Book 1 - Page 131 (1/2)

”Anastasia,” Christian summons me. ”Come.” He holds out his hand.

”See you later.” I smile at Taylor, and giving me a quick salute, he heads back to the parking lot.

”Mr. Benson, this is my girlfriend Anastasia Steele.”

”Pleased to meet you,” I murmur as we shake hands.

Benson gives me a dazzling smile.

”Likewise,” he says, and I can tell from his accent that he's British.

As I take Christian's hand, there's a mounting excitement in my belly. Wow... gliding! We follow Mark Benson out across the tarmac towards the runway. He and Christian keep up a running conversation. I catch the gist. We will be in a Blanik L-23, which is apparently better than the L-13, although this is open to debate. Benson will be flying a Piper p.a.w.nee. He's been flying tail draggers for about five years now. It all means nothing to me, but glancing up at Christian, he is so animated, so in his element, it's a pleasure to watch him.

The plane itself is long, sleek, and white with orange stripes. It has a small c.o.c.kpit with two seats one in front of the other. It's attached by a long white cable to a small, conventional single-propeller plane. Benson opens the large, clear Perspex dome that frames the c.o.c.kpit, allowing us to climb in.

”First we need to strap on your parachute.”

Parachute!

”I'll do that,” Christian interrupts him and takes the harness off Benson, who smiles amenably at him.

”I'll fetch some ballast,” Benson says and heads toward the plane.

”You like strapping me into things.” I observe dryly.

”Miss Steele, you have no idea. Here, step into the straps.”

I do as I'm told, placing my arm on his shoulder. Christian stiffens slightly but doesn't move. Once my feet are in the loops, he pulls the parachute up, and I place my arms through the shoulder straps. Deftly he fastens the harness and tightens all the straps.

”There, you'll do,” he says mildly, but his eyes are gleaming. ”Do you have your hair tie from yesterday?”

I nod.

”You want me to put my hair up?”

”Yes.”

I quickly do as I'm asked.

”In you go,” Christian commands. He's still so bossy. I go to climb into the back.

”No, front. Pilot sits at the back.”

”But won't you be able to see.”

”I'll see plenty.” He grins.