How to Resist Prince Charming(42)

“Good afternoon, sir,” the voice from the speakers answered. “This is Captain Wesley. I just wanted to welcome you aboard and let you know we’ll be taking off now.”

“Thank you,” Braxton answered, glancing down at Lenna as he spoke.

“If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to call,” Captain Wesley informed them.

“Thanks,” Braxton repeated. “Will do.”

“Have a pleasant flight, sir,” the captain added and then signed off.

Braxton and Lenna stared at each other for a moment. Then they broke into simultaneous bouts of laughter. Lenna buried her face in his shoulder and couldn’t stop shaking; tears of mirth filled her eyes.

“He scared the crap out of me,” Braxton managed to say between chuckles as he sat back on his haunches and held his stomach.

“You?” Lenna sputtered. She sat up and wiped her eyes. “I just about peed my pants. It sounded like the guy was right here in the room with us.”

Around them, the walls hummed and vibrated as the engines started. Braxton tucked a piece of hair behind Lenna’s ear. Lenna met his eyes and realized he’d grown serious.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Lenna shifted slightly as the plane began to move—probably rolling down the runway—and touched his face. “Why?”

“I thought everything would be more romantic than this.”

Glancing about the room, Lenna took in the fanciest arrangement she’d ever seen: wood-paneled walls, velvet-plush carpet, top of the line decor. There were even roses in a vase on top of the dresser.

She turned back to Braxton. “Are you kidding me? I’m in a private jet, getting ready to go on a mysterious weekend getaway with a devastatingly handsome man. God, Braxton, I can’t stop smiling because I’m having the time of my life. Trust me, it doesn’t get any more romantic than this.”

He smiled softly. “I want it to be perfect for you.”

“It is,” she assured him, then grinned and pushed him back onto the mattress. As she crawled over him and straddled his hips, she gazed into his solemn eyes. “You know, I always thought if I were to ever join the mile high club, it’d be in a cramped third-class bathroom with some impatient passenger needing to pee pounding on the door.”

She leaned down and nipped at his lips, then teasingly pulled away before giving him a full kiss.

But Braxton caught her face and tugged her back.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered and crushed his mouth to hers.



Braxton couldn’t say how long the flight lasted. He was too wrapped up in Lenna to notice.

They never left the bed. Well, he did once to fetch them a snack of cheese and crackers and a bottle of wine. Then there were a few bathroom trips, but they always seemed to find their way back to the silk sheets.

The captain came onto the speaker yet again before they landed, to inform them they were thirty minutes from their destination. As they dressed, Braxton cleared his throat and glanced toward Lenna.

She sat at a vanity, staring at her reflection as she brushed her hair. He had never seen a more beautiful sight. He sat on the edge of the bed behind her so he could see both her elegant back and the reflection of her face in the mirror. Double perfection.

“Your father’s mentioned you took a few French classes in school.”

Lenna paused in her brush strokes and met his gaze in the mirror. She was never comfortable when Tom’s name came up. Braxton wondered if he should’ve even said the words, “your father.” He didn’t want anything to ruin the next few days.

But Lenna merely sent him a curious look. “That’s right. It was my minor.”

He straightened. “Really? So, you’re pretty fluent then?”

“I’m decent.” She shrugged. “I’m better at French than I am Spanish.”

“You know Spanish too?” Braxton’s mouth fell open. “Wow.”

“Some. I’m trying to learn a little Italian as well.” She blushed. “I actually wanted to be a linguist once. But it took so much work to learn French that...” She let her words die off, not finishing the response.

“You decided public relations was more the thing for you,” Braxton completed the sentence for her.

“I don’t know.” Lenna’s smile fell. She set the brush down and turned to face him. “I really have no idea what I want to do. It’s just that...the spoken word is so fascinating to me. I love learning about the history of each language, how it was formed, and how it differs from the others. I love trying to figure out how to say something another way. It’s like a puzzle.”

“Sounds like you should be a translator,” Braxton said, feeling as if he were meeting her for the first time. But, man, he loved discovering new facets about this woman.

Lenna, however, didn’t look so thrilled. “No, the only language I’m passable at speaking is French, and I’m probably not translator quality. I mean, I could get through a conversation with a Frenchman, no problem, but there’s still so much I don’t know.”

She sighed. “Sure, I’d love to do something like that. But a translator? I just don’t think I could.” Then she groaned and closed her eyes. “I don’t know.”