Page 17 of Sweetest Sin
After the other attendants and I do the final cabin check, the pilot announces that we’ll be taking off shortly, and we have a seat in the jump seats for takeoff.
Where I’m sitting, I have the perfect view of Dominick, who is staring at me. His gray eyes are filled with lust, and the way he’s eye-fucking me has my thighs clenching in need. If I could orgasm from a look alone, I’d be damn close to screaming his name in pleasure. And if he can cause all this from just a look, I can’t even imagine what he might do in the bedroom when he could actually touch me.
Once the plane is in the air, I stand and start to make my rounds, asking everyone what they’d like to drink. It takes awhile before I get to Dominick, but when I do, instead of asking him, I bring him an old-fashioned and set it on his armrest. I’ve noticed that every time he flies, he never has anybody next to him, and when I double-check, I see that he paid for two seats.
“Thank you,” he says, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes locked on me. “I didn’t see thepiloton this flight. Did he finally heed my warning?”
At his words, my heart stills and then kicks into overdrive. I was worried that he’d had something to do with Dale’s death, but if he’s asking about Dale, that means he doesn’t know what happened, right?
“Actually,” I say, leaning in so nobody will overhear, “he was found dead last night.”
Dominick’s brows kiss his forehead.
“Apparently, his guilt caused him to commit suicide.”
He nods in understanding. “You don’t feel guilty for that, do you?”
When I shrug, unsure how I feel, he adds, “He was married with three children, Peyton. From what you told me, rather than being faithful to the woman he’d made vows to, he used his power to take advantage of women, such as yourself. If his guilt caused his death, that’s on him, not you.”
He’s right. I know he is, and I’ll accept that, but it’s going to take time.
“Can I get you anything else?” I ask him, standing up straight and changing the subject.
“Not unless you’re on the menu,” he says, eyeing me up and down with a smirk that has my lady parts tingling in want.
If I wasn’t sure what his intentions were regarding showing me the sights, my thoughts have now been confirmed. He wants me. In his bed. For one night. And then we’ll go our separate ways. Even though I’ve never done this before, I am completely on board.
“Unfortunately for you, I’m not on the menu,” I tell him, hiding my own smirk as I turn to walk away.
Before I can get too far though, his fingers wrap around my wrist, and he pulls me toward him. I fall into the empty seat next to him, and he leans in, his lips brushing my ear.
“I beg to differ,” he murmurs. “I think you’re not only on the menu, but when I lay you out on the bed later, I’m also going to find that you’re soaking wet and ready for me to feast on your cunt.”
I open my mouth to argue, but before I can get a word in edgewise, he continues, “Before you try to deny it, I saw the way your thighs clenched as you watched me while the plane was taking off. You didn’t have to say a word for me to know you were imagining me making you come. The only question is, how were you envisioning it? Did I use my tongue, fingers, or cock?” When I don’t respond, my labored breathing making it hard to speak, he chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry, Peaches. Tonight, I plan to use all three.”
He lets go of my wrist, sits back, and goes about typing on his laptop, like he just asked me about the damn weather instead of telling me what he’s going to do to me later in detail.
The rest of the flight, I keep busy, trying to avoid Dominick, and by the end, when all the passengers have disembarked, I realize he didn’t try to speak to me again and he got off without letting me know where to meet him.
Maybe he was just messing with me.
Since the flight back to Coral Bay doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning, the airline booked us rooms at the hotel near the airport. After finishing up our duties, we head out, and I’m about to tell Ericka that I’ll join her and the rest of the crew at the beach when I spot Dominick leaning against the wall, his eyes trained on me, with a small carry-on next to him.
Unlike every other time I’ve seen him—dressed sharply in a business suit—he’s dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a navy-blue collared shirt, making him look like he’s about to dominate the golf course instead of the boardroom. Both looks are different yet equally mouthwatering. He’s wearing a chunky, expensive-looking watch, and he’s sporting a few-days-old stubble. When I get to his feet, I can’t help but smile at his white leather sneakers. They’re so clean, and they look new. I wonder if he had to buy clothes since he hadn’t planned on coming to the DR.
Wordlessly, I follow him through the airport, customs, and security. It isn’t until after I tell Ericka I’m going to do my own thing and she takes off that Dominick approaches me.
“I thought you’d never be alone,” he says, threading his fingers through mine and guiding us to a black town car.
“Mr. Antonov?” the gentleman standing outside it says, tipping his hat.
“Sí, gracias,” Dominick says, handing him our luggage and then opening the door for me.
I get in, and after he speaks to the driver in Spanish for a few moments, he slides in next to me. He types away on his phone for several minutes, and I start to wonder if this is how it’s going to be all day—him working and giving me his leftover time—when he pockets his phone and looks at me, finally giving me his attention.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “While I’m here, I have to meet with a business associate to go over some contracts, but once that’s out of the way, I’m all yours.”
“Okay. If you want to drop me off at the hotel …”
