It’s sweet, and it feels good to do something helpful in the world. To also protect my girl, not that she is.
In any way.
I place a blanket over her, sliding a lock of hair from her wetcheek. I then cup her cheek and crouch. We share a look, and I try to smile. “You did good, now rest.”
Walking into the cabin, I get down to business. I get us in the air, and when at the correct altitude, I turn on autopilot.
I return to Samantha with a drink and crouch back at her side. She still looks shaken, so I ask her to drink. She shakes her head, and I don’t like it. “No, you need to hydrate,” I say, using my deep voice.
Samantha rubs her eyes, and her nose crinkles in a cute way. “Don’t use your sexy voice on me. It’s confusing.”
“That was my 'listen to me' voice, not sexy.”
“It’s the same, silly.”
“Really?” I ask, running my hand through her messy hair.
“Really,” she says, looking mousy and kissable.
I want to hold her in my arms. And I want to hold her tight. I know it will help her, but it will complicate. Complicate like all F. “Drink!” I command her.
“No!”
“You really need to drink,” I say, sighing. She looks low on energy, and she looks down. She needs water. “Do not make me spank you!” I say playfully.
My stupid idea backfires, and she raises a playful brow.
“And no, that was not a fucking offer,” I say before I pause. “And no, there is no such thing as a fucking offer!”
“There so is,” she says, sitting up and sighing. “I know because you gave me one once. And it was good. No. It was amazing.”
I stand up and look down at her, my hands on my hips. I shake my head, then walk to the bags and boxes down the back. They are the ones I ordered from my team.
I start to pull out treats, and I put them on the table near her. “If you won’t drink or sleep, you should make yourself useful. Fly or make a picnic.”
We share a look, and she seems to be in better spirits. “Whatcha got?”
“Things,” I say, pulling caviar, nuts, fruit, salmon, and cheeses out. Samantha stands and stretches like a sexy kitten. It’s hard and being so close to her is confusing. It is also starting to do my head in.
She leans on me casually, looking down at the big pile of goodies. She then pushes me towards the cabin. “Okay. Go. And put some music on. You fly. I’ll be picnic person. Snacks in five.”
We landat the small South Hampton airport, and I relax, knowing the finance is in place. We shower at the airport and the facility is world-class. It should be. They charge enough for the landing and refueling.
I prepare for my short meeting in the jet, and it will be here because I want privacy. Privacy with Troy and Rhett, who are now back on this coast.
We have last-minute details to discuss and agree upon, and they are hinged. Hinged to the new finance and billions. I also need one of them to go to Tokyo to close with the Japanese I’ve been warming up.
All three of us have slightly colorful pasts. We have all fucked a lot of women, and we have all been playboy billionaires. Japanese corporations, on the other hand, are conservative and play the long game.
They will likely only close on a deal if they know the future is stable, and with a so-calledmature media tycoon.
Not a player, and not aplayboy.
Convincing the Japanese we are suitable, we are stable, and we are conservative as a conglomerate and team is key to us buying their entertainment business.
The overall deal should make me another clean billionyear one if we pull it off. In the long term, it should make me another ten to twenty billion.
I have invested a huge amount of time and energy in this, and I need the Japanese deal.
