We pulled up to the airport and onto a back runway. The driver hopped out and over to my door. Opening it offering me his hand.
I grabbed his hand and slipped out. "Thank you." He smiled and nodded
Mr. Dalton walked around the SUV, his phone in his hand typing. He walked over to me, placing it in his pocket. We walked over to the stair case two men had been pushed to the planes door. He looked at me and smiled, putting his hand on the small of my back. I stepped up onto the stairs, very aware of the heels I was wearing trying not to fall. Having his hand on my back made my cheeks blush slightly. I kept moving forward, hoping he hadn’t noticed. We walked in to the spacious plane. It had a long leather couch on the right side, next to two chairs between a small table. On the other si
