He asked them if they had any cream in the kitchen, and they looked at each other and burst out laughing, and a stream of Thai was exchanged between J...nnifer and the chefs. It clearly was sexual banter because the giggling became intense - and one of the chefs opened up a big commercial fridge and extracted a large carton of coconut cream and poured some into a small tea cup, and came over to the captain.She had big beautiful eyes framed by dark lashes, a cupid bow of a mouth, pale chocolate. "Did my wife send you?" In a manner of speaking, yes. Please sit down on the bed and I'll explain." He looked pleasantly at Nick for a moment while he waited for him to sit down but his face grew darker as the man just stood there. "Sit down!"As if on autopilot, Nick sat down on the bed when he spoke with such authority. "Good," Wyatt said, walking to stand in front of him. "You're wife confided in me your proclivity afraid you were gay. I told her I'd take you out for a manly night to butch. "I hate blonde."He sighed, looking at the green bottle in my hand. "What color do youwant?" Reddish. More toward auburn."The lock of hair turned dark red. "Better?" he asked, looking down at me.I frowned. "No. There's still work to do." What!" he screeched. "What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're punchingbags. Make them smaller."He stared dumbfounded at me. "That ... that doesn't make sense. All guyslike big tits. Besides, they're. I’ve been directed to escort you. Is this your only bag?’ There was something about her new found friend that seemed familiar. Something about that deep husky voice of hers. ‘No, I have one in baggage also.’ ‘Very well.’ The chauffeur hefted her carry on and led her away. There was something unusual about this whole situation. That puzzled Emma. She wasn’t dresses for a red carpet walk that’s for sure. Rather the brunette was dressed for comfort, an absolute necessity on flights from Heathrow.