'She is amazing is she not?' Keri smiled. She and Bentley were still lounging with the other staff in the boardroom enjoying cake and coffee. Tessa had requested the regional manager to grant the staff the afternoon off, seeing it was a Friday.

'Who?' Bentley questioned, sipping on tea.

'Mrs. Blakely,' Keri indulged in a generous spoonful of decadent chocolate pudding.

'Care to qualify that?' Bentley raised an eyebrow enquiringly.

'Well,' Bentley's eyes followed as she fed the spoon to her well shaped lips. His eyes widened as a bit of chocolate sauce clung to her lower lip. He licked his own lip as if that would remove the distracting sauce on her lip.
'We've been here a week and we've hardly done a stitch of work.'

'Speak for yourself,' Bentley grinned.

The boss had had him running around at all hours. Just last night, he had only left his boss at eight thirty in the evening. Brad Blakely had completely taken over Joseph von Biljoen's study. He had been inspecting every region's monthly report with a fine tooth comb and barking instructions at Bentley. They would have been there many more hours Bentley suspected had the Scarsdale maid not requested to speak privately with Mr. Blakely.
Bentley still wondered what her request had been about. Though thanks to her, the boss looked at his wristwatch, dismissed Bentley for the night and gave the maid his undivided attention.

'Oh I'm sorry,' Keri reached out.
Remembering where they were, her hand retreated back to her lap. She had only wanted to acknowledge how hard Bentley had been working, whilst she was having the time of her life, at leisure during the days and in Bentley's warm protective arms each night. Keri stuffed another spoon of pudding into her mouth.

'You're enjoying that aren't you?' Bentley teased.

'Am I having too much?' Keri pushed her side plate away.

'No silly,' Bentley touched her arm. 'You are as skinny as a rake,' he stood up.

'Am not,' she blushed. 'Where are you going?'

'I have to run an errand to Chicago. You want to come with?' Bentley invited. 'We'll be flying commercial, unfortunately.'

'No---go ahead.'
Keri's mom had called, requesting Keri to visit. She and Bentley could spend their weekend together when he returned from Chicago.

'I was planning on us spending the night there,' Bentley stated. 'It is a beautiful city.'

'I promised my mom, I'd visit her. She is expecting me,' Keri did not sound very convincing.

He nodded reluctantly. 'I'll see you tomorrow morning then. Stay and chat with the guys,' he smiled.

'Bye Bentley,' Keri wished she could kiss him goodbye, but she shelved that idea and just waved him off.

'I want to go and change,' Tessa laughed when Brad imprisoned her on his lap.

'So we're landing just now?' he asked curiously staring out the window.
Tessa did not know if that helped much. All they could see were clouds galore beneath them. She had instructed the pilot to shut off their on board navigation system in the cabin. The pilot was only going to announce the destination just before he touched down. All the staff on board were told to keep mum on their destination and Brad was instructed not to question the staff as to their destination.

'No,' she supplied, but she wanted to escape Brad for she feared his subtle Spanish Inquisition was about to start and was afraid she was going to slip up.

'So how many hours are we going to be in the air?' Brad probed. His ability to extract information from Tessa was not working. He tried a known seductive technique that always worked or so he thought, as his lips burnt a trail of kisses down her milky white throat. Tessa moaned softly. Her hands raked through his hair, returning the caress as she nibbled gently on his spiky chin. 'I can your see your mind scanning the geography around our position, so shut up,' she chuckled softly.

'Can't you give me a tiny clue,' he tried the puppy dog look that always worked for Lyndon. When that didn't work and all he got was raised eyebrows, he put Plan B into action. His lips worried at the button protecting her cleavage, until his teeth undid two buttons, his tongue snaked out, teasing or was it torturing at her aroused nipple.

'Darling---,' Tessa sighed, lifting his head so she could kiss him.

'I want a clue,' he shifted his mouth away from her hungry lips.

''Umm---there's lots of water,' she bit on her lower lip as she redid the buttons to her blouse mindful of the cabin staff that may enter at any time. 'You may find the odd tree about and I'm sure there was mention of a pub---.'

'You think you're funny,' Brad tickled her mercilessly.

'No---stop,' she held his hands at bay. Their tender eyes locked. Tessa pressed her lips to Brad's, cupping his cheeks lovingly.

