by Unknown
Mr. Di Amato stood by his side as they waited for the valet to bring their car.
“It was good seeing you again too Shane, Mr. Di Amato,” Satra said smiling.
The valet pulled up in a shining black Bentley, and Shane walked over to the driver side and took the keys and got inside while Mr. Di Amato got in on the passenger side. Grayson whistled behind her as he admired the luxury car.
“That car is the cost of a mansion,” Grayson said as he watched them pull off into traffic.
“I think this is my first time seeing one in real life.” Satra finally said in amazement. She was still dazed at their near kiss, but now she secretly wondered what kind of car Shane would send to pick her up tonight.
Chapter Ten
Satra was so anxious and nervous the rest of that afternoon she could barely get anything done. Granted she didn’t have a lot to do since she took care of all the important tasks earlier that day. She went to Grayson’s office and told him that she was going to leave a little early to take care of some personal business. Even though, she wasn’t technically lying, she felt bad all the same. Grayson thought nothing of it and simply told her to have a good night. Satra practically ran to the elevators at 3:30pm so she could get home. She decided that she did need to change and grab a few things before she flew home.
Once inside of her condo, she put on some black skinny jeans and a cotton peach tank top. She brought her matching peach cashmere sweater just in case it got chilly on the plane. Digging through her walk in closet she found her peach pumps and put those on last. She kept her hair the way it was and kept on the jewelry she was already wearing. She grabbed some magazines that she hadn’t had a chance to read to bring with her on the plane. She wanted to travel as light as possible since she was only going to stay for a few hours and come back home. At four o’clock on the dot her cell phone rang.
“Hello, is this Ms. Sinclair?” Came the male voice.
“Yes it is,” Satra replied.
“This is Henry; I’m Mr. Evan’s driver. I’m outside ready to take you to his private jet.”
“Of course. I’ll be right down. Thank you,” Satra said.
Excitement was building in her by the moment as she hurried out of her condo. The driver was standing in front of a shiny black stretch limo in a well-tailored black suit. This limo looked much nicer than the one she rode back and forth in while in South Carolina.
“Good evening ma’am.”
Henry said as he bowed his head and tipped the brim of his hat to her. He opened the door for her, and Satra stepped into what looked like a mini club on wheels. Plush leather seats, expensive bottles of champagne and other top of the line wines were on display. There was also a tray of freshly cut fruit, cheeses and crackers and caviar. Satra frowned at the caviar. She tried it once, and that was all she needed. She didn’t like it and never would. She did indulge in the fruit and cheeses, which were so fresh and divine; she was afraid she’d eat the entire tray. She wondered if they were going to LaGuardia airport or some other private airport as they drove, but she quickly realized that the direction the driver was going was nowhere near LaGuardia. About ten minutes later they were pulling into a private airstrip. The driver pulled up next to a jet that had what looked like a family seal with the letter “E” painted in gold on the side of the plane and on the tail. The driver pulled up next to the stairs leading to the plane and helped Satra out of the car. The pilot of the jet came out to greet Satra.
“I’m Captain Richards. I’ll be taking you to Milwaukee,” The kind man in uniform said as he smiled warmly.
“Nice to meet you Captain Richards. I’m Satra Sinclair.” Satra smiled nervously.
“Mr. Evans told me all about you. Please don’t feel rushed to leave. Take all the time you want, I’m on your schedule. We should get there in a little over an hour, and it should be a smooth flight.”
“I have no reason to delay our flight, so I’m ready when you are.”
Satra was still feeling anxious. Flying wasn’t her favorite thing, but this was to see her father so she’d suck up her fear and nervousness to see him.
Just then, a sexy black Mercedes pulled up. Satra had no clue as to who it could be until the person driving the car stepped out of it. It was Shane. He was smiling and looking gorgeous as ever. He had on a black leather jacket, white fitted t-shirt, and black jeans. He was excited for her and happy that he could get her home to see her dad. He thought she looked absolutely ravishing in her jeans, tank top, and high heels. Her hips and thighs had all the right curves and voluptuousness that he loved. Skinny, toothpick thin women were never his type. Shane wanted something to hold on to while making love and while sleeping at night. Satra was definitely the kind of woman he’d have wrapped up in his arms every night. His eyes locked with Satra’s until he was standing in front of her. Captain Richards broke their trance when he greeted Shane.
“Mr. Evans, it’s always a pleasure. I was just telling Ms. Sinclair that our flight should be smooth, and we’d be in Milwaukee in no time. We can go when she’s ready.”
The two men shook hands while Captain Richards spoke.
“Thanks, John. Are you ready to go?” Shane asked as he turned his attention back to Satra. Satra was busy drooling over how good he looked in his jeans. He looked so sexy as he walked towards her with those bowlegs.
He saw the nervousness in her eyes, and it puzzled him.
“Yes, I’m ready.” She sighed smiling nervously.
“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be excited, but you seem nervous.” Shane asked concerned while taking a step closer to her.
His hand went instinctively to her arm, lightly touching it. Captain Richards decided to give them their privacy and gently took Satra’s carry on bag away from her and onto the plane.
