Silver Currents of Change

Chapter 28

At JFK getting ready to leave, Zarah—already on the jet, was worried. The fairy tale was over now and everything was real. It was time for them to find out if what they had was just a fling, or if it might be a lot more. They already called and said goodbye to Joshua. With a recommendation from Harvey Wilson, one of WPI's first interns was starting a new job in two weeks, at NYC Attorney-and-Law magazine.

As the jet's only other passenger boarded, the flight attendants stationed themselves in their compartment near the front, where they'd been instructed to stay until called for assistance. They didn't know it was because the other passenger, the jet's owner, wanted the trip home from New York to be a lot different from the ride up.

The two occupants of the elegant and spacious cabin were sitting side-by-side. All settled in, they were enjoying a peaceful takeoff when Zarah thought of a question she was dying to ask. "Now that we've left Oz," she said, "I need you to tell me the truth." When he looked at her, she looked away. "I have to know. The truth. Is this just sex, is it love, or is it some 'Jungle Fever' lust kinda thing we have? Because I really need to know before we get back to Jackson." The biggest question on her mind was, "Could this wonderful man who happens to be a white billionaire really be interested in me ... seriously? Or is this something else? Something a lot less 'savory' than what it seems to be?"

After asking if she was kidding, Harvey unbuckled her seat belt, pulled her up from her seat, and helped her get on his lap, facing him. He said he had to look directly into the eyes of the young beauty who now owned his heart. She was wearing a blue denim mini skirt and a matching jacket, with a white lace T-shirt underneath. After she straddled him, he promptly began helping her out of her jacket. When her short skirt began inching up her thighs, he pushed her hands away when she tried to pull it back down. Then, starting at her ankles, he slowly caressed her legs, not stopping until he reached the top of her thighs. "I have a very big ... appetite, as you should know by now. But, before we slept together, we were together for months, enjoying getting to know each other. So you should already know what we have is not just about sex. Sex? For us. Is just a wonderful and perfect ... bonus." He seemed to thoroughly enjoy touching her in unmentionable places, and when she inhaled and threw her head back before exhaling, he pulled her close, kissed her, and then slid a large hand underneath her lace T-shirt. "Hey," he said. "You're not wearing a bra."

"Surprised?"

"Yeah, but in a good way."

She laughed when he put his hand underneath her skirt, again. Finally catching her breath, she said, "That tickles."

"I'm just checking. I wanted to see if you forgot the rest of your undergarments."

"Well ... did I?"

"No, but I know how to fix that." He stood up with his arms tightly around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his back, and then crossed her legs at her ankles. They were kissing slowly, deeply, and passionately, and when she uncrossed her ankles, he allowed her feet to touch the floor. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her along toward the back of the jet. "I think it's time," he said, "for my new girlfriend to get the grand tour of my mighty jet."

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As soon as she heard the words "new girlfriend," who Harvey Wilson was and everything that was happening between them suddenly overwhelmed her. The idea of being his girlfriend was a lot for her to come to terms with. It felt good hearing him say it, and she was glad to know that was how he saw them, but it was almost too much. It forced her to admit she was hopelessly in love. It forced her to admit it was time for her to start thinking about all it meant to be the girlfriend of a billionaire. A man so rich, there was nothing he could want that he couldn't have. Being with him, in Mississippi, so many questions kept coming into her mind. She knew she was in love, and she knew, no matter what, she was committed to following her heart. But she still had a lot of questions.