Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“When I . . . climaxed I excused myself, ran out the back, took a cab home, and hid under my blankets the rest of the night.”
“You ran away?”
“Yes.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “What do you even say after a guy you don’t know that well fingers you? Thanks so much? Good job with your fingers?”
“Well, that’s better than escaping out the back.”
“And I figured I owed him.”
She giggled. “What exactly would you owe him?”
“I figured he would’ve expected a blow job or something. And if he could get me to open my legs and let him slide down my panties in a packed night club, I didn’t want to find out what I would do with him alone in his limo.”
“You ran away?” She shook her head.
“Stop saying that.”
“You’ll have to see him Monday and it’s going to be beyond uncomfortable for you.”
“Don’t remind me.” I rolled onto my back and gazed at the sky.
“Did he call you to find out what happened?”
“Yes. By the twentieth missed call I texted and told him I was fine and had to go home for a personal emergency.”
“What are you going to do?”
My phone blared with the default ring. I didn’t have any cool ringtones like Vivian. I pulled my Ziploc bag with my belongings out of my sports bra and moved my credit cards, ID, and keys out of the way. A strange number displayed on the screen. It wasn’t Chase or the number Dawn had texted from earlier.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hey Jasmine. It’s Lucy. I need you at Oshane City Airport in no later than three hours,” she said. “We’re going to India with Chase.”
“India?” Pounding appeared at my temples. My nerves flared on edge.
“Sorry about your weekend being cut short, but that’s how it is. Sadly, the entertainment business never takes off.”
And now I’m going to have to face Chase sooner than I thought.
Chapter 12
The Flight
Lucy had said I could dress as comfortably as I wanted since it was a sixteen hour flight. Huge fuzzy purple slippers, with X’s covering the front, clung to my feet. Headphones plugged my ears and blasted an eclectic play list of Radiohead, Mozart, Jay-Z, and Joni Mitchell. I covered my eyes with a satin blindfold and thanked god Chase hadn’t arrived yet.
This way I can avoid him most of the trip.
Well, it wasn’t a hundred percent guaranteed. We were traveling on his private jet.
And if one traveled, this was surely the way to do it.
I’d been unprepared for how vast and outfitted the jet was. When Lucy said jet, I assumed a small plane with a few seats.
Instead of the typical tight rows of a commercial flight, Chase’s jet’s seats provided ample leg room and were placed across from each other on each side of the wall.
If Chase needed to have a meeting, they could just set up a small conference table in the middle. Lucy had taken me on a tour, showing me the kitchen in the center of the plane equipped with a stunning stainless steel kitchen.
Chase’s personal chef was there chopping mushrooms and garlic.
Further down stood a room with flat screen TVs, past that was Chase’s private bathroom with a shower, and in the back of the jet were a master bedroom and a small guest bedroom.
“I’m completely dependent on you,” Black Moon Goddess sang. “To breath, to see, to see all of my dreams come true.”
The plane’s floor vibrated.
I sank deeply into my musical, blindfolded darkness and focused on the lyrics instead of my fears— a plane crash, an explosion, or the worst one of all—there’s an engine malfunction, the plane drops from the sky and falls into the vast ocean with no land in sight.
Even worse, none of the flotation seats work so we all drown while hungry sharks swim around us.
My heart sped up as I felt the plane advance.
Everything will be okay. Just breathe.
I inhaled, exhaled, and counted each breath that left my lips.
One. Two.
A funny sensation coursed through my legs.
Three. Four.
The plane took off, rising into the air.
“I’m an animal locked in your cage,” Black Moon Goddess sang. “The sensation that bubbles out before the rage.”
The sensation in my legs ceased.
My ears popped a little.
My heartbeat decreased to a steady pace.
“You are why I breathe. You are why I breathe.”
The fragrance of new leather mixed with vanilla filled the air. Even if I tried I couldn’t forget that scent.
Chase’s cologne.
I’d thought about it all last night as I replayed what he’d done with those magical fingers. His scent closed in and surrounded me.
Just breathe.
He had to be near me, if not right next to me.
“And I can’t take another breath unless I’m here with you.”
His soft fingers rubbed against the inner area of my wrist, delivering a thrill that flowed through my chest and warmed my skin. He tapped my wrist to get my attention.