Thrilling Affair by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Author:Tracy Cooper-Posey [Cooper-Posey, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense Thriller
Publisher: Tracy Cooper-Posey
Published: 2018-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

For nearly ten years, Sahara’s life had followed an unending cycle of work and friends and seasons. In one moment it all changed and she could feel the fear building in her, even though she had been the one to agree to do this.

Logan escorted her across the concrete toward a small, sleek private jet and up the few steps to the open doorway. He had stayed silent throughout the journey to the airport and Sahara kept her silence, too, although her heartbeat had sounded loud in her ears.

A brunette woman in a silver-gray skirt suit and elegant French-pleated hair appeared in the doorway just as Logan gestured for Sahara to climb the stairs. The woman rested one high-heeled court shoe on the ledge of the doorway. “Hello, Sahara.” She spoke loudly to be heard over the engines of the jet. “My name is Jacqui. I’ll be taking care of you from now on. Please come up.”

Sahara looked up at Logan, startled. His eyes narrowed as if he’d become suddenly wary. That scared her even more.

Without thought, she reached for his hand. His fingers curled through hers and squeezed just a little. Enough to drain her fear.

“Go on,” he murmured.

She climbed up into the jet as Jacqui stepped backward to make room.

The seats inside the cabin were all huge executive things in leather, individually swivelling to face any direction. Again following Logan’s cue, Sahara picked the seat closest to his as he strapped himself in.

Jacqui sat opposite her and the engines of the plane immediately revved up. The door was slapped shut and sealed with a clunk, muffling the noise.

Jacqui was staring at Logan, who stared calmly back.

“We can hardly do fittings while you’re in the cabin,” she said, her voice dry.

“Yes, we can,” Sahara shot back. “He can turn his back. Besides, isn’t he supposed to be my former husband?”

Logan looked back at Jacqui and grinned.

Jacqui sniffed and didn’t say another word until the plane took off. Once the seatbelt light went out, she picked up a laptop from beside her and fired it up, then pulled out a dressmaker’s tape measure from the same bag. “Let’s start, shall we?”

Logan’s cheer lasted until Jacqui had taken a few of the more accessible measurements, then dryly asked Sahara to remove her top.

He swivelled his seat around so the wide expanse of leather back was all they could see. “Knock yourselves out,” he said. “There’s a Sports Illustrated here.”

Sahara took off her top and Jacqui coughed a little. “You’re not wearing…you have no…undergarments,” she said in an undertone that nevertheless crossed the cabin.

“I was pulled out of my apartment at eleven-thirty at night. You normally wear a bra to bed, Jacqui?”

Jacqui turned pink and glanced at Logan’s chair. Sahara could feel her own cheeks heating because of Jacqui’s discomfort. She relented and said in a more civilized tone, “Nobody will die if you take the measurements without the bra, will they?”

Jacqui cleared her throat. “It will change the fit of all your clothes,” she said simply.

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