Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Again, I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing too loud.
“Man of my dreams!?” I ask him once I’ve got myself back under control. “So that’s who you are?”
Conrad nods confidently. “That’s right.” He gently takes my wrist and lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it gently on the back while holding his eyes on mine while I stare back at him wondering just where he came from and how I managed to get so lucky today.
“I want to stay here until we reach Los Angeles,” I whisper. “But if I don’t go back, Hannah’s going to wonder what I’m up to. I’ll get in trouble…”
“Hannah will get you in trouble? I think she’s the one getting in trouble here.” Conrad chuckles. I give him a questioning look and he winks back. “I mean, didn’t she spill a drink on the brand new, incredibly awesome flight attendant?”
“You’re too much,” I laugh as a thrust of lust pierces my stomach, filling my mind with all sorts of terrible ideas, none of which include going back to my duties. “I have to go back to work…but I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to either,” he tells me, running his fingers up my thigh. “You must have break time at some point, right?”
“A little.” I smile. “When the passengers are sleeping.”
“Come back then.”
God, the way he speaks to me—demanding things of me and expecting me to obey him. It’s just so hot.
“Okay,” I tell him as I force myself to stand and get off his lap. It has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. “But I really have to go now.”
“I know.” Conrad smiles. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay,” I tell him as I slip out the door and pull it shut behind me. Sleep time for the passengers can’t come fast enough.
4
Conrad
I don’t think she bought my lawyer explanation, and she was right not to. I don’t come off like a lawyer. Not by a long shot. I should have come up with something better, but I honestly was too distracted by everything else going on between us that I didn’t even think about it. Christ, I haven’t had my mind so off-kilter in…well I don’t even know a time I could point to when I felt like this.
When it comes to women, I’m able to keep myself in check—keep my emotions level, my impulses under control, and my actions disciplined. But then I got on this plane and laid eyes on Roxy, and all that went right out the window. I want to overpower her, dominate her, lay her down beneath me and have my way with her, but at the same time, I feel completely powerless against her simple powers of seduction just by being in her presence. She’s destroying all rationality I have, and I’m already thinking of how much of my life I could give up in order to be with her.
I could provide for her, get her off these planes and out of the sky and back down on solid ground with me where she belongs. She wouldn’t have to work a day for the rest of her life if she was with me, and that’s a thought I’ve never had with another girl. Christ, I even mocked other men who put themselves in similar positions. Now, in the blink of an eye, my whole attitude is changing.
This first-class chicken dinner is doing nothing to take the edge off the aching hunger in my stomach, a hunger I know has nothing to do with food and everything to do with her. Having her in my suite, on my lap, her soft body in my hands, and then having to let her go was the ultimate tease. My cock is still near rock hard and I’m overflowing with dissatisfaction just thinking about all the things I still have yet to do to her.
I honestly don’t know how she managed to make it this far in life without being claimed by another man, only to give herself over to me like that. I guess we were really just meant for each other. I’ve never been a believer in fate, but this certainly feels like it. Especially considering which flight she and I ended up meeting on…
I’ll have to explain everything to her, but when? I want to trust her, but it’s just too soon. If I spill the beans and she ends up blowing it, the whole operation will be ruined, and I just can’t risk that. There’s no telling where her loyalty lies at this point. No; better to wait until I’ve accomplished my mission and then lay it all on her when there’s no risk.
I finish my chicken and my drink, put my tray aside and recline back for the better part of an hour. When it’s getting close to the time that they’ll be dimming the rest of the cabin so people can get some sleep, I grab my tray and exit my suite, pretending to look for the trash when I know that I could just press the help button and have either Roxy or Hannah come and wait on me within seconds.