Hi guys, I’m back! Guess what? I know life is not fair but I am off to Milan after a nine-day trip in St. Kitts. I got a call on my last day from one of my most admired clients. I adore this Italian man: he’s kind, funny, extremely cultured; he can be brash, like all Italian men, but at heart he’s a good man who treats me like a lady. Fly is very attentive and every call always lasts about an hour. I can never get off the phone as the conversations are so fun.
Back to the story…
After a wonderful conversation, he promptly asked if I was free, and whether I could fly over to Milano as soon as possible, to which I replied “Of course I can darling.” I hurriedly packed and kissed my client in St. Kitts goodbye, then jumped on the public ferry that took me to San Juan airport, where a private jet was commissioned by Fly. Off I flew with a dizzy feeling of excitement, and I have to admit, I have a little bit of love for this man – not sure how that crept up.
As the plane was about to land in Milano airport, I felt giddy like a child. I always feel this way when I am about to meet Fly; he has this effect on most girls. As the plane landed, I was escorted to the vip lounge and to my surprise Fly was there with a beautiful bouquets of flowerers. I threw caution to the wind and forgot my usual reserve, embracing him in a very passionate clutch. He looked a little shaken but promptly guided me towards the entrance where we sat in his Bugatti. As he raved the thunderous engine, he looked towards me, smiling, and in his Italian – English accent remarked “don’t worry baby, it’s going to be fun this week!” And off we went!