“It looks like you’re my new husbandandmy new boss.”
I grab her hand and interlace our fingers together, boring my eyes into hers.
“Fair warning, I’m as much of a demanding boss as I am a husband.” I arch a brow. “You’ll be evaluatednightlyon your daily performance to determine if you deserve my tongue, fingers, or cock. On days you impress me, you’ll get all three. If you blow my mind, you’ll get a good spanking before I allow you to ride my cock.”
Her cheeks bloom into a bright shade of pink.
“Now, let’s talk about my other expectations.”
Over the next hour, I brief her on our hotels. She listens intently. I keep it specific to the Pompadour brand so as not to overwhelm her. Her position is nothing she hasn’t done before, and I’m certain she’ll ace it. We end our meeting as dinner arrives. The food is excellent, as always––another perk of having your own jet. The meal ends with more champagne and a remarkable array of scrumptious French desserts.
“The champagne is going straight to my head,” Michaela says. “I blame the altitude for feeling this light-headed. I didn’t drink that much, did I?”
“This is our second bottle.”
She giggles. “That explains it.” She drops her glass on the table.
I follow her lead.
Her eyes roam the space before meeting mine. “I can’t believe you have a bedroom at the back of this plane.”
“These seats are comfortable to sleep in, but the bed comes in handy.”
“I see.” Her eyes roam again. “I guess if you were to join the Mile High Club you wouldn’t get into hot water or legal trouble since you own the plane.”
That gets my attention. “What are you suggesting?”
She shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Do you want an introduction to the club, kitten?”
“I was making conversation,” she says in a dismissive tone.
I study her.
She kicked off her high heels a long time ago.
She traded the long maxi dress she was wearing this morning for a short flirty one.
I’m quite partial to this one.
She rubs her bare legs together and bites against her lower lip.
If that isn’t an invitation, I don’t know what is.
“Have you ever…”
The sexual tension crackles between us.
I bring my lips to her ear. “Have I ever fucked a woman on this plane?”
“Yes.”
“The answer is no. This is a company plane. My father, brothers, and our vice presidents use it. Everything that happens on board is strictly business.”
“I see,” she says.
She stares out the window, but she keeps rubbing her legs together.
