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the plane gets off the ground, the tighter Zara’s
hold becomes. Thoughts of her mother’s extreme fear of flying flood Zara’s mind.
    Calmly, he begins to speak at a volume she has to strain to
hear.
    “John. John Garrett.”
    The brilliant smile that spreads across his face makes Zara
instantly forget the fact that she could crash to the ground and die at any
second. The smile is not the tight-lipped one he flashed at her earlier. It is
a smile that would make his cheeks hurt if it went on too long. It is a smile
that Zara feels all the way to her toes.
    “If the ceremony would have been completed tonight, you
would be wearing my collar. I would be your Dom. Your husband. But you are not
wearing my collar. Therefore, the tradition of calling me Dom or Sir does not
fit our situation. My name is John Garrett Dawson. In the world, I am known as
John but my family and very close friends all call me Garrett. I would like you
to call me Garrett.”
    Focusing on the crystals in the skirt of her dress, Zara
gives the slightest nod.
    “Little One, I would like you to look at me. You have
beautiful eyes and I would like to spend some time looking in them. Please.”
    Wide-eyed, Zara looks in his eyes. Tilting his head, he
watches her eyes move from his eyes to his lips. Zara blushes again as she sees
his knowing smile spread wider across his face. Not wanting to disappoint him,
she locks onto his stare.
    “That is so much better. We need to–”
    A loud bell interrupts his sentence and startles Zara. Looking
around, it hits her again that she is in an airplane. Once more, panic hits and
Zara white knuckles the arms of her seat.
    Garrett unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to the seat next to
her, speaking softly. “That is the all clear sound from the pilot. No need to
worry. It notifies us that we are able to move around the plane.”
    Lifting his hand to cover hers, he gently works to loosen
her grip on the arms of the seat. “Zara, I need for you to trust me. I take
your safety very seriously and I would not put you in any danger. I have flown
hundreds of times and have never had one problem. Please, trust me.”
    He releases her hand to unbuckle her seatbelt. Standing, he
extends his hand and waits for Zara to accept it. Hesitantly, she slides her
hand into his and allows him to assist her up. Trembling, she cautiously steps to
the back of the plane.
    He opens the door to reveal a full-sized bedroom. Walking
through the threshold, he gently tugs Zara inside. The trembling becomes
full-body shaking. With eyes the size of saucers, Zara stares at the bed.
    “Zara, take a deep breath,” he says with a firmness that she
had not yet experienced. “Do. It. Now.”
    Looking at the ground directly in front of her, Zara takes a
deep breath. The command re-centers her, bringing back all the years of
training. Two more deep breaths and Zara feels a calm settle inside.
    “Yes, breathe, Little One. No need to worry, this is not our
time,” he says in a much softer tone.
    Taking Zara’s other hand into his, he watches as she again
attempts a deep breath. With her hands squeezed lightly, Zara looks up to find
warmth in his eyes.
    A small smile crosses his face as his eyes slowly travel the
length of her body. Casually, his eyes rejoin hers and Zara feels a new type of
heat come up from her belly to spread over her entire body. A tremble reveals
the calm she felt a moment ago has been replaced with an entirely different
nervousness.
    “Although you look lovely, I would like for you to get out of
this dress,” he states while maintaining the hold on both of Zara’s hands as
she tries to pull away.
    “Through that door is a bathroom with a shower. I am sorry
there is no bathtub. I would very much like for you to take a relaxing shower. You
will find an outfit has been placed in the bottom drawer of the cabinet for
you. I will be out on the couch if you need anything. If you wish to lie down following
your shower, please do so. I