Chapter Nineteen
Xia
Thirty minutes later, CDS entertainment cabin, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
“Little Dottie over there is the first potential.”Rex pointed to a brunette at the bar dressed in the tightest rubber suit Xia had ever seen.
Xia sighed, wishing Cheri hadn’t already been in the dungeon when she’d texted.She really needed that tequila.Studying the woman, her artistic eye catalogued details with ruthless precision.The red rubber suit hugged every curve like a jealous lover, managing to be both scandalous and somehow elegant.Little Dottie’s dark hair fell in glossy waves past her shoulders.Even from this distance, Xia could see the intelligence in those green eyes.
Freaking ferret dung...Damn it.
“You mean the one who looks like she made a pact with a vacuum sealer just to put her perfect little hot body on display?”Xia drawled, trying to mask her growing unease with sarcasm.
“Hmm.”Rex frowned as he perused the woman in question.“Since you added her to the new list, I assumed she either lost weight or her curves are strangled by that red rubber suit.”
Xia nearly choked on her drink.Holy bat dung, he was right.She had added Little Dottie to the list.After Rex had specifically asked for a new selection focusing on women with curves, she’d gone through the profiles in such a caffeine-fueled rage, she must have missed the obvious.The woman was exactly Rex’s type—if someone managed to peel her out of that rubber armor.
“Gmphf,” she snorted, mentally kicking herself.This was like handing a lion a steak and hoping it would choose to become vegetarian.Her plan to subtly sabotage the list backfired spectacularly.
“Since she’s hiding her curves, it makes me wonder if she’s overly sensitive about how she looks,” Xia attempted recovery, but her words tumbled out faster than her brain could filter them.“By squeezing into that tight suit, she’s trying to present someone who she isn’t.Makes me think she might be too reserved in the sack for you, Master R.Probably arranges her lingerie by color and saysoh myinstead offucking hell.”
“Says she who can’t even say the word cock,” he drawled dryly.“Reserved isn’t such a bad commodity, Angel.It offers Doms the opportunity to mold their submissive and to coax the real woman out that she hides deep within.That, love, is the kind of challenge Doms love.”
Well, of course it is, her mind growled.
He was still studying the brunette like she was a particularly fascinating puzzle to solve.Xia fought the urge to wave her hand in front of his face and yell, “Hello?Remember me?The woman who just gave you a mind-blowing blowjob during takeoff?”
But no, apparently that little episode had already been filed away in his mentalbeen there, done thatfolder, while she was still fighting phantom tastes of him on her tongue.Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the way he’d come apart under her touch.The raw power of bringing someone like Rex Oliver to his knees still sizzled through her veins.Yet, here he was, already moving on to the next phase of Operation Find the Perfect Mrs.Oliver, as if what happened between them was as forgettable as...as...as airplane peanuts!
Men.Sometimes I wonder if their emotional memory is inversely proportional to the size of their...er...ego.
“Over there in the corner is potential number two,” Rex said as he turned his gaze sideways.“Sub Peaches.”
“Because she smells like it or...”Xia’s words trailed off as she took in the blonde who seemed to have mistaken sensuality for oxygen—breathing it out with every movement.Of course, Rex would be drawn to her.The woman didn’t just walk, she prowled, as if she’d taken advanced classes in How to Make Men’s Heads Turn 101—and graduated summa cum laude.
Not classically beautiful, but there was something about her that demanded attention.Like a lightning storm—dangerous but impossible to look away from.Xia found herself staring longer than strictly necessary for her professional assessment.
“Or?Ah, yes.Hmm, now that is something I’m quite keen to find out.”
Xia’s attention snapped to Rex so fast, she nearly gave herself whiplash.“What?”
“Whether her intimate flavor tastes like peaches.”
“Oh, for the love of...This isn’t some adult version of Cinderella!”Xia spluttered, her face heating up.“She’s a real woman, not a fruit basket.No one naturally tastes like peaches.If she does, she’s using flavored oils, which, by the way...”She paused for dramatic effect, jabbing a finger toward his crotch.“Could give you a nasty rash on your lips and your...your...”
“My cock.”Rex supplied helpfully, looking far too amused.“Well, hex on you, Angel, for putting a damper on my excitement.”
Xia’s spirit soared like a laser-powered rocket.Finally!She’d managed to scratch one name off his list.She could almost taste victory...and it definitely didn’t taste like peaches.
“Either way.I’ll be slacking if I don’t explore the possibilities.Peaches definitely has potential, I would say.”
And just like that, her victory balloon deflated.The man was impossible.She’d just warned him about potential chemical burns in very sensitive places, and he was still ready to dive in tongue-first.At this rate, she would have better luck teaching a shark to juggle than getting Rex to cross names off his list.