'Eh---excuse me, Mrs. Blakely,' a steward interrupted their passionate embrace.

'Yeah,' Tessa smiled up at the steward. Sensing his wife's intent to escape, Brad held her firmly on his lap.

'I have the champagne you requested,' he smiled courteously, displaying the label for their approval.

'Ah that's my job,' Brad reached forward to sample the chilled, rather expensive champagne. 'Mmm, perfect,' Brad nodded, extending his glass to be refilled. 'I'm impressed,' he smirked at his wife. 'You know how to spoil me darling,' Brad acknowledged.

'If that's a thank you, then you're welcome,' she laughed softly, adjusting herself on Brad's lap.

'It is indeed.'

'What about you Mrs. Blakely? We have the non alcoholic version of the very same brand,' the steward kindly offered. Brad watched his wife with an amused look in his eyes. He knew she thought its sugar content too high for her liking.

'I'll have a glass with lots of ice thank you,' Tessa did not want to disillusion the affable steward.

'Sure you're still going to fit into your bikini?' Brad teased when the steward walked away.

'Drink your champagne,' Tessa slid off Brad's lap.

'Where you going darling?' Brad emptied his glass and refilled more of the superb champagne.

'I'm going to change,' Tessa looked at her attire, hardly suitable for where they were going. 'You should too Blakely,' she instructed. 'You're way too formally dressed for where we're going.'

'I don't know the dress code,' he whined.

'I'll take something out for you,' she smiled.

'I know how to dress myself,' he pouted.

'You know how to undress yourself as well,' she murmured, 'but you don't complain when I do that,' she threw over her shoulder.

'There you go Mrs. Blakely,' the steward smarted as he handed Tessa her non alcoholic drink.

'Thank you,' she smiled and walked away with her glass. She heard Brad shuffling behind her and knew he would follow her to their private cabin.

Tessa was peeling of her shirt when Brad walked in. He stood at the door and watched his wife undressing. Her crisp shirt fell to the carpet, her bra followed next to reveal twin pert breasts. His wife looked gorgeous, her exquisite breasts were preparing for motherhood. Tessa looked sexy in her heels, lace briefs and the silk scarf still wrapped around her neck.

'Get that look out your eyes Blakely, we don't have time.'

Immediately Brad's antenna shot up. 'We don't?'

He studied his wristwatch perceptively. His mind was racing faster than the speed of their jet aircraft. Tessa shut her eyes and turned away. Damn it she knew she would slip up somehow.

'There's only two destinations we could---

'Shut up---just shut up,' she interrupted, watching him study his wristwatch. 'Don't say another word Blakely.' She was more angry at herself than her astute husband. She hoped he got the wrong one. Tessa removed a pair of snow white knee length Capri trousers and silently slipped it on. She complimented the trousers with an aquamarine spaghetti strapped top. She looked carefree, beautiful and so much younger than her twenty eight years. Brad watched as she tossed a matching pair of white trousers for him on the bed. An indigo blue cotton shirt joined Brad's trousers. He walked to Tessa and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Tessa leaned back against his comforting chest. Brad placed his chin on her shoulder and softly murmured, 'dress me.'

'Oh that's a turn for the books Blakely,' Tessa lifted her arms over her head and snaked them around Brad's neck.

'I don't want to make my wife angry.' He was certain it took her some time, wheeling and dealing with Bentley to have his diary cleared. He had also not received any notifications from their bank with regard to any costs for this weekend. That meant his wife had used her own private funds to foot the bill. Not that it would make a dent in her excessive fortunes, but she had been very careful, that he not get wind of her surprise plans for his birthday.

Tessa turned around in Brad's arms. 'So I'm undressing you and getting you into that,' she checked, pointing to the outfit she had out for him on the bed.

'Unfortunately,' Brad grinned, as Tessa removed his jacket and tossed it on the bed.

'There's still tonight,' she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. Brad inhaled deeply as her fingers slipped up his chest before she moved the shirt off his body. Her hands fell to his trousers and unbuckled him. Brad's hands tightened around her waist.

'I think your hands should be at your sides, don't you?' she asked with mock innocence.

'You're being such a tease,' he groaned huskily

'I'm getting you changed,' she tried desperately to keep a straight face as she removed his trousers. It was a good thing she was not removing his underwear. She was sorely tempted to touch him and she knew he wanted her to.

