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Chapter 22
MIGUEL
No one looked better in the family jet than Judith, dressed for comfort in a stylish off-the-shoulder shift and a wide-brimmed hat. Miguel would have his mouth all over those delicious shoulders by now, but Judith looked like she was off in her own world. Maybe she had airplane jitters.I can think of a few ways to soothe those.He’d wait until they were airborne.
“We’ll be departing in about ten minutes, Mr. Bolivar… Miss…”
“King,” Judith supplied to the flight attendant. “And thank you.”
Miguel chuckled at how well she handled staff.Of course she does. She’s a woman used to some means by now.He wanted to reach over and stroke that soft skin exposed in her shift, but she was too far away. “It’s an eight hour flight,ma cherie.” Somehow he had taken to using French, the language of love. Usually Miguel avoided the language unless he had to use it. Spanish or English was much more natural. Yet Judith had surprised him with her limited language skills that she had picked up from clients over the years. Soon she would be worldlier than him. “Soon enough we’ll be in Monaco.”
Three months ago Miguel would have never guessed he would be taking one of his paid girlfriends back home with him. Yet when Monica offered him this opportunity to spend some quality time with Judith, he took it. After all, this was the woman he claimed to love in the middle of heated passion. For the few subsequent weeks in which he played a mad dash between Monaco and America, having little time to see his new beloved let alone bid on her beauty, Miguel thought long and hard about how he really felt about her. After a while, he was able to convince himself that it was nothing more than his cock telling stories. Then he saw her again. The moment Judith was in his sight, his heart knew.
That fucking bastardlove.
She was standoffish at the moment, but Miguel had every reassurance that she would be his when they landed in Nice, France. From there it would be endless luxury for two nights and three glorious days. Miguel didn’t even have to work. This was purely a pleasure trip to show Judith what he offered.
Who knew what that other guy had done to woo her. For all Miguel knew, his rival for Judith’s permanent affections was Bill Gates himself.
He was ready to be chatty during the flight, but Judith conked out asleep before they even reached maximum altitude. If Miguel wanted to talk to someone, he needed to get on his phone. Who would he call? It was the wrong time zone everywhere in the world.
The only way to amuse himselfandkeep Judith comfortable was to slide over to her side of the plane and wrap his arms around her. “Mi amour,” he growled into her ear. Good, his brain finally abandoned French.That’ll change when we land in France.Until then? His real language of love. “No, don’t wake up. You can sleep.”
“Good,” she mumbled. “Because I was up really late last night.”
He didn’t ask for an explanation. He knew what she did for a living. “Sleep well, then. You’ll be refreshed for when we land.
What Miguel didn’t count on was falling asleep next to her. He never fell asleep on planes. Yet having her by him let him drift off to a void of comfort.
They landed in Nice late in the afternoon. Judith didn’t need to be told to wait for immigration to board the plane. This was probably old hat for her, in a way. Not her first international pony show with a billionaire, anyway.I really have my work cut out for me.She was, however, gasping at the sight of a helicopter awaiting them as soon as they got off the plane.
“What? You thought we were going todrive?” Miguel put his hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the helicopter. “You ever been in a helicopter before?”
Her grin was the first since that morning. “No!”
“Finally! A first for her!”
They were helped aboard and situated. This was the usual life for Miguel, who took a helicopter from Nice to Monaco and vice versa whenever the weather permitted, but fuck it. Seeing Judith’s face lighting up from the renewed sense of adventure made him happy as well.
“Oh my God,” she leaned in to whisper, even though Miguel could barely hear her over the roar of the blades whipping overhead. “The pilot ishot.”
His hand searched for her thigh beneath that baggy shift. “Not as hot as you, I assure you.”
“Yes, yes, you are so straight.” Still grinning, Judith sat back in her seat and held on to the handlebar above her head as the helicopter lifted up into the air. After their stomachs settled, she cried, “How do you say ‘let’s have a threesome’ in French?”
Miguel was glad their pilot didn’t speak English.He might think he gets a piece of this tonight.He made sure to squeeze Judith’s leg when the pilot looked back at them.
It was a clear, beautiful evening as they flew from one port to the other. Miguel didn’t have the heart to tell hisamourthat the trip was a mere seven minutes long – she was so jubilant, plastered to the window and staring at the cerulean blue Mediterranean waters below. France slowly drifted away, replaced by sloping hillsides and large, white cruisers that belonged to some of the richest men in Europe. Miguel tried to recognize some of them, but they were too far away to make out details.
“Is that it?” Judith cried, pointing to an expensive settlement next to a marina. “Looks smaller…”
“No. That’s not it.” He jerked his thumb to his window. “That’sMonaco.”
Judith almost raised the pilot’s ire by straining against her seatbelt and leaning over Miguel’s lap.Finally. I have her in my lap.He put a firm hand on her to hold her in place. The pilot said nothing, not even in French.
“Oh myGod!It’s gorgeous!”
Miguel had taken his fair city – and country – for granted since growing up there. Now he looked at it through Judith’s fresh eyes, taking in contemporary resorts and centuries old apartment buildings. Tomorrow he would give her a real tour. For now, he was content to point and say, “There is the Cathedral… yes, where Grace Kelly is buried. There’s the palace. The Princes of Monaco have lived there for 700 years. There’s a museum… and yes, there’s my apartment. You can’t see it, but I know which one it is.” He laughed. “Great view of my boat right there!”
