my chin up so that I was looking at him. “I’m going to be honest with you, Madeleine.” Was this what he’d been about to tell me at the lighthouse? “I was attracted to you back in high school, and I should have dumped Chelsea and asked you out.” My heart skipped a beat. “But I was young and naïve.”
I moved my hand to trace the smooth contours of his face. “I would have loved to have gone out with you back then, Adam,” I admitted.
“What about now?” he whispered, his lips lowering to mine.
“Better late than never.”
Adam kissed me, softly at first and then with more passionate. His hands moved slowly over my curves. I moaned into his mouth and pushed my breasts into his chest.
Adam’s mouth moved to my neck—sucking, kissing, nibbling. I groaned, and he pulled me closer to his body. I could feel the clear outline of his substantial hardness close to my own heat, and, throwing caution to the wind, I gasped, “God, let’s get out of here.”
Adam pulled back, eyes ablaze. “Are you sure?”
A quick image of Adam seated on one of those oversized leather chairs on the plane, hiking up my dress while I stood before him played through my mind, and I hastily answered, “Yeah, I’m absolutely positive.”
We left the dinner club hurriedly, and Adam and I pretty much made out like we were kids back in high school during the limo ride to the plane. There was a lot of groping and grinding, but apparently, he wanted to wait as much as I did until we got into the air for the real fun to begin.
As we boarded the plane, Walker gave us a knowing smile as we tried, unsuccessfully, to keep our hands to ourselves. “Guess I’ll be keeping the cockpit door closed?” I heard him say quietly to Adam as I continued to my seat. I didn’t hear Adam’s reply, but he spent a few extra minutes talking with Walker, so I could only imagine.
“Do I have time to go to the restroom before we take off?” I asked once Adam settled in next to me.
“Yeah, sure, it’ll be a few more minutes before we take off.”
I grabbed my clutch and went into the airplane lavatory, closing the door behind me. Fumbling through the contents, I finally found some gloss to apply to my lips, deliciously swollen from all the kissing. When I threw the tube back in, my cell blinked. I had several missed calls, all from my dad.
The voicemails he’d left said variations of things like “Maddy, call me back; it’s important,” or “Madeleine, this is your dad. Where are you? Call me now.” I really didn’t want to call my father back, not now, but it sounded urgent. So, sighing, I dialed his number.
“Maddy!” my father exclaimed upon answering on the first ring. “Where in the hell have you been? I was—”
“Dad,” I interrupted, keeping my voice low. “I can’t really talk for long, but what’s going on? Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just calling to tell you I tracked down those records from the pay phone at the bank here in town.”
“Oh? Ohhhh,” I said. “So what did you find out?”
I could hear paper rustling on the other end of the line, just as the engines of the Gulfstream whirred to life. “Dad, hurry,” I pressed.
“OK, OK, here it is…” More rustling papers, and then, “One forty-three second call to a cell phone number.