'I would love to throw you on that bed and have my way with you,' he growled.

'You're a big boy. You know all about control,' she taunted as she walked to the bed and picked up his shirt and threw his trousers over her shoulders. Very gently her hand guided his one arm into his shirt, then the other. She left it unbuttoned, admiring his wash board flat stomach.

'Put you hands on my shoulders Blakely.' When he obeyed, she lifted one muscular leg into his trousers. She hoped the cotton fabric cooled him down a bit as she fed his other leg through the trousers. Tessa knelt down to straighten the material bunched around his ankles.

Still on her knees, she lifted her head to gaze at Brad.
In one sweeping movement Brad lifted her up and pushed her against the closet. His mouth descended on hers forcefully as he pressed his weight against her. She had seen the outline of his bulging erect form before he pressed it against her pelvis. She thought to nip things in the bud by gently putting Brad away from her, but it just gave him room to find her hand and guide it to his aroused manhood. Sighing helplessly, she allowed her fingers to caress over him rather erotically. She should stop, they would be landing shortly...just one quick kiss then.

"Attention this is your captain speaking---"

'Shut up,' Brad and Tessa chorused simultaneously. They took a second to laugh then continued with their foreplay.

"I regret to announce the delay in our landing due to a backlog on the ground, we will hold steady at current altitude for another thirty minutes."

'Yes! He answers prayers,' Brad ripped Tessa's top of.

'Who?' she asked in confusion.

'God,' Brad hastily removed her pants. 'I told Him, I want just thirty minutes.'

'And you have it.' She breathed, trailing her fingers over his chest.

'Yeah,' he pulled her closer. 'I'm not wasting one second,' his mouth captured hers.

Tessa removed Brad's trousers and underwear. He kicked off his clothes and marched her backwards towards the bed. Tessa smiled lovingly as Brad fell over her body. The cool fabric of his shirt caressed her heated flesh. She expertly brushed the shirt off his shoulders and pulled his head down. Her tongue seductively locked around his, they kissed, caressed and pleasured each other. Tessa's hips rose, her fingers moulded his sexy buttocks suggestively. Their coupling was quick, explosive and enthralling. There was just enough time for a quick shower and to be strapped in their seats when the captain made the following announcement:

"This is your captain speaking again. Happy Birthday Mr. Blakely. On behalf of Mrs. Blakely and the crew, welcome to the tropical, sunny Islands of the Bahamas."

'Bentley!' Keri exclaimed, as he slid into the bed next to her. 'I thought you were only returning tomorrow?' They had been sharing a suite at a fancy New York hotel the entire week.

'I changed my mind?' He hauled her into his arms and settled her on his chest.

'I'm delighted to see you,' she laughed. 'The bed was lonely without you.'

'What's with all the clothes you have on?' he complained.

'Well excuse me,' she turned crimson. Keri had always slept in her nightwear, even with Max. It was only with Bentley's constant pleading that she yielded to sleeping in the nude with him. She had to confess she loved the feeling, although when he was not there she reverted to her ancient habit.
'I thought I was spending the night alone.'

It had been the original plan. What Keri did not know was Bentley had not immediately flown to Chicago. He had tailed her, when she'd left the building, jealously suspecting that perhaps she may have been going to secretly visit Max. He was surprised when a door opened, and an older version of Keri hugged Keri. He felt ashamed at spying on Keri.

'I can't believe you came back,' Keri pressed her lips to Bentley's.

'You're not complaining, are you?'

'No, absolutely not. It's so much more fun with you here,' she grinned.

'What is?' he teased.

'Your company in bed,' she whispered, closing her lips over his.

Tessa studied Brad's face with acute interest as the pilot made the announcement just before their touchdown.

'The Bahamas wow!' Brad laughed enthusiastically. 'Thank you darling,' Brad reached over and kissed Tessa.

'Happy birthday, my darling husband,' she murmured against his lips.

'Oh I can't wait to get started with this holiday,' Brad stood up and helped Tessa unbuckle her seatbelt.

'We have not quite reached our final destination yet,' Tessa informed Brad.

'We're not staying here in Nassau?'

'No, the capital city is too----busy and public,' Tessa dismissed. 'A very short charter flight will transfer us to Grand Bahama Island.'

'I see,' Brad was undecided. He liked big cities, the pleasures of modern technology at his disposal. He was uncertain about remote, uninhabited islands.'

