Page 51 of The Game Changer

“I’m the one who rescued him, buys him all his special treats, scoops his poop. You’d think all of that would be worth something,” she huffs out, but I can hear the playfulness in her voice. She isn’t mad at all, just perplexed with how he’s taken to me.

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“Did you really buy us first class seats?” Jill asks after I hand her a boarding pass.

“Yep.”

“But it’s only a one-hour flight,” she points out.

“I know, but, honey, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a short man. Sitting in coach isn’t comfortable for me. Don’t worry, the cost of these two tickets didn’t set me back much. I’ve dropped more money on skates than I paid for them.”

“Okay, but just know I don’t expect you to pay for extravagant things for me.”

“Let me worry about what’s extravagant and what isn’t. Plus, I’m pretty sure it’s in the boyfriend handbook somewhere that says, ‘boyfriend must spoil girlfriend as often as possible to keep her happy and the blowjobs aplenty’.”

She smacks me in the chest with the back of her hand. “Johnathan,” she hisses my name. “You can’t say shit like that in public. There could be little kids around,” she says, looking around for them. A few are about twenty feet away from us, but with the noise of the airport, it isn’t like they heard me.

“Why not?” I play dumb. “Are you saying that I’m wrong?” I raise an eyebrow in question as I look at her.

“That’s beside the point,” she tells me as we near the security checkpoint.

“We get to go into that line,” I say, tugging on her hand to point her in the direction of the first-class line. “Perks of having a first-class ticket, we don’t have to wait in that long line.”

“Well, that almost makes it worth the added cost,” she says as we wind our way through the line to the security checkpoint. We hand over our passes and IDs, getting waived through right away. I’m so used to flying in the team’s jet, and security for those is so much different than when you fly commercial. Thankfully, we make it completely through the checkpoint quickly, gathering our things on the other side.

“Would you like to grab a quick bite to eat and drink before it’s time to board?” I ask as we make our way down the concourse.

“Yes, I’m starving. With leaving early today, I didn’t have much time to eat a full lunch.”

We stop at a bar, finding a small two-person table along the wall of windows that looks out on some gates. The server stops a minute or so after we sit down, taking our drink and appetizer order as we look over the menus that were stashed on the table.

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Jill asks, once the server steps away.

“I figured after breakfast we could head over to my mom’s place. As long as the weather holds out, I thought we could take her with us as we explore. I wanted to take you to some of the traditional tourist attractions, although I plan to wait to take you to the Arch until right before it closes. Watching the sunset from the observation area is probably the best thing about it.”

“I can’t wait! I’m so excited to meet your mama.”

“She’s excited to meet you,” I tell her, reaching out to lace our fingers together as we sit across from one another. The table is small enough that our knees touch underneath it.

“When are we getting together with Cindi and fam?” she asks as our server drops off our drinks. I watch as her lips wrap around the straw in her daiquiri, my cock stirring in my shorts as if she was wrapping them around it instead, just like she did this morning before we got out of bed for her to rush off to work.

“Hello, earth to John,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of my face when I don’t answer her.

I shake my head, trying to shake the visual from this morning to vacate my mind. “Sorry, what did you ask?”

She just looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and I think she might be right. “I asked when we were getting together with Cindi and fam,” she repeats her question.

“Tomorrow afternoon. I think we’re going to have dinner together. I offered to take everyone out to dinner somewhere nice, yet a place that will have something that Mason will like.”

“Sounds good. Does that mean that we’ll do the Arch at sunset another night?” she asks.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe Sunday night, but we’ll see how things are going and I’ll check the weather once we’re there.”

“I can’t wait!” she exclaims just as our appetizers are set down on the table. We didn’t really have enough time to order more than one course tonight before our flight is scheduled to take off, but this will be sufficient until we make it to our hotel and can grab something else in the hotel bar or from room service.

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“Johnathan!” Jill says my name on a gasp as we walk through the door to the suite I booked us for the weekend. “This is too much!” she says, walking right to the wall of windows that overlook the city. You can see the Arch in the distance, all lit up in the dark sky.

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