Capri's Fate by Daryl Devore Page B

on the right side or the much more panoramic left side of the plane."
    "What can you see out those windows you can't see out these?" She nodded her head at the window behind her.
    He pointed across the aisle. "On that side of the plane, you see a lovely rain splashed wilderness, highlighted with occasional flashes of lightning."
    She twisted around to look out the small window opening. "Then what's out there?"
    "You don't want to know."
    Capri turned, knelt on the couch and plastered her face against the glass. "It's the same view." She shifted and plopped back onto her seat and tried to tuck some stray hair back in line. "And…I'd just like to get my hair washed. Maybe have supper." She swallowed a mouthful of wine. "Other than peanuts and pretzels. And I know that makes me sound whiney. Which I'm not really. I'm just so tired."
    "I'll wash your hair and we do have supper stored in the galley."
    "Excuse me? Jet lag seems to have screwed up my hearing."
    "Your company hired me to be your go-to-guy. You know, pilot, chauffer, and body guard. I guess I can slip in hairdresser and chef too." And lover. I'd really like to add lover to the list. To taste this wine on your lips, I imagine it's better than ambrosia.
    Capri peered over the top of her wine glass. She raised her right eyebrow. "Body guard?"
    Thall blinked. "Your company thought that some of the places might not be safe. Especially for a lone woman. Kidnappers. A rich white business woman makes a pretty tempting target." Hell, I'd kidnap you, but wouldn't demand a ransom. I'd have no intentions of giving you back.
    He popped the cork on another bottle of wine, filled both glasses, set the bottle on the table then ripped open a bag of peanuts and poured them into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing them, he stood. "Let me see what's here for dinner. Then after dinner, we can do you."
    "Pardon?" Capri held her glass by her mouth.
    "Do your hair. Jeez, what'd you think I meant?" He chuckled as he rose and walked to the galley.
    To silence the rumblings of her stomach, Capri picked up a bag of pretzels and pulled it open.
    "We have Beef bourg…bourgui…what?" His voice drifted from around the divider
    "Bourguignon. It's French. Beef cooked in red wine. Usually served with noodles. I love it." She lowered her feet to the carpet and padded to the plane's kitchen.
    "And we have sea scallops cooked in a white wine sauce. Okay, I'll have that."
    "Sounds yummy."
    Thall spun and bounced into Capri. Her breasts squished against his chest. "Tight quarters."
    "I came to help." Her breasts dragged across his chest as she squeezed past him.
    The sensation peaked Thall's body temperature and he felt a light sheen of moisture on his brow. He removed it with a quick swipe of his sleeve.
    Capri opened and closed a couple of drawers. "I've never been in a galley on a plane before. It's always a no-man's land on a plane. The flight attendants protect their domain."
    "That's because they don't want you to know where they store the booze." He pulled open a door revealing shelves filled with small bottles of liquor and large bottles of red and white wine.
    Capri raised her eyebrows and smiled then pulled out a bottle of white wine and read the label. "2008 Didier Dagueneau Silex. Sounds expensively delicious. But alas, I'm having beef, and this isn't chilled. It will have to wait." She reached for a red wine. "A burgundy might be good. Gevrey-Chambertin. Well I'll give this a try." She turned.
    "For side dishes there's saffron rice and asparagus tips. Why not the whole asparagus?" He shifted.
    In the tight space, they stood squeezed against each other. Neither moved. Heat seemed to pour out of her and flood his body. His head swam with a need to embrace her. Pictures of her wrapping her legs around him and abandoning herself to his desires filled his mind. "Not a lot of space here."
    "No." She smiled and blinked. "And it's only the asparagus tips because tits are the best part."
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