remove his suit coat then
feels it put over her shoulders. Her years of training betray her and her gaze wanders
towards his face. With all of her strength, Zara slowly drags her eyes back down
his body until they find their way to where they belong on the steps ahead of
her.
“Zara, this is the first step of you experiencing life on
your own terms. Please… trust me.”
Chapter 3
Inside the plane, it is impossible for Zara to continue
looking at the ground. When her heels hit the plush carpet, he wraps his arms
around her to prevent her from falling. She leans into his chest taking in the
interior of the plane.
“Wow,” Zara exclaims in awe, stiffening as the word comes
out.
“I was wondering what it would take to get you to start
talking. Unfortunately, the plane is my dad’s corporate plane but now you have given
me a goal.”
He chuckles as he walks her past four seats grouped
together. Through a doorway, he points to the first set of seats on the
right-hand side. They are nothing like the group of seats located at the plane’s
entrance. In this section, they are three times wider and covered in caramel colored
leather. There is also a long couch of the same caramel leather accented with a
coffee table. Opposite the couch are two more deluxe seats. Beyond the couch is
a closed door.
Zara slips into the closest of the plush seats. She watches in
wonder as he gathers her dress and tucks it around her as much as he can. Inhaling
his scent, she is reminded of sun-touched water just as a summer breeze blows
by. It is the smell of happiness playing in water.
A seatbelt is snapped in place and pulled to a snug fit.
Zara feels him staring at her before he steps back.
Although there is a seat next to hers, he sits in one
directly across from her. With a sigh, Zara returns her eyes to the carpet in
front of her. Now is not the time for her to continue her exploration of the
plane. With him seated across from her, Zara must remember her training and
keep her eyes cast down.
Zara tenses at a small jolt as the plane begins to move. She
can feel him watching her and senses her best efforts to mask her fear may not be
enough.
“Little One, is this the first time you have flown?”
Keeping her eyes on the puffiness of her dress, Zara nods
with the slightest response.
“Zara, please look at me.”
Zara’s body stiffens at the request. Slowly raising her eyes
off her dress, they move up his body. Her gaze travels up his stomach to his
chest. Without his suit coat, she gets to examine the body that she was just
leaning against as they entered the plane. Her heart begins racing with the
anticipation of looking into his eyes once more as she catalogs every inch of
him for future analysis.
In the ceremonial hall, his eyes were light brown, but in
this light they appear brown with flecks of green. His brown hair is still
slicked back but she sees evidence that he has run his hands through it since
they stood in the circle together.
Finding him smiling at her has an unexpected effect on her
body. The shivers that she felt when he touched her hand to help her stand and
when his hand found its way to the small of her back are small compared to the
body shivers she gets looking into his eyes now.
He leans forward, resting his hands on his knees. He is close
enough to touch her dress if he extended his fingers. She keeps staring into
his eyes, becoming lost for the first time in her entire life.
A blush infuses her cheeks as Zara rips her eyes from his
and returns them to her dress. Taking a steadying breath, she allows her eyes
to take the journey once more up his body to his face. As she reaches his smile,
the plane lifts off the ground and with a gasp, Zara grips the seat’s armrests.
“Zara, breathe. Little One, this is the beginning of a
wonderful adventure for you. I told you in the Circle that I am going to take
care of you, and that includes ensuring that you arrive at our destination
safely.”
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