The day of the trip!

It was finally the day of the trip.

I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. But I did my best to act professionally, and not like some lovesick teenager. Just before leaving I thought I'd better wake my hubby to say goodbye as this was the longest we've ever been apart.

"Hey honey." I whispered while gently stroking his face.

"Mmmm."

"Wake up."

"Huh? What time is it?"

"It's almost 6."

"Jesus Christ woman!" he groaned, rolling over "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"No silly." I giggled "I'm going on the trip today."

"Oh, shit yeah. Sorry babe."

"It's okay."

"Have fun and I'll see you when you get back. I love you."

"Love you too."

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then headed downstairs to wait for Steve to pick me up.

As soon as I got to the door I saw his limo pull up outside the house.

"Here goes" I thought nervously to myself.

I took a deep breath and then stepped outside, locking the door behind me.

When the driver opened the door, I climbed in and sat next to Steve.

"Morning Jennifer" he greeted cheerfully "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thank you. Did you?"

"Yeah, great."

"Well, we'd better get going then."

"Alrighty."

With that, we set off.

On the way to the airport we made small talk and joked about things we had seen and done in the past.

Once there we got out of the limo and headed into the terminal. As soon as we walked inside, Steve stopped and turned towards me.

"Follow me" he commanded softly.

I followed obediently, not really knowing where he was taking me, but trusting him anyway.

After a minute or two of walking we reached a private VIP lounge where a beautiful young hostess greeted us.

"Welcome Mr Smith. It's a pleasure to have you with us again." she smiled.

"Thank you" he replied politely before turning to me "Jennifer, this is Emily. She will look after us both until the plane is ready."

"Hello Emily." I said warmly.

"Nice to meet you" she responded "Please follow me and we can get you both comfortable" she continued motioning for us to sit on the luxurious sofa nearby.

Once seated, Emily brought over two glasses of champagne and placed them in front of us.

"Thank you Emily." Steve said appreciatively.

"You're welcome sir. Is there anything else you need at present?"

"No, I think we're fine for now. Thank you."

"Ok, please enjoy your drinks. If you require anything else, just let me know."

With that, she walked away, leaving us alone.

"Wow, this is fancy" I said admiring the lavish decor and furnishings.

"Yes. Very fancy."

We clinked glasses and drank the bubbly liquid slowly enjoying the relaxing atmosphere.

"So...tell me more about yourself Jennifer" Steve suddenly asked out of nowhere.

"What would you like to know?" I replied curiously.

"Anything. Everything."

"Well...I'm a very open person. So feel free to ask whatever questions you'd like."

"Alright."

He paused, contemplating his next words carefully before continuing.

"You mentioned in your interview that you used to do a bit of modelling? What's the story behind that"

"Yeah" I replied shyly. "Well, I guess I was blessed with good looks."

"Oh yeah, you were."

I blushed slightly, embarrassed by the compliment.

"Thank you. But seriously, I started off doing fashion shoots for catalogues and magazines. But once I hit 18, they wanted me to do nudes."

"And what happened then?"

"I was ****, but I did them anyway. Eventually, I did a lot of lingerie and swimwear stuff. Then I met my husband and gave it all up."

"Wow. So, did you enjoy doing the nudes?"

"It's funny. Yeah, I did enjoy it. But I think maybe it's because of the attention and compliments. Does that sound strange?"

"No, not at all. You're an incredibly attractive woman Jennifer. I'm not surprised that people wanted to compliment and flatter you. I bet guys were all over you."

"Ha! Yeah, there were plenty of those. But luckily, I met Frank and the rest is history."

"You seem happy. Out of curiosity what was the agency called?"

"Umm...I don't really remember. It was so long ago. I'll think about it and get back to you." I lied, I knew exactly what the agency was called, LegsX. But there was no way I wanted my boss to know.

"Ok, well if you do remember, let me know. I know somebody that may be interested in the industry you see" he chuckled.

"Sure thing." I kind of felt bad now, knowing that I could have potentially helped another woman's career.

We continued talking, and laughing, and drinking champagne for another hour or so. The conversation flowed easily and naturally, and before we knew it, the pilot was coming over the speaker system announcing that we would be boarding the plane soon.

"Well, here goes" I said nervously, looking around the room nervously.

"Relax. You'll be fine. Plus, we'll have a couple more drinks on the plane."

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