Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (22 page)

“Oh my, where does the time go? It’s a quarter to five!”

“Is it really?” he asks, shocked.

“Uh huh!”

“You must be so hungry, Lex, what would you like to do? Have an early dinner?”

“I’m okay actually, I can wait a little longer to have dinner at a more normal time, if you can?”

“Sure I can… in fact, I have a great idea – why don’t we get take out delivered and I’ll take you somewhere special?”

“Ooh, like where?” I ask, intrigued.

“Just a little place I know that I think you’ll like.”

“I’ll leave that to you, then. Sounds good.”

I’m curious as to what he has in mind but whatever it is, I’m excited, I mean – the guy broached the porn subject with me and made me enjoy it – I’m sure I’m going to like any other surprises he conjures up.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SATURDAY 4
TH
APRIL CONT.

He drives us in his car, a very smart, black Range Rover, for just over thirty-five minutes, chatting comfortably with me all the way. It isn’t until we begin to follow signs leading us into the security area, that I realise he’s taken me to Van Nuys Airport.

“Um… are you planning on taking me somewhere?”

He laughs, turning to look at me with one hand sexily on the wheel, the other reaching over to my thigh.

The deep early-evening sun creates a warm glow on his face, shining right through his sunglasses so I can see his blue eyes sparkle. “I’m not planning on flying you anywhere, no. I just thought it might be fun to come to the hangar, as we’ve been hanging out at your office today.”

“You know, Seb – I’d
love
to see the hangar, the only flights of yours I’ve been on from Van Nuys, have been ones I have driven up to.”

“Exactly, but while inside the hangar might be slightly interesting for you, what I really had in mind, was the new jet – the interior has been finished and I’m pretty excited about it. Wanna see?”

The guy can be so confusing. He’s open talking about himself and his job one minute, and then the next; he clams up and refuses to speak. It’s like we can only talk about him if
he
instigates it. He’s a conundrum. But right now, we’re allowed to talk about him – so I’m going to make the most of it, because I really am delighted to be here.

“Oh wow! That sounds great, thank you Sebastian.”

“You’re welcome,
Alexia
.”

“You know, you can emphasise my full name because I use yours, all you like – but you forget that I actually like you calling me by my full name, so it makes no difference to me.”

“Well, I don’t have anything against you calling me ‘Sebastian’, I just enjoy the moments when you feel you can be slightly less formal with me.”

“Using your full name doesn’t mean I’m being formal, it means I’m calling you by the name your parents gave you.”

He doesn’t respond, and my psychoanalysis of this could be completely unnecessary as - justifiably, we have been stopping to talk with security guards all the way over to the parking lot. He is probably just preoccupied.

Having pulled into the CEO spot out front, Seb walks me through the entrance, signing me in as and where necessary.

We walk into a section of offices before passing through a high security area, and into a large lounge area of the hangar. It is beautifully decorated and extremely exclusive. The dim, sexy lighting creates a relaxing ambience that I would very much appreciate, should I be waiting here for companions to arrive before travel.

He grips my hand and leads me towards a partition made of what appears to be glass panels, fronted with small, well-tendered trees. As we pass through a cleverly disguised opening in the attractive wall, what’s beyond suddenly becomes clearly visible.

He continues to hold my hand and walk through the huge, clean space, dark - save for a couple of aircraft with bright spotlights focusing on them as small teams dressed in overalls work around them.

The main hangar doors are open to the dimming evening, the reflection of the setting sun melting across the airport tarmac outside. There are a few aircraft parked up out there, too.

“Wow, Seb – you have a lot of jets.”

“We do, the other jets are at our alternative hangars around the States – but this is our main base.”

“So which one is the new one?” I ask, looking around at the impressive space, my sandals clicking on the shiny white floor.

“It’s that big baby over there,” he points to a larger aircraft at the far end of the hangar.

As we pass the other, smaller illuminated aircraft, Seb greets the staff working but doesn’t get into any lengthy conversations. The jet we’re heading to suddenly becomes lit, someone with controls somewhere is clearly watching to see where we are going.

