Page 53 of Billionaire Devil

“If you think I’m getting on a plane, you’re dreaming.”

“Sit up and drink your coffee. We’ll discuss this as soon as your brain has rebooted.”

The coffee smells good. It’s the only reason I obey him.

He helps me lean against several uber-soft pillows and he hands me a steaming cup of black coffee, just the way I like it. “Thanks.”

It’s only then, as I feel the stickiness of my hands and my chin, that I remember.

Holy shit. I gave him a seriously horny blow job last night and he came all over my face. I drank as much of him as I could, in lusty mouthfuls. That was right after he gave me three orgasms in a row. With his mouth.

I mean, there’s no point being embarrassed. In fact, I feel…reborn. To be perfectly honest, I feel better than I ever have in my goddamn life.

I take a sip of coffee. He’s even added half a sugar.

“Your hair looks like a bird’s nest,” he comments. “A very sexy one.”

“You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“Of course I am.” I swear his eyes actually twinkle. “Now, hear me out. I chartered us a Gulfstream because itwas too short-notice to get one of ours from New York. If we drive, we’ll have to stop for a night in Nowheresville, Kansas. It’s a twenty hour drive. Or, we partake on the king-sized bed in the luxury jet I’ve booked us, get served lunch on the way and arrive in just under five hours. Then we get two nights in Aspen instead of one.”

As if.

“You’re going to love Aspen,” he adds.

“I can’t.”

He’s not deterred at all. “Did you know that your chances of dying in a car accident are roughly one in a hundred and seven? Your chance of dying in a plane crash are one in eleven million. And private jets are even safer than commercial jets because they have to adhere to stricter safety protocols and they have fewer touchpoints.”

“Is that true? One in a hundred and seven?”

“The RV is a veritable death trap compared to the Gulfstream. Plus you’re going to be busy having more orgasms so you won’t be paying attention to us being off the ground.”

I blink at him, ignoring the orgasms comment for now. I’m more concerned with the being off the ground part.

“You were prepared to drive across the country alone in a Toyota that barely runs, Bailey. Let’s be a tiny bit realistic about what the safer option is here.”

I barely shrug. I wasn’t aware of those statistics. And he’s right that my Toyota’s odds of breaking down along theway were extremely high. Definitely higher than one in eleven million.

“Is that a ‘yes, guru, I’m considering taking your very sound advice and I’d rather get to Aspen in five hours instead of twenty’?”

I take another sip of coffee. “It’s a maybe.”

“Why are you scared of flying?”

It’s a good question. “I don’t know. I’ve never been on a plane before. It just seems scary to be way up in the air like that.”

“So you have no actual reason to be scared.”

“Thatisan actual reason. It’s unnatural. It’s a metal tube that propels itself through thin air at high speeds.”

“So’s a Toyota.”

“Except for the thin air part.”

“You can’tcrashinto air.”

“You can crash into the ground!”

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