Chapter Eight
A flight attendant greeted them as they began looking for their seats.
she said cheerfully.
Sydney and Sark both smiled.
Where is everyone? Sydney asked. We can't be the only ones on this flight.
A gentleman called to reserve the whole plane, the woman explained.
Sydney frowned and glanced at Sark. What was the person's name?
Arvin Sloane.
Sydney tried to force down the lump that had risen in her throat.
Did he supply a reason? Sark asked, seeing Sydney's apparent discomfort.
the attendant replied. He just said he knew a couple of people who were planning to travel and that he figured they would want to be alone. He also said that the people knew of the plan, but it sounds as if you didn't. She bit her lip.
We weren't informed— Sydney began but was interrupted by Sark.
It's fine, he told the woman.
The attendant nodded. Here's this, she said, handing a small rectangular object to Sark. Just press the button if you need anything.
Will do, Sark said with a smile. The woman disappeared into the cockpit.
Sydney muttered as she wandered to her seat.
Sark followed her and trapped her against the wall just as he had done in the terminal. Once again, Sydney did not move.
I don't understand why we're being kept in the dark with this whole mission, Sydney said quietly.
I don't either, Sark admitted. But if we leave now, Sloane may take it as a betrayal.
You're probably right, she whispered.
Sark nodded and leaned in close. He saw Sydney's eyes brimming with tears. He knew she was scared and he was too. He was caught off-guard when she suddenly spoke.
How many more times to do you plan on doing this? she asked, leaning in slightly.
You mean my trapping you against the wall? Sark asked innocently, leaning in a little more.
Sydney replied, leaning in as well. Their noses were almost touching.
As many as it takes, he whispered. He leaned forward and cupped his hands around her face as their lips connected.
It didn't last long, as Sark wanted to be sure that the kiss wasn't a mistake. Almost immediately, Sydney surged forward and placed one hand on Sark's cheek and the other in his hair and pulled him towards her for another kiss.
A couple of seconds in and the pair had their lips parted and were plunging their tongues into the other's mouth.
Sark shed his coat and went to work getting Sydney out of hers. After that was done, Sark broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck.
Sydney said breathlessly,
Sark whispered as he ran his tongue over Sydney's neck.
A soft moan escaped her lips. We'll figure something out, she whispered.
They left the coats on the seats and headed to the bathroom farthest away from the employees.
Once inside, Sydney and Sark stripped off their clothes quickly then he took her against the wall.