“Wow, Seb, it’s a good looking jet.”

“It is isn’t it? It’s my new toy.”

“Have you flown it yet?”

“Yes, but it needed a little updating inside and I haven’t flown it since that was finished. I told Tilly I’d take her for a spin when it’s ready.”

“Oh yes, I remember, when we had dinner at ‘Gorge’?”

“That’s right.”

“She’ll enjoy that, will you really?”

“Of course! It’s not a big deal. As soon as I have an empty leg, I’ll be in touch.”

As we approach the elegant white jet, the fine grey accents complementing it perfectly, Sebastian leads me to its steps and holds out his arm for me to lead the way.

There are only a few steps built into the aircraft door, so my journey into the jet takes a couple of seconds, and when I enter, I smile at the grandeur of it all. It’s not a way I would choose to travel on a regular basis because it’s wholly unnecessary to spend that much money when one doesn’t need to, but it’s definitely a luxury worth experiencing at least once in your life, if at all possible.

I haven’t flown on a jet quite as luxurious as this one before, the small aircraft I have encountered have been pleasant but cramped, and I recall wondering why we couldn’t have spent a little less and travelled in upper on a passenger jet – but I do realise why, for business, sometimes it’s cheaper and much more convenient to travel privately.

This aircraft seems more for enjoyment than business, and that’s not something we would hire it for, unless Dad suddenly felt like throwing caution to the wind and having the family travel together for a vacation. That hasn’t happened yet.

The soft carpet is the first thing to catch my attention, clearly brand new and smelling divine, its greyish brown colour with light wiggly feature stripes running along it make it stand out a mile from the average, overly-worn, heavy duty passenger jet carpet with old gum and dirt walked into it.

The feature wood within the large cabin is an extremely high gloss dark wood, it might even be coated with some sort of acrylic or something as it’s so incredibly shiny. Further down the aircraft, past this panelled aisle, I can see that the main aircraft walls and seats are a coordinating beige/white, blending impeccably with those wobbly lines in the carpet.

“This,” Seb says from behind me, pointing to our left and into the cockpit, “is my domain, we’ll come back to that if you want to. In front is a separate private area.” He shuffles around me so that he can guide me through the jet. I look into the private area, a fully walled cabin with its own door, containing one leather seat and a TV screen, presumably for someone needing to work or have time alone.

“There’s a bathroom right here,” he says, pointing to a door opposite the private area on our right, and he moves forwards into an impressive kitchenette. It could be that of a small apartment with beautiful brown granite-style countertops and stainless steel appliances.

“And then we’re into the main cabin area, here.” I walk in behind him and he steps to the side in the spacious area, giving me full view of the deluxe cabin. It’s bright and airy and extremely indulgent.

“It’s fabulous. It seems really wide, is it?”

“Two-point-five-nine metres.”

“And the windows seem much bigger that the average jet, too.”

“Uh huh, they’re seventy-one by fifty-two centimetres, and they’re positioned higher on the fuselage to maximise the view.”

I giggle. “You know your stuff, Seb, don’t you?”

He smiles. “I get excited by this information – plus, this aircraft has been a pretty ‘au courant’ matter here recently, having recently added it to the fleet and redesigned the interior.”

“I bet you’ve been like a kid in a candy store.”

He chuckles along with me. “Yep!”

“I can tell.”

I step forward into the first part of the cabin, 2 chairs on each wall, facing each other, and look further down to the next area, which has four seats to the right, two together, facing the other two, and to the left of them is an attractive sideboard. Beyond that, is a long couch on the left wall, and two more seats facing each other on the right. Behind is a partition wall with a T.V. and a cabin door.

The lighting is currently low, creating a cosy ambience.

“It’s spacious but seats quite a few people, I like it.”

“Beyond the door is another bathroom and a storage area for luggage and hanging garments.”

“Wow, very cool.”

