The Dance

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The next day, Emma, Prince, and Kirk left for the airport early in the morning and flew in the private jet to the island of Curaçao. Emma and Prince took an extended nap on the opened sofa during the eight hour flight. A private chauffeur met them at the tarmac, loaded their luggage, and whisked them away. Prince handed Emma a bottle of water and said, 'You should probably take some anti-nausea meds now, mama. I'll explain in a little bit, but I don't want you uncomfortable.'

'And I don't want to be sick on you-that would make you very uncomfortable!' Emma laughed, digging in her handbag for those little pills that always traveled with her. About twenty minutes later, the limousine pulled into a luxury resort. Emma's eyes were big as saucers, and she turned to Prince and said, 'Wow! This is gorgeous!'

'Mama, you ain't seen nothin' yet! I had to pull a couple of strings, but I got exactly what I wanted for us. This is the surprise.'

The limousine came to a stop, and they were met by a member of the resort staff, who said, 'Welcome, Mr. Nelson. We have everything prepared for you. Let me escort you to the boat.'

Emma and Prince were in one golf cart, Kirk and the luggage in another, as they made they way down to the beach. A luxury motorboat was waiting at the end of the pier, and Emma looked at Prince quizzically.

'Just wait, it will all make sense in a minute,' Prince said, and then laid a finger to his lips while wiggling his eyebrows at the resort staff person. He winked at Prince in return and pretended to zip his lip closed. Emma giggled as they got on the boat. As the boat left the dock, the boat captain welcomed them aboard. 'We're so glad you're joining us for the weekend! We'll be at your private island in approximately 10 minutes. Enjoy the trip!'

'Prince, are you kidding me?' Emma looked at Prince with her jaw almost hanging open.

'Oh, mama, it was all worth it just to see your face.' Prince and Kirk burst out laughing, while Emma pushed out her lip and pretended to pout.

The private island was exquisite. There was plenty of room for them all, complete privacy, and housekeeping and meals made available for them. They had dinner on the beach at sunset, and made love under the stars behind sheer curtains on a bed put in place on their private, secluded beach. Emma was reminded again of how sensual a warm breeze felt against naked bodies. There was time for lounging, and even a grand piano for Prince to use.

The concerts they attended were impressive. Emma enjoyed being with Prince while listening to other performers. Emma's prejudice towards Prince's performance showed in her comments when they were alone.

'Hon, I've gotta tell you, you take things to a whole 'nother level compared to these other performers.'

'Well, you've seen how hard we work in soundchecks, making sure everything is tight. And this is after months of rehearsals this spring. I don't like leaving things to chance.'

'That's obvious, and you and your band do it for me like no one else.'

'You better mean I do it for you like no one else, mama. That has been established by now. You belong to Prince.'

Emma found herself picked up, carried to the bedroom, and tossed on the bed like another throw pillow. Prince tore off his clothes landed on top of her quickly after. Watching him disrobe, even in a hurry, was such a turn on for her. Then she was thoroughly convinced once again that she belonged to Prince, and no one else, which is just how she wanted it.

They flew back to Atlanta Monday morning, dropping Emma off in Atlanta with her girls. She would only have 3 days there, and fly back to Minneapolis for the trip with Prince to see Dillon and Barb. She packed like a fiend, getting things ready for the movers to come and take boxes and several of her pieces of furniture up to Minnesota, to blend in with Prince's decor and make the space truly reflect both of them.