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and propping my elbows on the table. "I'm just not used to this, this ... "
    I gestured around me, my arm sweeping out over the plush carpet and great leather chairs and the priceless small squares of modern art dotting the limited wall space.
    "This," I said, finishing. "I forgot about this. Wasn't prepared for this. Was quite happy not realizing this would be a part of what we have."
    "But this," he said, leaning forward and placing his own elbows on either side of the plate. "This is a small part of what I do. This is not a thing that is a part of my life. I chose this because I wanted this trip, the beginning of our life together, to be a special thing."
    "It is, Mikalo. It's amazing. It is special, even without this private jet-thing. I'm just a little speechless, I think."
    "It was not an expected thing, yes?"
    I smiled.
    "Yes," I agreed. "It was not an expected thing. It was a huge surprise."
    He smiled, his eyes dancing.
    "Ah," he said with a grin, "so I gave you a big surprise!"
    I nodded with a smile.
    "Absolutely."
    He grinned and then spoke.
    "But will not be our life, my Grace. The Mikalo ... is this Mikalo Number one?"
    Another smile from me followed by a brief nod. And then a light laugh.
    "Yes, Mikalo Number One."
    "This Mikalo Number One will be the Mikalo you met and liked and fell in love with."
    He stood and then, sitting next to me, slid close, his arm me as he hugged me.
    "This Mikalo Number Two, he also will be a lot like the Mikalo, the Number One, who loves to kiss you, who loves the smell of your hair, who aches to kiss the little dip in your brows when you worry, and cannot keep his hands off your beautiful body."
    His lips were near my cheek now, his breath warm against my skin.
    "This Mikalo, both of these Mikalos, are the Mikalo who would never imagine a life without you. And that is why this Mikalo ... or any Mikalo you wish ... is going to make you his wife.
    "This is good, yes?" he then asked, resting his forehead against my hair.
    "It's good," I said.
    "Very good?"
    I smiled.
    "Okay, very good."
    "How good?" he said, teasing me.
    I turned my face toward him. My lips found his, the briefest of kisses running through me like a shock, my fingers, my toes, every inch of my skin suddenly alive with my love for him.
    "The best, Mikalo Number One," I said, my lips close to his. "The best."
    He stood, pulling me with him.
    "Come," he then said, taking my hand as we walked through the dark cabin toward the back.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Toward the back behind a slender door that opened with the touch of a small button, the wood sliding with the quietest of whispers, waited a room.
    A relatively small space, the same shades of honey and caramel found in the cabin, slender strips of chrome and silver running along the walls and skirting the edge of the carpeted floor. And around a small corner waited a surprisingly generous bathroom with a shower bracketed by soft white robes hanging from chrome hooks.
    There was a bed in this room at the back, of course. One big enough for two, night stands on either side, the generously sized mattress covered in sleek cotton and a soft duvet, a plush mountain of pillows capping off the top.
    The earth thousands of miles below us, this jet barreling through the night sky toward Greece, and this is what I see when I walk through the door.
    Sumptuous, quietly luxurious perfection.
    He had guided me, Mikalo, my hand in his as we entered.
    He had turned and locked the door, Mikalo, his eyes on mine as he pulled me close.
    And now he laid beneath me, naked, his skin soft in the glow of the sconces on the wall, as I lowered myself, his hardness filling me, stealing my breath, his hands on my breasts, his fingers slowly, gently pinching my nipples before falling to grip my hips, holding me steady as he moved his hips, pushing deeper.
    I looked down, watching him.
    His eyes now closed, his lips parted. The muscles of his chest and shoulders, his biceps, flexing as he