Sebastian suggests we sit on the couch and as we do, he takes his cell from his pocket and calls to order Chinese food from a restaurant he knows locally.

He leaves me sitting, having made the call, and casually walks into the kitchen galley area to get two glasses and opens a bottle of red wine.

“Wine?” he asks, strolling back towards me.

“A glass would be lovely, thank you. So are you getting a lot of interest in this new jet?”

“Yes, we have a few charters booked.”

“And what’s the range like? Does it travel far without being refueled?”

He smiles, clearly in his element. “With eight passengers and four crew, travelling at a long-range cruise speed of Mach point-eight-five, it could travel seven thousand nautical miles, depending on the ATC routing, operating speed, weather etc. An LAX to London flight would be doable.”

“That’s fantastic. I presume you didn’t buy this new?”

“No, it was very nearly new though, so it worked out to be beneficial, financially.”

“Sebastian, you didn’t start this company up from scratch, did you? It seems so… well established.”

“Oh no, I had known the former company CEO personally, and had taken a great interest in his business for many years. He was a key mentor in my life. As soon as I heard that he was looking for someone to take over, I immediately got talking with the bank and that was that. I’ve had it for about twelve years now, but having kept most of the original staff, I credit them with how well we all coped with the transition.

“I have an extremely competent and knowledgeable COO or president, who pretty much runs the company alongside me. He’s been here for over twenty five years.”

“That’s fascinating, Sebastian. Did you make many changes?”

“The company was already established professionally to an exceptional standard, so there wasn’t a whole lot to change, but I put a few stamps on it, here and there.”

“Do you still know the previous CEO? Was he the owner, too?”

“He was, yes, and he flew the jets, too. We were good friends for many, many years, but sadly he passed a few years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I whisper, genuinely as I rest a hand on his bicep. His expression unintentionally forlorn, I’m sure he hadn’t meant for me to see that, but he’s clearly very upset about this man’s death.

“Oh that’s okay, he was a very old man that lived a fabulous and exciting life. I’ll tell you all about him some time. He treated me like a son so my sadness is solely about how much I miss him being in my life – I should really try to shift that feeling and celebrate the incredible life he had. He was more than happy to go, when his time came.”

“He sounds like an incredible man, what was his name?”

“His name was Walter, and he was incredible.”

“Oh! Walter! From Walter Love Aviation? I just guessed that was your dad or something.” I say, referring to the name of Sebastian’s company, displayed in huge grey letters outside the hangar.

“As near as damn it Anyway, wine!” He says, his voice louder and a little livelier, an attempt to lighten the mood again, pouring the wine into the glasses.

“Mmm, yes, thank you.” I take the glass he offers and after he puts the bottle down on a coaster on the beautiful sideboard, we clink our glasses together, and toast to Walter.

~~~~~~~

Our food was delivered to the G650 by somebody from the main office soon after we began drinking the wine, and we used the kitchen area to serve it onto plates. It is actually quite a lot of fun to camp out in a luxurious jet, even if it is standing still in the hangar with the door open.

We returned to the couch, slipped off our shoes and ate in comfort, talking non-stop about Walter’s fascinating life and Sebastian’s take-over of his company.

I tried to let Sebastian do most of the talking because I know that occasionally he has a tendency to clam up if asked too many questions about his private life. Maybe he’s been talking because he’s just getting used to me, maybe that was just a subject we’re allowed to talk about – who knows? But I’m happy to sit here and listen to his wonderful stories for as long as he’d like to talk about them.

When I first walked into the hangar, I found the whole place – and his demeanour – extremely sexy. Knowing that the aircraft in here are all here because of him, these people all have jobs because of him – any of these aircraft, he could hop into and fly – just like that, but listening to him talk now – hearing him speaking about Walter and how special this company was to him before he took over, how he took over – it’s still massively sexy of course, but now it’s also a hugely emotional and insightful look into the life of this big, bad, tattooed genius, and what helped shape him into
this
man.