Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
With that, we both start laughing like hyenas because this entire situation is so insane. After all, I’m being flown to a new locale with the express intention of servicing a rich client for a week. I’m going to let him use my curves however he sees fit, and the truth is that I’m going to enjoy it too. After all, what most folks don’t realize is that I actually adore my line of work. Pleasing men is what my curves were built to do, and as long as no one gets hurt, then what’s the harm? The only problem is that I don’t know the true meaning of the word “harm” yet because a dangerous situation is coming my way … it just hasn’t shown its face.
2
SYDNEY
I step into the first class cabin on my plane to London, and let out a contented sigh while looking around because this seating area is definitely luxurious. We’re up by the front of the plane and everything’s done in a neutral color palette. The seats appear to be made of real leather, and they’re widely spaced with clever consoles on both sides, as well as swivel trays and miniature TVs that are sure to have all the latest entertainment offerings.
Giggling, I look around and of course, there’s an older woman on the other side of the plane shooting daggers at me, but I ignore her. I get it. Other ladies can get jealous and today, the envy’s going to turn them green because I’m wearing a tight white mini-dress with no bra underneath. As is my wont, I absolutely refuse to wear anything loose and unflattering at any time because as Mom always says, who knows who you’ll see when you go to the grocery store? The last thing I want is to find myself seated next to a gorgeous man for a six-hour flight while dressed in a sack. I’d be kicking myself with regret.
Plus, I’m not wearing panties today either. Usually, I do wear panties because my clients have a thing about them. They like slipping them down my thighs, or they enjoy pulling the gusset to the side to reveal my glistening pinkness. But since there won’t be any clients for the next five hours, I’ve gone commando and it feels so nice. There’s a breeze between my thighs as I sit and to be honest, the material’s almost at my waist because my skirt is so short. But it’s okay. I’ll just cover my lap with a blanket to keep things G-rated around here.
But right as I’m reaching for the blanket, a very handsome man boards the plane. His blue eyes gleam as he takes in my voluptuous figure, and just to tempt him a bit, I giggle soundlessly and subtly jiggle my tits, making them bounce. He stares just a moment too long before moving past me in the aisle, and it’s clear that he’s probably seated a few rows back.
Wow, who was that? I got a glimpse of a very tall, muscular man whose night-black hair almost brushed the ceiling of the cabin. He was in an expensive-looking suit that highlighted those broad shoulders and long, tree-trunk legs. Not only that, but the man had skin the color of mahogany, paired with bright blue eyes that stood out in contrast to the bronze of his skin. Mmm, yummy. Clearly, he’s a powerful businessman.
But there’s no time to wander by the handsome passenger with a wiggle of my hips because we’ll be taking off soon. Sure enough, within minutes, we’re up in the air and I sigh while closing my eyes. This is the life. The stewardess comes by with warm nuts and champagne, but oddly, I’m feeling very sleepy and decline before settling deeper into my plush seat.
But then, something rouses me from my catnap, and I stir. What was that? Is that shouting? Some huffed grunts? My eyes slowly open, and I’m a little annoyed because beauty sleep is very important to me, so what the hell is going on? But then loud, angry words are uttered and I twist around in my seat to look.
To my surprise, it’s the handsome man. His brows are drawn and that dark face is stormy with anger.
“The fuck?” he rasps. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
A stewardess comes rushing over, trying to calm him down, but it doesn’t work. As she flitters about, the dark man only seems to be getting angrier by the second, his brows lowering as his jaw tenses.
“Sir, please calm down,” she begs helplessly. “You’re disturbing the other passengers and causing a scene—”
But he cuts her off.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls.
Now a male flight attendant comes over, his face worried as he nervously tugs on his sweater vest.
“Sir, if you’ll just take your seat, I’m sure we can figure this out,” he says in a soothing voice.