believe him when he told his assistant to get the jet ready. I thought maybe he just meant to get us a flight to Vegas. I didn’t believe that Sean actually owned a jet. I’m still not convinced yet that he does. Maybe we’re just catching a ride on someone else’s small plane.
But an employee comes running out of the building. He opens my door and helps me out of the car.
“Mr. Burrows, your plane should be ready to depart in about twenty minutes. The crew is already here, going through all the usual safety checks and preparing the plane. Your assistant just arrived with your luggage. So, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to your luggage to ensure you have everything before you board,” the man says to Sean, both men ignoring me.
I hold on to my cat as I follow the men into the building and then into another room where there are at least half a dozen suitcases on the floor. My eyes widen at the sight of so many suitcases, but none of them are mine. Maybe the three bright pink ones are supposed to be mine, but I don’t own any suitcases like that.
“I’ll give you a few moments to make sure you have everything you need before the flight,” the man who still hasn’t introduced himself to me says before leaving.
“You can change if you want, or you can stay in pajamas and change later on the plane. It really doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you most comfortable,” Sean says.
“I’m not sure your assistant went to the right apartment. These aren’t my suitcases.”
Sean rolls his eyes and then bends down. He opens the first suitcase, and it mostly contains my clothes. “She probably just used some new bags because yours weren’t suitable.”
I frown as I walk over and start digging through the suitcase to find a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear. “My suitcases were perfectly fine,” I say angrily even though I know that’s not the truth.
I own one duffel bag that has a decent-sized hole in it, and that’s it. Nothing that even comes close to being called luggage by Sean’s standards. But I don’t want Sean to know that I have no money for things like suitcases.
I find some pants and shirts that aren’t mine. “Some of these clothes aren’t mine.”
Sean shrugs. “My assistant might have picked up some additional clothes for you to wear.”
I frown. “And why would she have done that? I thought this was going to be a short trip. Why do we need so many clothes?”
“I’m sure she just wanted to make sure you had plenty of options. Your regular clothes are fine.”
I stand up and walk to the door to go find a restroom to change in. I’m not changing in front of him right now with him bossing me around and thinking my things aren’t good enough.
“Watch my cat while I change,” I say as I leave, hoping that my cat is just still breathing when I return.
I change quickly, feeling much more normal when I’m wearing actual clothes instead of pajamas. Back in the room, I put my pajamas into the suitcase while Sean stares at me. It takes me a second to notice, but he’s cuddling my cat in his arms, gently stroking her head absentmindedly, while he stares at me. I walk over to him, giving him a small smile as I take the cat out of his arms.
“Well, I’m glad that at least Milo likes you.”
Sean smiles.
“Are you ready to board the plane?” the employee from earlier asks as he pokes his head into the room.
“Yes,” Sean says, looking over at me.
I nod slowly. Sean walks over and puts his hand on the small of my back, like I have found that he often does. He guides me out of the room and then out of the building to where I see a jet waiting for us.
I look from it and back to Sean. “Do you really own this plane?” I ask about the huge jet sitting in front of us.
Sean shrugs. “Yes, it’s really mine. It’s not a big deal. Really.”
Owning a jet is a big deal, I think.
Sean leads me up the stairs and onto the plane. When we get on, I realize just how much of a big deal it really is. The plane is bigger than my apartment. I stop in the doorway, unable to move, not sure if I can handle going on a