Page 9 of Possess Me
I froze, the immediate thumping of my heart unusual.
I’d yet to turn around and her voice captivated me. Sultry and deep, the inflections created a sense of excitement.
When I turned to face her, I froze, allowing my gaze to fall slowly to her feet. Afterwards, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as an image floated into my mind. How ridiculous. No. They weren’t the same. My God. I’d been working too many hours. When I opened my eyes again, I took a second, more labored deep breath, still caught off guard by her stunning beauty.
Even though she was dressed in blue trousers and a crisp white shirt meant for a man, the fit was perfectly tailored to accentuate her voluptuous breasts and slender waist. With her standing in heels, we almost stood eye to eye. She had a strong jawline, aristocratic features, and blonde hair kissed by the sun.
What captured my full attention were her luminous eyes, pools of green surrounded by gold so brilliant they took my breath away. Almost the same. Almost…
Get your shit together, Viss. She isn’t Megan.
No, she wasn’t, but she was another aristocratic beauty that had caught me by surprise.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was stunned into silence. When had that happened?
No, I did remember when. Fifteen years, four months.
“Mr. Dmitriyev. Are you alright? Do I need to bring you a cool beverage? Some oxygen? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She took a step closer, her body immediately tensing from concern. Her eyes slowly fell down the length of my body, the slight twitch in one eyebrow providing an indication she appreciated what she saw.
A ghost. She had no idea how close she was to the truth.
The drag of the tip of her tongue across her lush bottom lip was another sign of her interest.
My, oh my, the filthy thoughts that drifted through my mind.
Wow. I was completely shocked by my reaction. It had been so long I was amused with myself.
The evil man inside wanted nothing more than to demand she bring me a glass of bubbly followed by dropping to her knees to satisfy my sadistic urges. Well, fuck. The random thoughts weren’t usual even for me.
Her offer of oxygen sounded tempting, but only if given mouth to mouth. I sensed the captain had an inkling of what I was thinking given the faint blush forming on both cheeks.
“No. I’m fine, but thank you for asking. As far as a drink, I can certainly prepare one for myself.” I kept my stare for an inappropriate amount of time, which prompted her to touch the wings on her lapel.
“Well, I aim to please.” She laughed, her brows instantly furrowing. “With the flight, of course.”
“The flight.” Mmm… My cock twitched. At least I knew I was still alive.
She cocked her head. When she spoke, her voice was pushed slightly on edge. “I’m sorry. I thought someone called you that I’d be replacing Captain Collins for your trip. I apologize if you weren’t notified. I assure you I’m highly qualified to be your pilot.”
There was a little wildcat in her. Something I craved.
Something that… No, I refused to be driven into even a moment of the past. Not now.
“Your credentials I don’t doubt in the least. Jeff called me himself from the hospital sharing the news.”
Her face registered instant annoyance. “Damn him. He would do that and completely against doctor’s orders. What was he thinking?” Her words highlighted their obvious friendship. Or was there more? Hmmm… Almost immediately, she stiffened as if the hired help didn’t get to have an opinion.
Who the hell had she worked for up to now?
“I’m sorry about the outburst. Jeffrey is… a friend, Mr. Dmitriyev.”
A friend. Something stirred deep inside. Jeffrey had been keeping secrets.
“No need to be sorry, Captain. Good friendship is worth its weight in gold and you’re right, he’s stubborn.”
“Yes, he is.” She gave me a nod as if dismissing herself, a sense of relief crossing her face. “We’ll be ready to take off in a few minutes.”
“Thank you for filling in at such short notice. I assure you that your generosity won’t go unnoticed.” Christ. I made it sound like she was my servant. Another filthy thought was right there in the forefront of my mind. Yeah, a couple of days off certainly wouldn’t hurt.
