My eyes flicker open with the plane in near darkness and the soft tones of the captain dispersing through the speakers.
“We’re just crossing over Texas. Local time is 3am, temperature is 100 Fahrenheit. We’re on time and we have another three hours approximately to go to LAX.” I lose focus as his words trail into meaningless chatter about the weather.
Looking back, I see almost the whole of first class asleep, the cabin crew, idly chatting at one end of the aircraft and a couple of reading lights left on. But apart from that, it’s quiet. Just the sound of the air conditioning and the plane making its way to California.
Mike is waking up too, one eyelid lifts open as he lifts his stubbled cheeks against my shoulder and nuzzles my face. He had to catch as many hours as he could before the big meeting tomorrow with the Hollywood execs but it was proving difficult for both of us.
He’s in his casual suit, black shirt, crisp black pants, a beautiful silver watch, a Patek strapped to his wrist. He’s honestly delicious and it’s making it difficult to think of anything else. My husband looks very sexy, as much as it pains me to concede it, when he wanted to he knew how to sharpen up, he knew exactly how to keep a girl on her toes.