CHAPTER THREE
SEBASTIAN
––––––––
Fucking airports.Fuckingqueues.Fucking...people.
I climb aboard the aircraft and nod at the smiling, hopeful flight attendant.
No thanks.
Yes, she’s gorgeous, but she’s also very aware of that fact, which means she’ll be a lazy fuck.Trust me, I know women.The more beautiful they are, the less they think they need to do to earn the orgasm.
It’s boring and I have zero interest.
Not that I go for average women, but I can’t argue when they get on their knees, they have some of the best mouths out there.
“Good morning, Mr.Remington,” Miss Flight Attendant purrs.
My cock twitches, tempted.
Nope.
I need sleep and have work to do when I wake up.It’s a nine-hour flight to New York and I intend to go over the financial report sent to me this morning and approve it.That’s if I can concentrate while sharing this aircraft with hundreds of other people.
Christ.
I hope this new PA works out.Kristen left a month ago and while HR was riding my ass to replace her, I was avoiding it.She worked for me for five years and was, in my opinion, irreplaceable.
Her fucking husband, Scott, knocked her up, and they decided she would be a stay-at-home mom once on maternity leave.
Which I fully support...unless it’s my PA.
I swear Kristen could read my mind.Before I asked for things, she’d done it.Whenever I needed her, she was available.
Much to Scott’s disgust.
