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She probably thinks she’s being cute. That her flirty, sexual service is what I expect of her.
But, in all honesty, I’d rather she left me alone. Women like her make me tired. Always looking for an angle.
No doubt, by the time the flights over, she’ll be telling me about how she’s always wanted to be a model or a singer, and how maybe, if I know anyone, I might be able to pass on her name.
I look out the window again, and then back at my phone. I should already be in the air. Should already be halfway to the studio. But, my assistant, Becky, called in sick, and I need someone to look after Aaron, my son, while I’m in the studio.
So here I am. Sitting in my private jet with a son who’d rather watch TikTok videos than talk to me. Waiting for my slimeball agent's assistant to turn up so I can get to work.
Then, just as I’m about to give up on waiting, a sleek black Mercedes pulls up next to the plane.
“About time!” I grumble under my breath.
The air hostess comes back with my glass of champagne and a hot towel. But I don’t hear what she says to me, because, as the words tumble out of her mouth, a woman steps onto the plane behind her.
And not just any woman. But the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her long, sandy blonde hair tumbles down around her shoulders. A set of full, pink lips steal my attention. My cock twinges with desire. Her wide, sensuous hips swing from side to side as she walks towards me. Hypnotizing me with their allure.
“Mr. Lennox?” she asks in a nervous, yet professional voice.
“Right,” I say, shaking my head. Trying to bring my mind back to reality. “And you must be…”
“Sydney.” She reaches out her hand and I shake it. Holding it for a second or two longer than is appropriate. Her soft skin makes my loins shudder, and as I look up into her stunning green eyes my heart skips a beat. “Gunther sent me. I hope I’m not late?”
“No,” I tell her, signaling for her to sit down on one of the chairs across the aisle from me. “You’re just on time.”
Fifteen minutes later, and we’re turning onto the runway. The aircraft starts to vibrate as we pick up speed. The overhead lights go off. The red lights on the ground beside us zoom past us in a beam of blurred color.
I take a look beside me and see Sydney with her eyes are clamped shut. Her knuckles white. She’s muttering something under her breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m fine,” she says, but from the tone of her voice, I can tell she’s anything but.
“Scared of flying?”
“Terrified,” she admits.
I undo my belt and take the seat beside her. She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Aren’t you meant to stay in your seat during takeoff?”
“This is my plane,” I tell her, taking her hand in mine. Her grip reminds me of when my ex-wife gave birth. Like she’s trying to break every bone in my fingers. But I make a point of not reacting to the pain. “I can pretty much do whatever I like. Now, put your head back and take a deep breath.”
She does as she’s told. The nose of the plane lifts of the ground. Five minutes of ascent follow.
Sydney keeps her eyes closed the whole time. Her legs tremble. She bites her bottom lip so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t draw blood.
I soothe her. Unable to take my eyes off of her intoxicating beauty. I hold her hand and tell her everything is going to be okay. And, for the first time in a long time, I actually mean it.
3
Sydney
My jawliterally hits the floor as I walk through the doors of the penthouse. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Priceless works of art litter the walls. Floor to ceiling windows on every side. The view across the city is enough to take my breath away.
I turn around to ask Aaron what he’d like to do, but he’s already slinked off to his bedroom. The sounds of engines revving and guns firing tell me he’s probably slouched in front of a TV playing video games.
