"Does that mean you're going to tell me where we're going?"
"That's a surprise." His eyes twinkled and I just leaned back in the car, looked out the window, and watched buildings zoom by.
We pulled up to a lot and I glanced out the window to see a sleek, white private jet. I looked at him and he just smirked.
"I think you can handle this."
"But I can't." My palms were already sweating and I was trying real hard to stop my knees from shaking. Helicopters, jets, it didn't matter--heights were heights and I was going to start serious freaking out.
"You did it before, you can do it again." My door opened and I rocked slightly back and forth. "Trust me?"
The question lingered in the air. I've known him for ten years. When we first started to chat, I just remember the butterflies I would get in my stomach. How could someone you barely know make you feel this way? He would send me messages every morning and when I found out that I was hired at my job, there were roses waiting for me. In fact, with every celebration, he somehow managed to send me a gift. I guess that could have been a clue to the millions to billions of dollars that he had, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was stuck on the fact that a man seemed to always have me in his thoughts. Although he never told me those three little words, he made sure I felt it.
"Yes, I trust you." A calm washed over me, along with a new determination to brave this out for Blake.
We were off. We walked hand-in-hand to the jet. I put on my seatbelt and grabbed a hold of the luxurious seat. I tried to not look around too much, but the elegant decor and modern finishings on it kept catching my attention. I knew I was playing with fate flying again in this piece of heavy machinery, disrespecting gravity. But with every rub Blake circled on my back, I calmed down a little bit more. That was one of the things I loved about him the most: the way he knew exactly how to calm me down.
"At least look out so you can see the views."
"If I wanted to see pretty views, I'd Google them," I joked, but I took him up on his offer and glanced out the small window.
After landing, I ran out of the helicopter and fell to my knees on the ground.
"We landed fine. We are okay." Blake laughed as he saw me put my cheek against the ground.
"It's a miracle." I was being dramatic and I knew it, but heights had that effect on me. "Just promise me that on the ride back, you give me something strong that'll knock me out."
"Fine," he laughed. "Now come on, the car is waiting."
Chapter 9
The car pulled up to the destination, and I couldn't believe it. I looked over at Blake and he was just smiling. How could he be so calm and make plans like this so easily? I guess it came with the money.
"Are you excited?" His grin showed that he really was pleased with the effort he put into this surprise.
"I'm... speechless."
"Considering we did ten years of strictly talking, that's saying a lot," he joked, and I playfully hit him on the arm.
"It's so beautiful here." I was still looking out the window. The crisp air hit me and I breathed it in deeply. It was so refreshing. The driver made his way to my door and I locked it before he could open it.
"I thought you were excited."
"Blake!" I looked at him wild-eyed. "I don't have the right clothes for this weather."
He was silent for a second. Suddenly, he erupted with laughter.
"Don't worry, I have everything covered." His door opened and the driver was on the other side.
"How could you-" possibly know my size? I wanted to ask, but stopped myself. I just nodded my head knowingly. Blake has this way about him where he's in control of all things at all times. Of course he'd know everything about me.
It took a while for my shoes to get used to the snow of Colorado. I didn't want to slip and fall but it was so gorgeous out here that I could hardly pay attention to my steps.
We were walking up to the largest log cabin I'd ever seen in my life. Even though it was set in the middle of nature, it exuded luxury. It looked like one of those houses you'd see on one of those reality TV shows. You know, the ones where you're not really paying attention to the people on the screen because you're too busy looking at the furniture and the decor. When I told him that joke, he seriously nodded his head and said maybe he should rent it out to some networks. I started to laugh but when I saw the color of his eyes, I knew he was serious. Can't blame him for wanting to make a little bit more money off of this place. The high ceilings, the decadent furniture, and the huge fireplace alone made you think that you were on the set of some cheesy soap opera.
"This place..." I looked around. "This place is so breathtaking."
"Yes. Now let me guide you to your room."
"My room?" I asked, confused. "Aren't I staying in your room?"
"Of course. That goes without saying. But I know how you women get. You want to come in, take a bath, eat something light, and maybe a little nap. I just thought it would be nice for you to have the option of having your own space."