Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off.
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"So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?"
"WHAT?!"
Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club."
John leaned back and laughed. "Oh, god, you heard that? Okay, fine, Summer, you're onto me! My secret is out!"
Still grinning, Summer flicked a piece of blueberry muffin at him. "I mean it's okay, sweetie, I totally get it. When you're really horny and on a mission, the rest is just details, right?"
Sitting together in one of Cancun International Airport's little kiosks, Summer and John were sharing a snack before their flight to New Orleans. When their boarding announcement was made, he stood and ceremoniously held his hand above her head. Giggling as she obliged him with a pretty pirouette, she playfully modeled the dress she'd chosen for the flight.
"Does this meet with your approval?" she smiled, dropping her hands to her hips in a sassy pose.
Summer had tied her long auburn hair into a single French braid. She wore only light make-up, with just a hint of glossy pink highlighting her full lips. In addition to her silver armband she sported a gold anklet, the perfect complement to her gold hoop earrings and white stiletto heels. Wanting to drive John a little crazy before they left the house that morning, she'd let him watch while she took her sweet time applying a floral-scented body lotion to her smooth, golden brown legs, which were on spectacular display in her classic high heels. Topping everything off with a breezy, carefree flair, her outfit for the day was an enticingly short, low-cut white sundress featuring brilliant orange and yellow daisies.
After giving her a teasing wolf-whistle, he kissed her on the cheek. "Casual and comfortable, yet still achingly sexy...it's perfect. You're like a ridiculously hot Ivory Girl!"
"Just the way you like me," she grinned, hefting her tote bag onto her shoulder. "Let's go, my handsome brat."
Holding hands, her head leaning affectionately on his shoulder, they strolled over to join the line boarding the plane.
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John was stowing his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment when he noticed the beautiful woman sitting in the aisle seat of their row. With her long, glossy raven hair she was very striking...and she was smiling at Summer.
"Excuse me..." Summer said, extending to her tiptoes to lean over the woman and stow away her bag.
"My pleasure," replied the thirty-something beauty in the well-tailored business suit, clearly enjoying the sight of Summer's bare thighs flexing only inches from her face.
Glancing past Summer, she made brief eye contact with John.
'Busted! Yeah, I saw you checking her out,'
John chuckled to himself, smiling warmly at the businesswoman.
Returning his smile, she added a mischievous raising of her eyebrows before saying to Summer, "Let me get out of your way...." Steadying herself, she set her hands on Summer's hips while sliding out from her seat and into the aisle.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to be such a bother," Summer replied, smiling sweetly as the woman slid their hips together on her way out of the row.
When Summer was finished putting away her bag, she moved aside for another group of people who were pressing forward down the aisle. With Summer momentarily separated from John, the sultry brunette whispered to him, "Your wife is amazing. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"She is amazing, and she's definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen too...but she's not my wife," John whispered back.
"But I saw her wedding set," the woman said, glancing down at John's barren hand.
Grinning, he waggled his ringless fingers for her.
"Are you her bodyguard or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing.
John laughed before whispering, "It's complicated."
When Summer rejoined them, they moved to take their seats.
"Would you like the window?" he asked Summer, who immediately jumped on the offer. She slid in first, then it was John in the middle, with the raven-haired businesswoman returning to her aisle seat.
John extended his hand in greeting. "I'm John."
Leaning across his lap, Summer also offered the woman her hand. "And I'm Summer."
The woman smiled as she shook their hands. "John, Summer, pleased to meet you. I'm Christina. Are you two staying in New Orleans, or just catching a connecting flight there?"
"We're vacationing there for a few days," John said.
"He's taking me to the French Quarter for our honeymoon," Summer whispered, squeezing John's arm while smiling playfully at Christina.
Again Christina looked at him in confusion, prompting a laughing John to turn to Summer. "I already told her we're not married."
"Awww, spoil all my fun! When was this? You two only just met."
"Summer, when we were standing in the aisle together, I mentioned to John that his wife was incredibly beautiful. He agreed that you most certainly are very beautiful, but he also said that you're not his wife, which sparked my curiosity. Now, here you are, telling me that you and John are on your honeymoon, so of course my interest is piqued even more."
"Mine, too," said John, and they all laughed.
"May I?" Christina asked, reaching over his lap for Summer's hand. "Very beautiful," she smiled, admiring Summer's engagement and wedding ring set. She looked up at the happy couple, the question clear in her eyes.
"John and I are on our honeymoon," Summer said, simply.
"Okaaaaay," Christina grinned, "but if you two aren't married, how can you be on your honeymoon? And who gave you this?"
"My husband, Jake. He's back at our house in Cozumel."
"Pardon my asking, but did you and your husband have a fight or something?"
"Oh, no. This was his idea. He even went with us to the airport and told us to have fun. We're all in this together," Summer explained.
With a laugh John said to Christina, "I told you, it's complicated. It's a long story."
Smirking, Christina folded her arms and sat back in her seat. "We're on an airplane. We have nothing but time. If you wouldn't mind telling me, please, I just have to hear this."
John took Summer by the hand and said to Christina, "Once we're in the air and all settled in, we'll give you the Cliffs Notes version."
"Going to spare me the juicy details, then? Pity."
"You
