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Karin looks out of the window as the SUV makes it way through a private entrance towards a private airport hangar. When the SUV stops, Karin notices a large Gulfstream jet less than fifty feet away from the vehicle.
Ryan escorts Karin out of the SUV. The group walks straight to the Gulfstream where their luggage is already being boarded. Karin looks at her watch. 11:57 a.m. She shakes her head and laughs. She never wants to fly commercial again! The group enters the Gulfstream. Much to Karin’s surprise, the jet resembles more of a hip lounge with cool blue ambient lighting and overstuffed black and red leather seats.
Ryan sits down at one of the jet’s sofas and invites Karin to sit next to him. The intern cozies up next to her future husband. She is practically resting her head on his chest. Michelle and Author relax in captain’s chairs while the flight attendants prepare drinks for the passengers. The door to the cabin is closed. The jet begins to taxi backwards. Karin looks at her watch. 11:59 a.m.
As the jet rolls down the runway, one of the three flight attendants asks the intern if she would like anything to drink. At first she was going to ask for some ice tea. Then she noticed that everyone else inside the jet is partaking in wine.
“Do you want to split a bottle of Pinot Noir?” Ryan asks Karin.
“Why not?” Karin laughs. This is just too much for her to take in. The flight attendant quickly pulls out and uncorks a bottle of 1990 Romanee-Conti. Ryan and Karin are each given a glass. The flight attendant pours each of them a glass of the pinot noir. The couple toasts and takes a sip from their glass as the Gulfstream settles on the runway.
The Gulfstream’s jets fire and propel the craft down the runway. The fifty million-dollar jet lifts itself into the Northern California sky. Karin looks at her watch one last time. It’s noon, exactly. Then she looks at Ryan. She thinks to herself, This man has complete control of the world around him.
****
Karin can’t stop smiling. She gets up and walks around Ryan’s private jet and marvels at the size and opulence of the Gulfstream. She also appreciates the fact that her future husband has decked out the jet in his own personal style.
“The designer of the Virgin Airlines lounge in London designed the interior for me,” Ryan explains. “I love to think of this jet as my own little private club or lounge.”
“This certainly looks like a party plane.”
“Oh, you don’t even want me to tell you what I have done on this plane.”
“I’m not shy or frigid. You could tell me.”
“Look, even though our pending marriage is not real, I still feel strange telling my future wife what I did up here.”
Karin laughs. Her imagination flares with the thoughts of what possibly could have taken place on the plane.
“So do you like the plane?”
“I have to confess, I am overwhelmed.”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it. I was overwhelmed when my life changed so drastically out of college. You become comfortable with it.”
Karin has never been the materialistic type. In fact, she used to look at the young, professional guys who shopped at the Northface to be less desirable than the scruffy, somewhat irresponsible and slightly dangerous guys she would meet at the bars or local clubs. But she looks at Ryan and sees the best of both worlds - a wealthy guy with a hint of unpredictability and danger.
“So, we’ll be landing in New York at around eight p.m. Would you like to grab dinner somewhere?” Ryan asks Karin.
The young woman looks around wondering if the CEO is talking to everyone on the jet. Then she realizes that Ryan is talking to her specifically. “Sure,” Karin responds somewhat nervously. She doesn’t know if Ryan is asking her out on a date.
“Are you into French cuisine?”
“Well, um, to be honest, I don’t think I have ever been inside a French restaurant.”
“Oh, well, I think you’ll like Daniel on 65th Street. I always try
Ryan escorts Karin out of the SUV. The group walks straight to the Gulfstream where their luggage is already being boarded. Karin looks at her watch. 11:57 a.m. She shakes her head and laughs. She never wants to fly commercial again! The group enters the Gulfstream. Much to Karin’s surprise, the jet resembles more of a hip lounge with cool blue ambient lighting and overstuffed black and red leather seats.
Ryan sits down at one of the jet’s sofas and invites Karin to sit next to him. The intern cozies up next to her future husband. She is practically resting her head on his chest. Michelle and Author relax in captain’s chairs while the flight attendants prepare drinks for the passengers. The door to the cabin is closed. The jet begins to taxi backwards. Karin looks at her watch. 11:59 a.m.
As the jet rolls down the runway, one of the three flight attendants asks the intern if she would like anything to drink. At first she was going to ask for some ice tea. Then she noticed that everyone else inside the jet is partaking in wine.
“Do you want to split a bottle of Pinot Noir?” Ryan asks Karin.
“Why not?” Karin laughs. This is just too much for her to take in. The flight attendant quickly pulls out and uncorks a bottle of 1990 Romanee-Conti. Ryan and Karin are each given a glass. The flight attendant pours each of them a glass of the pinot noir. The couple toasts and takes a sip from their glass as the Gulfstream settles on the runway.
The Gulfstream’s jets fire and propel the craft down the runway. The fifty million-dollar jet lifts itself into the Northern California sky. Karin looks at her watch one last time. It’s noon, exactly. Then she looks at Ryan. She thinks to herself, This man has complete control of the world around him.
****
Karin can’t stop smiling. She gets up and walks around Ryan’s private jet and marvels at the size and opulence of the Gulfstream. She also appreciates the fact that her future husband has decked out the jet in his own personal style.
“The designer of the Virgin Airlines lounge in London designed the interior for me,” Ryan explains. “I love to think of this jet as my own little private club or lounge.”
“This certainly looks like a party plane.”
“Oh, you don’t even want me to tell you what I have done on this plane.”
“I’m not shy or frigid. You could tell me.”
“Look, even though our pending marriage is not real, I still feel strange telling my future wife what I did up here.”
Karin laughs. Her imagination flares with the thoughts of what possibly could have taken place on the plane.
“So do you like the plane?”
“I have to confess, I am overwhelmed.”
“Oh, you’ll get used to it. I was overwhelmed when my life changed so drastically out of college. You become comfortable with it.”
Karin has never been the materialistic type. In fact, she used to look at the young, professional guys who shopped at the Northface to be less desirable than the scruffy, somewhat irresponsible and slightly dangerous guys she would meet at the bars or local clubs. But she looks at Ryan and sees the best of both worlds - a wealthy guy with a hint of unpredictability and danger.
“So, we’ll be landing in New York at around eight p.m. Would you like to grab dinner somewhere?” Ryan asks Karin.
The young woman looks around wondering if the CEO is talking to everyone on the jet. Then she realizes that Ryan is talking to her specifically. “Sure,” Karin responds somewhat nervously. She doesn’t know if Ryan is asking her out on a date.
“Are you into French cuisine?”
“Well, um, to be honest, I don’t think I have ever been inside a French restaurant.”
“Oh, well, I think you’ll like Daniel on 65th Street. I always try
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