Page 5 of Sweetest Sin
Her hair, which is up in a tight ponytail, is fiery red and matches the color of her plump lips, which are shiny, like she recently applied lip gloss. Her makeup is done to perfection. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lashes are thick.
There’s a fine line between a woman who uses makeup to highlight her beauty and one who’s trying to create it. I have no doubt this woman is naturally gorgeous, and the makeup only enhances that.
My eyes trail down her face to her slim neck and then to her rounded breasts, which are accentuated by her formfitting button-down blouse. I continue my descent to her long, shapely legs and stop at her black heels, which I imagine her still wearing as I fuck her against the wall in the private restroom on the plane.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, quickly ending my fantasy and reminding me where I am—on a commercial flight.
I glance up, and her cheeks have turned a beautiful peach shade, the same color as the flowers my mom keeps all over the house.
Peaches and cream,she calls them—the bouquets filled with white and peach roses.
In our world, it’s easy to get sucked into the dark, so Mom fills the house with flowers, swearing they help keep the light in.
“Are you okay, Mr. …”
“Dominick.” I chuckle. “And I think I should be asking you that.”
She might be five foot eight, give or take an inch or two, but she’s got nothing on my six-foot-three self, especially since I have a good fifty pounds of muscle on her.
“I’m okay,” she breathes, stepping into the aisle. “I’m just so sorry.” She laughs, and the melodic sound—as enchanting as her eyes—goes straight to my cock.
“It’s all good,” I tell her, glancing up at the row designation and realizing we fell into my assigned seat. “I needed to sit anyway. And if one of the perks of flying commercial is having a beautiful woman fall into my lap, I might need to stop flying private.”
She snorts out a laugh and rolls her eyes. “I haven’t heard that pickup line before,” she says, narrowing her gaze at me. “So, I’ll give it an eight for originality and the fact that you came up with it so quickly.”
She moves to the side so the other passengers can get down the aisle and flips through the papers in her hand. “Dominick Antonov?” she asks, her tone all business.
When I raise a questioning brow, she says, “You said this is your seat, and since I have the seating chart for those in business class …”
It’s then I realize that the woman didn’t appear out of nowhere. She was coming out of the galley … because she’s a flight attendant.
“That’s me,” I say, waiting for her to recognize my name and react.
The second a woman learns who I am, she either retreats in fear or dollar signs appear in her eyes, like a slot machine at a casino, hoping that with one pull, she’ll hit the jackpot.
But the recognition from this woman doesn’t come. Not the fear or the attraction. If she does know who I am, she’s doing a damn good job of hiding it.
“I’m Peyton,” she says with a smile that causes twin dimples in her cheeks to pop out, adding to her beauty. “I’m your flight attendant today. So, if you need anything, please let me know.”
Normally, I would assume those words held an insinuation somewhere in there, but this woman has transformed from embarrassed to professional in the blink of an eye.
“Can I get you something to drink? A glass of champagne or …”
“An old-fashioned, please,” I tell her. “Kingston Limited Black Label.”
“Unfortunately, we don’t carry Kingston on this flight,” she says, “but I can make it with Maker’s Mark.”
I’m about to argue that Kingston is definitely kept in stock—I make sure of it—when I remember once again that I’m not on our private plane.
“That would be great. Thanks.”
She nods and turns, and I can’t help but lean to the side so I can watch as she walks away, her luscious ass swaying in her tight skirt as she goes.
Peyton returns a few minutes later, places a napkin on my armrest, and then sets my drink down.
“For the record,” she says, her voice low and her green eyes filled with mirth, “I prefer Kingston as well. It goes down smooth.”
Well, fuck me sideways, maybe there is hope for me fucking her against the wall in the restroom on this flight.
