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She is asking questions now. I try my best not to bite her head off with my answers. Restraining myself, maintaining my composure, is taking all I’ve got. But then I saw the softness in her tone, the eagerness to learn. She wanted to know me. But why?
I’d had my fair share of pussy and soft skin. And the one thing society gets wrong about the fairer sex is that they’re some delicate, shrinking blossoms. In my experience I have not met any man whose power comes close to that of even the meekest woman.
A woman can bring a man to his knees with nothing but the flutter of eyelashes. And while my presence certainly seems to have its own effect on women, I know it doesn’t compare.
I’ve met some shrewd women, some truly brutal, cunning, deceitful women, and to be honest, it’s that experience, that power imbalance, that has long steered me away from relationships.
But I didn’t see any trace of any of those qualities in Harlee’s eyes. I saw someone. I saw a person. I saw curiosity. One who has… is that.. I saw it.
For a moment. I saw her eyelids flutter and a shadow passed over her face when I mentioned my father’s death. Do we relate? Do we have some form of grounds, from both our worlds, that we can link to?
Her dark eyes hid something, a past she never talks about. I bet, if I prodded hard and deep enough, I would find some a singular story with so many threads attached to it I might think it a web. A web of secrets, of a past and parts of a present she chooses to hide. I will tread carefully across these threads, and strangely enough, I wondered if at the center of it all, I’d find myself the spider or the fly.
My blood is up and coursing, hotter than before. I focus now, beyond my words, and on her body. The language has just flipped into another, and she was using the subtleties.
Her neck was exposed on purpose. She had tugged a few buttons loose, leaving it barely covered and her fingers absently fiddling with a necklace.
She knew what she was doing. I stopped talking and also leaned back in.
While she was speaking, I gazed at those pretty pink lips of hers and wondered how well she’d take my cock between them. I wondered if she’d ever been fucked this high up. Based on the awestruck expression on her face when she’d stepped onto the plane, I had the distinct impression this was her first private jet.
But that’s not to say she might not have joined the mile-high club another way. Had she ever tasted the high of an orgasm while cruising at altitudes only eagles can bear?
With our conversation having hit a lull, she opened some of her folders and started thumbing through the work, and the focus in her expression while she was taking notes was oddly sexy.
The ache in my cock was just begging me to make a move. I needed to make her scream. Now. Losing control, I got a grip on the leather and rose to my feet.
Harlee looked up at me with a puzzled expression, but before I could take another step or say a word, the PA system lit up.
“Mr. Jackson, we seem to have an issue,” the pilot cuts in.
I heaved a puff of hot air and exasperation, plopping back my seat and picking the phone fixed inside the wall; our one communication with Alfred.
“What is it?” I asked.
“There has been a nationwide quarantine lockdown in effect, orders from the White House.”
“Fuck,” I sighed, wondering how long this stupid thing would last.
I mentally looked over my schedule and thought of all the things I would have to rearrange. Hopefully this lockdown wouldn’t last and I’d be able to get back and back to business soon, but for the time being, there wasn’t much I could do but wait it out and do my best to work around it.
“The ranch, sir? We’re only about ten minutes out.”
Her right leg is crossed over the other and her eyes are back on the folder. Like nothing ever happened. For a brief moment, I wondered if we could make it back, avoid getting stuck out here, but then it hit me.
I could have Harlee all to myself, and not just for three measly days. This could be a while, and I can think of plenty of ways she could…assist me.
“Yeah,” I answered finally, “The ranch is as good a place as any right now. Radio in and let them know we’re almost home.”
“Done.”
I clicked the phone back in its place and sighed. She looked up at me with interest.
“What is it?”
“We are going to have a little detour,” I chuckled. “It seems fate has something more in store for our trip.”