“Thank you,” she said to him.
Turning back to Shane she took a deep breath and said, “I hate flying. I’m deathly afraid of heights, but I’m trying my best to suck it up because I really want to see my dad.”
“Satra why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Are you sure you’re going to be okay? Do you want me to come with you?” Shane asked alarmed and slightly irritated that he didn’t know about her fear of heights and flying.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was some big baby. And no, I don’t want you to come with me because that would mean that I am a big baby. You’ve done more than enough already. I’ll be fine, I promise,” Satra said as she gently touched his arm and looked into his unbelieving eyes. He wanted to argue with her, but he decided not to. No sense in getting her upset when she’s already nervous about flying.
“Ok, if you say so.” Shane finally said in defeat. “But if you change your mind…”
“I won’t be changing my mind. I’m doing this alone. I’m a big girl,” Satra said gently smiling.
“Oh, before I forget I cleaned your hanky.”
Satra dug the handkerchief out of her purse. Not only was it clean and very white, but she had ironed it and neatly folded it as well. It made Shane smile, but he wasn’t about to take it back.
“Keep it,” he said in his deep voice, refusing to take it from her.
“No. You made me keep one and I’m not going to keep two of your hankies Shane.” Satra said as she continued to try to hand the handkerchief back to him.
His eyes narrowing and his tone firmer, Shane said again, “Keep it,” as he gently pushed her hand back.
“Could you at least acknowledge how clean and white it is? I had mascara all over this thing, and I got it all out. AND I ironed it and folded it nice and neat just for you!” Satra said with one hand on her hip and the other one holding the handkerchief in Shane’s face for him to look at.
Chuckling Shane said, “Yes, I do notice how white and clean you’ve gotten it. Thank you for taking the time to do that for me and ironing it as well, that was very kind of you. One day when I need a hanky and don’t have one on me, I’ll ask you for
one.”
“Really? And what makes you think I’m going to be there when you just so happen to need a hanky? Better yet, what makes you think I’m going to carry your hanky’s around with me?” Satra asked with a curious eyebrow raised.
“Let’s just call it a hunch,” Shane said simply as he smiled a mischievous, gorgeous smile.” He knew his words were true. He knew that one day very soon she would be all his.
Smiling back Satra said, “I don’t have time to try to figure out what that means. I better go. I’ll let you know when we land.”
She turned away from him and walked towards the steps to the jet.
He couldn’t help but enjoy the view. She always gave the best exits. Catching himself, he quickly yelled out “Have a great flight. Remember, everything will be fine.”
Satra turned around and smiled at his kind words and said, “Thank you.”
She waved to Shane and walked up the rest of the stairs. Shane walked back to his car and leaned on the hood and watched the plane roll slowly and then speed up down the runway as it prepared for takeoff. Satra could see him from her window.
The jet took off into the air, and when Shane could no longer see it he got in his car and drove home. He wasn’t going to show up at his private airstrip at first, but he had to see her off before she left. He was glad he did. Had he knew that she was afraid of flying he would have definitely gone with her – no questions asked. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he drove home. He called his personal flight attendant and told her to be extra attentive to Satra due to her fear of flying. Between the constant reassurance and helpfulness of the flight attendant and a few cocktails, Satra was able to relax a bit and enjoy the flight. It went smoothly just as Captain Richards said it would.
Shane couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she took the time out to clean his handkerchief herself and iron it for him. She was so proud of her work too. That was hands down the sweetest, most adorable thing a woman has ever done for him. None of the expensive gifts, dinners, or trips that he’s received in the past could equal to this simple, selfless, and kind act that Satra did for him. She now occupies the area in his heart that he thought no one ever would.
Before she knew it, they were in Milwaukee and ready to land. When they landed, and she got off the plane, there was a car waiting for her to take her to the hospital where her father was which ten minutes away was. Satra called Shane even though he already knew when her plane had landed.
“Hello?” Came his deep voice.
“Hi, it’s Satra. I’m home and on my way to the hospital now. The flight was very nice. I even managed to relax a bit. Your flight attendant was very kind to me.”
Shane smiled to himself. “I’m glad to hear everything went well. Thanks for calling and letting me know.”
“You’re welcome. Well, I better go. I’ll talk to you soon,” Satra said.
The excitement in her voice made his heart leap in his chest. Making her happy made him happy. He never wanted to please anyone as much as he wanted to please Satra. It was something about seeing those beautiful big eyes of hers light up and see that beautiful smile of hers that just made him feel warm and happy from the inside out.
“God what a sap I’ve turned out to be.” Shane thought to himself.
He always considered himself to be romantic, but Satra Sinclair made him want to go the extra mile to make her happy. He knew she wasn’t materialistic, so giving her things wouldn’t make her happy. It was the simple little things that counted with her, and that is what attracted Shane to her so much. He ran into so many gold diggers in his lifetime that he could sniff them out one hundred miles away. And if they weren’t after his family’s money, they wanted to be seen with him on the social scene. He was waiting for the bomb to drop with Satra after she realized who his family was, but it never did. She continued to treat Shane the same. She didn’t ask about his bank account or how much his family was worth. Hell she even forgot that he was rich! She continued to treat him like any other person, like a colleague or a friend even, and he liked that about her. He’s never met anyone as down to earth as Satra, and there was no way he was going to let her out of his life.