'Let me be in charge, just for this weekend hmm? You'll love it,' Tessa exclaimed. 'I personally chose it.'

That was a consolation. His wife was one of the greatest organizers in the world. She was a perfectionist, meticulous, well researched, and rather picky. She would not choose a rundown hideout.

'Read this darling,' Tessa handed Brad a brochure about the Grand Bahama Island while they waited for their passports to clear customs.

'Thank you,' he opened the brochure.

'We'll be staying there for the entire weekend,' Tessa pointed to a very modern exclusive resort hotel. It was breathtaking to say the least, with panoramic views of the Grand Bahama Island. Brad had to admit the sandy white beach was alluring. His interest was heightened.

'Oh there's an underwater cave,' Brad enthused. 'And a safari tour, we have to do that.'

'Glad something's piqued your interest Blakely. I was just about to ask the pilot to turn around.'

'I'm sorry sweetheart,' Brad draped an arm around her neck. 'I trust your judgement implicitly.'

'We're all clear to disembark,' the pilot announced.

It was a beautiful sun drenched day. The sweltering heat enveloped them the minute they exited the air conditioned jet. The crew were remaining in the capital. Brad and Tessa were quickly transferred together with their luggage to the waiting executive charter plane. In less than fifteen minutes they were landed at Grand Bahama Island.

Tessa looked up sharply when she sensed a change in Brad's body language. Brad guided Tessa into the waiting limo, whilst their luggage was transferred into the trunk. His face gave nothing away. There was a polite smile for her as he ushered her in and hurriedly hopped in next to her. She wanted to ask Brad what was wrong, but the limo was hired, so was the driver. They could not talk now. She reached out her hand, touching his knee enquiringly. Brad's eyes met hers, he smiled. His hand closed over hers.

'It's about a five minute drive to the hotel,' Tessa smiled. Brad nodded. He lifted her palm and adoringly kissed the inside of it, but Tessa still felt something was wrong. The hotel manager greeted and welcomed them when the limo stopped at the VIP entrance. Brad alighted and extended his hand to Tessa. He looked around surprised to see no other visitors in the foyer or lounge pub. Perhaps the other guests were enjoying the hotel and island facilities.

They were offered delicious, potent looking cocktail drinks by a young lady, dressed in traditional island clothing.

'Thank you,' Tessa accepted one.

'What is it?' Brad hesitated, thinking it looked like a girlish drink.

'It's a fruit cocktail,' Tessa answered. 'Try it. It's refreshing in this humid weather.' With much reservation Brad lifted it to his lips, and surprisingly enjoyed it, emptying his glass.

'Shall I show you to your suite?' the manager politely enquired.

'Yes please,' Tessa answered. It was a good thing then that she had hired out the Island's single hotel. It was all exclusively theirs for the entire weekend. There would not be another guest or visitor on the Island, just the two of them, except Brad's surprise entertainment that would be arriving tonight. Tessa could not wait to see the delight on his face tonight, but for now she needed to know what the hell was troubling him. She waited patiently as Brad removed a few crisp pound notes from his wallet and handed it to the very surprised manager. Clearly it was a most welcome bonus to him.

'Darling what's wrong?' Tessa placed her hand on Brad's chest the minute the door was closed. Brad looked around the elegant room before he answered Tessa. It was definitely five star like any he would have chosen in any of the leading cities in the world.

'Bentley okayed the arrangements?' Brad probed tentatively.

'I did not seek nor desire his permission to plan something for my husband!'

'Bentley did not arrange our security detail?' Brad cupped her elbows gently in a bid to calm his wife's rising temper.

'What?' she laughed. 'This is a private island. Nobody will attempt to kidnap you or I---surely!'

Brad desired more to protect his privacy than a need for security. It was unacceptable that Bentley failed to arrange that. Brad had observed the interest at their jet in Nassau. Thankfully they were expeditiously transferred.

'There are certain responsibilities that Bentley is not allowed to outsource!'

'Then perhaps I take full responsibility,' Tessa exclaimed angrily. 'He requested to see the logistics details. I told him I have taken care of everything,' she began pacing the room.
'By everything, I meant everything, regarding the plans for your birthday. Bentley may have assumed everything included security. I confess, security did not cross my mind.'
Especially since I booked out the entire island resort and there will