two years had done anything for her husband, it had been to ignite his already white-hot passion for the unpredictable.
Then, as she cradled her chin in her hands, she noticed something that didn’t please her.
“Is that for us?” she asked.
It was a helicopter. And it was headed straight for Maison du Noir.
“Don’t be pissed at me, Doc,” she heard from the ceiling-high doorway behind her.
She turned and there was John, dressed and ready to go.
“A helicopter from door to ski lift?” she asked with an arched look.
Her voice was drowned out as the A-Star B2 chopper whirred past the enormous window and landed on an open pad next to the vineyard.
“Would I do that to you?” John grinned.
It was the same sexy, funny, Cheshire cat grin that he knew melted her the minute he used it.
“As long as you’re happy,” she answered. And the truth was that she meant it. John had been through such torture in his life that the least she could do was let him enjoy this freedom.
“Just let me pack,” she said, smiling. “I assume you have the ski gear arranged.”
“The chopper’s packed with everything we need,” he dodged. “Top to tail.”
“Let me get my makeup and—”
He cut her off. “I said everything, and I meant everything. No need to get anything but your beautiful butt out the door.”
“The new toothpaste…?”
John rolled his eyes.
“My eye mask…”
John took her hand and guided her out of the room.
“Sunscreen! The glare on my skin from the snow is—”
“Am I going to have to cover you with kisses to get you to ferme that bouche ?” he laughed.
“Would that be so bad…” She giggled coyly.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that on the plane,” he answered. “Now move it, Sister!”
“Yes, sir!” Marlena smiled as she finally got into the spirit of things.
Wait a minute, did he say “plane”? she asked herself as they headed down the winding staircase.
***
The flight in the state-of-the-art helicopter was as smooth as the whipped cream on the Irish Coffees John and Marlena sipped as they flew over Lake Geneva.
Marlena couldn’t resist dipping her finger into the white froth, dabbing it on the tip of John’s nose, and then kissing it off.
John returned the gesture in kind.
Though being passionate was a bit awkward while wearing the headphones required in the helicopter, they were in sync and connected perfectly. This trip was starting off well for both of them.
“I think this is my favorite time of the day,” Marlena sighed as she looked out the window.
The sun was just setting, creating streaks of vibrant coral and peach across the deep blue of the winter sky. The vistas in front of them were dazzling. “I love seeing the lights flickering on as families are settling in for the evening,” she continued.
“We’ll be seeing that all the way to the Geneva airport,” John offered pointedly.
“You did say ‘plane,’ didn’t you,” she confirmed as she looked him square in the eye.
“When?” He shrugged as though he had no idea what she meant.
“Where are we skiing?” Marlena asked.
“We’ll be landing in five minutes,” the pilot interrupted through their headsets.
“Does it really matter as long as we’re together?” John answered.
Marlena was getting more curious by the second.
The helicopter set down at the private jet terminal of the Geneva airport, next to a Gulfstream V superjet.
“John?” was all Marlena could say.
“Nice, huh?” was all he answered.
As they boarded the plane, Marlena’s mind was spinning.
“Who are we traveling with?” she asked. It was a logical question since the “GV,” one of the fastest private jets in the world, could hold eighteen passengers.
“It’s just you and me,” he smiled.
“John…” she gasped.
“You’ve already said that,” he countered.
A strikingly handsome, uniformed flight attendant appeared from the back galley holding a silver tray with Dom Pérignon Rosé,
Then, as she cradled her chin in her hands, she noticed something that didn’t please her.
“Is that for us?” she asked.
It was a helicopter. And it was headed straight for Maison du Noir.
“Don’t be pissed at me, Doc,” she heard from the ceiling-high doorway behind her.
She turned and there was John, dressed and ready to go.
“A helicopter from door to ski lift?” she asked with an arched look.
Her voice was drowned out as the A-Star B2 chopper whirred past the enormous window and landed on an open pad next to the vineyard.
“Would I do that to you?” John grinned.
It was the same sexy, funny, Cheshire cat grin that he knew melted her the minute he used it.
“As long as you’re happy,” she answered. And the truth was that she meant it. John had been through such torture in his life that the least she could do was let him enjoy this freedom.
“Just let me pack,” she said, smiling. “I assume you have the ski gear arranged.”
“The chopper’s packed with everything we need,” he dodged. “Top to tail.”
“Let me get my makeup and—”
He cut her off. “I said everything, and I meant everything. No need to get anything but your beautiful butt out the door.”
“The new toothpaste…?”
John rolled his eyes.
“My eye mask…”
John took her hand and guided her out of the room.
“Sunscreen! The glare on my skin from the snow is—”
“Am I going to have to cover you with kisses to get you to ferme that bouche ?” he laughed.
“Would that be so bad…” She giggled coyly.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that on the plane,” he answered. “Now move it, Sister!”
“Yes, sir!” Marlena smiled as she finally got into the spirit of things.
Wait a minute, did he say “plane”? she asked herself as they headed down the winding staircase.
***
The flight in the state-of-the-art helicopter was as smooth as the whipped cream on the Irish Coffees John and Marlena sipped as they flew over Lake Geneva.
Marlena couldn’t resist dipping her finger into the white froth, dabbing it on the tip of John’s nose, and then kissing it off.
John returned the gesture in kind.
Though being passionate was a bit awkward while wearing the headphones required in the helicopter, they were in sync and connected perfectly. This trip was starting off well for both of them.
“I think this is my favorite time of the day,” Marlena sighed as she looked out the window.
The sun was just setting, creating streaks of vibrant coral and peach across the deep blue of the winter sky. The vistas in front of them were dazzling. “I love seeing the lights flickering on as families are settling in for the evening,” she continued.
“We’ll be seeing that all the way to the Geneva airport,” John offered pointedly.
“You did say ‘plane,’ didn’t you,” she confirmed as she looked him square in the eye.
“When?” He shrugged as though he had no idea what she meant.
“Where are we skiing?” Marlena asked.
“We’ll be landing in five minutes,” the pilot interrupted through their headsets.
“Does it really matter as long as we’re together?” John answered.
Marlena was getting more curious by the second.
The helicopter set down at the private jet terminal of the Geneva airport, next to a Gulfstream V superjet.
“John?” was all Marlena could say.
“Nice, huh?” was all he answered.
As they boarded the plane, Marlena’s mind was spinning.
“Who are we traveling with?” she asked. It was a logical question since the “GV,” one of the fastest private jets in the world, could hold eighteen passengers.
“It’s just you and me,” he smiled.
“John…” she gasped.
“You’ve already said that,” he countered.
A strikingly handsome, uniformed flight attendant appeared from the back galley holding a silver tray with Dom Pérignon Rosé,
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