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Still feeling guilty, I take her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading her to her seat. This woman in front of me is a mystery in herself.
I’m still mildly shocked she didn’t squeal at the sight of the private jet. Clearly, it’s going to take a lot more than money and fancy gifts to keep her in my life. I smile at the possibilities.
The flight takes off safely, and I unbuckle my seatbelt. Wanting to make the most of our time together, I suggest: "Why don't we enjoy ourselves while we're here? I know things didn't start as planned, but we can still create some beautiful memories."
Her curiosity piqued, she tilts her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Fine. I could let the surprise pass this time around. What do you have in mind?"
I grin and stride over to the sleek bar that lines one side of the jet, reaching for a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. The golden liquid catches the light as I deftly uncork it, releasing a satisfying pop that fills the cabin. The bubbles fizz and dance in the air, their aroma tickling our senses.
"Let's toast to new beginnings," I suggest, pouring the champagne into two elegant flutes and handing her one. Our fingers brush against each other as she takes the glass, a spark of electricity passing between us.
"New beginnings," she echoes, raising her glass. We clink them together, the crystal chiming like music, and take a sip of the drink. As the champagne flows down our throats, I see the tension ease from Romola's shoulders, her body relaxing into the seat.
“You know,” I say as the champagne begins to hit me. “You are a difficult woman to please.”
“Or perhaps you’ve only been with women who fawn over you,” she retorts, swigging down her champagne. I watch with amusement and refill her glass.
“Well, there’s a lot to fawn over,” I motion towards my suit with a devilish grin. Romola chuckles, shaking her head in mock disbelief.
"You certainly have a way with words, Fiero," she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I've had my fair share of smooth talkers, believe me."
“Oh yeah?” I ask, curious. “Tell me about it. How many of them did you fall in love with?”
“I think the question you need to ask is, how many of them fell in love with me?”
Romola smiles mysteriously, her eyes glinting with mischief. She takes another sip of the champagne, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she speaks.
"Let's just say, Fiero, that love is a complicated dance. Sometimes, the steps are right, but the partners are all wrong," she muses.
“And I? Are we taking the right steps? Are we the right partners for … this dance?” I ask a loaded question.
“For that,” she winks at me, lightening the mood. “You’d have to show me your moves.”
“Show you my moves. You challenge me?”
She simply tilts her head and licks her lips.
Damn it, I feel as high as we’re up above the earth. I’m floating in the sky, I’m heading for a crash; all because of how she’s looking at me.
Without breaking eye contact, I rise from my seat and move closer to Romola. The air between us crackles with seedy desire, and I settle down next to her. Slowly, I place a blanket over her lap and murmur. “Let’s watch a movie, shall we?”
“A movie?” she screeches, utterly confused.
I laugh on the inside. She has no idea what’s coming her way. I put on the movie, poured her another glass of champagne, and proceeded to place my hand on her thigh under the blanket.
She thinks nothing of it as I inch up her upper thigh and slowly trace circles on her skin. She gets into the movie we’re watching, and then I ask if she’d like more champagne.
I already know that the bottle is over and that she’d want more.
When she says yes, I quickly press the button to call my private attendant, and then I make my move. Slowly, I reach up even higher on her thighs and slide my fingers through the strap of her panties. She gasps and looks up at me in shock.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, eyes darting around us at the empty plane.
“This,” I say, taking on her previous challenge to show her my moves and immediately testing to part her legs with my hand. She blushes, but doesn’t resist and I grin. I lean over to give her a quick kiss and slowly insert my finger in her pussy.
The sudden intrusion catches her off guard, but Romola can't deny the electric jolt that runs through her body. The champagne has given her wings, and I am the wind beneath her.
I haven't gone in too deep, but she can feel the tip of my finger exploring her wetness. She blushes but doesn’t resist, and I grin. as if charting an unexplored territory.
