Chapter 8 – Candy
I’d never flown on a private plane before. I was dazzled by the soft, pearl colored, leather seats, and the real wood accents. The entire airplane felt luxurious.
The door was closed, and we were preparing to take off when Vlad introduced us to Michael, the tall, beautiful black man from the restaurant was wearing baggy shorts. He looked so strong, his shirt was stretched by the size of his chest and arms. He wasn’t as beautiful as Vlad, but still he made me tingle.
After we took off, Doug turned to me and just said, “The restaurant.”
We were facing backward; the small, elegant table that had been in front of us was folded up for takeoff. It could be brought down between us and the passengers we were facing - Michael and Vlad. I turned my head, as though looking forwa
