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had a feeling Mom wasn’t her biggest fan already and
that would just fuel the fire, so I kept her in the dark and
managed a, ‘You’re right’.
    I could tell she felt better after
getting the planning stuff issue off her chest and I felt better
now that there wasn’t a cloud of awkwardness hanging over our lunch
date. But there were other things in the back of my mind that kept
me from completely relaxing, completely letting go as she started
talking about all the stores we could go to and look for dresses to
suit any wedding.
    I’d talked to Megan and now my
mother. I had to stop putting it off and talk to the one person
that really mattered.
    Jacob.

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    Wear the little black dress, no bra,
panties in your purse.
    I didn’t ask any questions, like why
I was cramming a pair of underwear in between my cell and wallet. I
was just elated that he was back--and had something
planned.
    I couldn’t help but be a little
annoyed when I saw how busy the private terminal was. I thought his
late arrival would buy a little privacy. A little time.
     
    Maybe Megan was right about the rose
colored glasses, I scolded myself. The bustle was nonexistent
compared to the regular terminal. I had nothing to complain about
but I still found myself staring at each attendant, forcing away
the annoyance in favor of a bright smile. Whatever Jacob had
planned was sure to break all kinds of rules and I figured niceness
would make the awkwardness easier to swallow if they walked in on
something.
    It could be all in your head
after all. He hadn’t promised me anything. He could be testing
me, pushing me and making me squirm until we got home and we could
make up for what I was sure was the longest week of my
life.
    Without Jacob things didn’t feel
right, I knew he was in London on business and I could tell how
anxious he was to come home to me, but that didn’t make our bed any
less lonely. And even though I knew he would be deplaning any
minute now, it didn’t make my anxiety level relax. I wouldn’t relax
until I could touch him. Until my hands could travel down his
lapel, to his belt buckle--
    I blinked, heat making every part of
me hot and bothered. I was all but panting, clawing my clothes off
so he could see what he did to me. Just how ready I was.
    An older man was staring at me
strangely, almost like he could see right through my clothes; see
the gears turning in my head, so I looked away before I could blush
and confirm his suspicions.
    When I saw a familiar face, the
sides of my mouth stretched up a few inches. The glow of
recognition colored her pale features and she returned the smile,
moving in my direction.
    She extended her hand. “Miss
Montgomery!”
    I shook it heartily with a laugh.
“Leila.” The ‘Miss Montgomery’ stuff was awkward as her handing
over the envelope when we met. The envelope that contained concise
then ridiculous instructions.
    Remove your bra and panties prior to
boarding.
    Funny, now I’d gladly remove that
and more.
    I shushed the overly horny part of
me and tried to focus on what Maggie was saying.
    “...and I guess congratulations are
in order!”
    I shifted my weight with an
uncomfortable chuckle. “Thank you.” Uncomfortable was modest.
Suddenly very un-exciting parts of me were wet--like my palms,
sticky with sweat. I was gritting my teeth behind my lips because I
knew what question would come next.
    “How are the wedding plans coming
along?” She didn’t wait for a response. “I”m sure you have
something beautiful and extravagant planned.” She leaned in,
bringing an air of perfume and a new wave of queasiness rocking
through me.
    “Between you and me, I knew that
you two would end up together. Your chemistry was off the
charts.”
    The blush had nowhere else to go. I
was red all over and I opened my mouth and breathed a sigh of
relief when I saw Jacob coming through the sliding doors. She
followed my line of sight and something about good to see me or
privacy or good luck