“Bye Satra.” Shane finally said.
The line went dead, and he hung up his phone. He pulled into his underground parking garage and parked his car.
Satra’s heart was beating out of her chest as the car pulled in front of the hospital’s main entrance. The driver got out of the car and opened her door for her.
“I’ll be right here until you’re ready to go back to New York ma’am. There’s no rush at all; I’m at your disposal.”
“Thank you,” Satra said smiling at the driver.
She practically ran into the hospital to the information desk so she could ask what room her father was in. After the receptionist told her where she needed to go, Satra quickly walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. Her father’s room was the first one on the right. Satra gently knocked on his door and then peeped her head inside. Her mother was sitting in the easy chair next to her father’s bed watching television when she looked up and saw Satra coming through the door. Satra quietly giggled when she saw her mother’s eyes widen in surprise.
“What are you doing here girl?” her mother whispered.
“I wanted to see my daddy, and you,” Satra said as she hugged her mother tightly and kissed her on the cheek. Her mother hugged her back just as tightly and sat her down on the couch next to her chair. She was very happy to have her daughter’s company.
“How on earth did you find a flight to get you here at this time of evening? It must have cost you a fortune.” Sharon Sinclair asked quietly, concern now replacing her beaming smile.
“Actually a friend helped me out. A friend who happens to own a private jet,” Satra said as she nervously bit her bottom lip.
She knew it wouldn’t take her mother long to put two and two together. Satra didn’t have any well to do friends with private jets so it could only be one person who did this for her.
“Shane?” her mothered exclaimed. “Shane let you use his private jet to come see about your father?” Her eyes got wider as reality set in with her. Satra simply nodded her head yes.
“Oh, child…he’s got it bad for you,” her mother said in a matter of fact tone.
“Wha…what are you talking about mama?” Satra asked nervously.
“You know what I’m talking about girl. The man is in love with you Satra.”
“Now you’re going overboard, ma. Love? We barely know each other!” Satra said almost too loudly.
“Keep the blinders over your eyes if you want to but I know when a man is in love. He’s not trying to get you in his bed, is he?”
“No, of course not!” Satra said offended that her mother could think that way of Shane.
“Well, that’s because he’s a gentleman, and you’re not some floozy. Sweetheart he’s been showing you in many ways how he feels about you. Believe me when I say no man would do what this man has done unless he was trying to either get you into his bed, or he’s in love with you.”
The thought made Satra nervous, more nervous than she’s ever been about Shane. The thought of him being in love with her was just too much to handle, and yet it warmed her as well.
“Mom, I can’t think about that right now, how is daddy doing?” Satra asked, quickly changing the subject.
“He’s been dozing on and off all day. Between the anesthesia and the pain meds, they keep him pretty out of it.”
Just then her father stirred, and his eyes slowly opened. Satra got up and went to his bedside and held his hand. Once he focused his eyes on her Satra whispered to him “Guess who?”
“Baby girl!” Her father said in a groggy voice, smiling weakly.
“Hey daddy,” Satra said as she bent down to kiss her father.
“How are you? Are you in any pain?” she asked as she searched his eyes.
“Not at the moment
. The pain medicine is working, but it also keeps me sleepy. What are you doing here? You should be home,” he said softly.
“I had to see you daddy. It drove me crazy not being here for your surgery. I promised you I’d be home more, and I meant it. Family comes first, and that means you too,” Satra said as she held her father’s hand. Her father smiled at her and shook his head.
“You’ve always been stubborn as a mule…just like your mama.”
“I heard that,” Sharon Sinclair stated as she flipped through the cable channels on the hospital TV.
“Of course you heard that. You have radars for ears woman.” Sam Sinclair chuckled.
Satra laughed with him.
Sensing that her daughter and husband needed to talk Sharon excused herself to go get some coffee. Her father never asked how she got to Milwaukee so fast, and Satra was very happy that he didn’t. She didn’t want to discuss Shane with him knowing how protective he is of her.
They talked about his surgery, how long of a recovery he’d have and what he was going to do so he wouldn’t have to have another stint put in. Satra was happy to hear how serious her father was about eating healthier and exercising more. It definitely put her mind at ease and helped her to stop worrying so much. She talked about work a little but tried to keep the conversation geared towards him. he asked her how bowling went and what she thought about Sasha’s friend Cole. Satra was honest with him and told her father that while Cole was nice there was something about him that didn’t sit well with her. He seemed too good to be true, just like Matt. Her father’s face frowned up at the words and told her to kick him to curb and never see him again.
“I didn’t plan on seeing him again, but I also wanted to be fair to him because what if he was just so nervous and was trying too hard to impress me and he turns out to be nothing like Matt? Then I’d feel bad for judging him wrong,” Satra said.
