Natalya's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, her breath hitching just slightly as my words lingered in the air between us. She glanced toward the front of the SUV, where Polina and Alisa sat, their postures rigid and professional, though I caught the faintest flicker of a smirk on Polina's lips.
Natalya's fingers tightened around mine, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You're impossible," she murmured, though the way her body leaned into mine betrayed her amusement—and something deeper.
I chuckled, pressing a quick, possessive kiss to her temple before the SUV rolled to a stop on the private airstrip. The sleek, white body of the private jet gleamed under the bright runway lights, its engines already humming in anticipation.
The driver's door opened, and Alisa stepped out first, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings before she gave a nod to Polina. Natalya and I followed, stepping out into the cool night air, the scent of jet fuel and ocean salt filling my lungs.
