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“You can’t keep trying to pay for me,” Rena said.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to. I earn more than enough to afford my own clothes.”
It irritated me that she wasn’t willing to accept me showering her with gifts. I wanted to spoil her. She was my mistress, of sorts, and that meant I wanted to spend money on her. But she didn’t want any of it.
“Come on,” I said. “At least one thing.”
Rena shook her head. “I’m here to take care of my mood. I told you, retail therapy. Accepting gifts from you isn’t going to make me feel a hell of a lot better, is it?”
“I was hoping it would,” I said.
Rena shook her head again. “Thank you, Brent. But I don’t want your money.”
I didn’t understand what she was trying to say to me. Everyone always wanted my money. What made Rena so different? She knew how much I had, more than anyone else. She was fucking me. I had thought she would at least take my money when I offered it to her, if not try to get it out of me. But she wasn’t like the other women I had been with. The more time I spent with her, the more I got to know her. And I liked every single thing I’d learned about her. I couldn’t believe she had worked for me for a year and only now was I seeing who she really was.
But then, I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to her before. I’d done my work, and she had seen to it that I had everything I needed.
I smiled. In a way, she was doing that now, too.
“I’m going into that tech shop over there,” I said when we walked toward the next stop. “Call me when you’re done.”
Rena nodded, and we split up for a while. When Rena was done with her shopping, she called me. I had studied the products on the market and found I was way ahead of what was readily available over the counter. We headed back to the hotel to collect our bags, and the car took us to the airport.
We were seated in first class, strapped in for takeoff. I had paid for two extra bags filled with Rena’s shopping. She had acquired a whole new wardrobe, by the looks of things. But she was in a better mood. Retail therapy apparently had its merits.
We took off and when the fasten seat belt signed switched off, I unclipped it and stretched out.
“This is amazing,” Rena said, looking around.
“What?” I asked.
“First class.”
I looked around. I guess it was amazing. I always flew first-class, so it wasn’t as exciting anymore. It wasn’t much of anything. It was refreshing to see the world through Rena’s eyes for a change.
I put my hand on her thigh. An air hostess came to us and offered us food and drinks. We both ordered coffee. When she left us, I slid my hand up Rena’s thigh. I had been horny while we were shopping, thinking about the sex we could have had, and of all the things I’d done before, having sex on a plane was a fantasy I hadn’t yet fulfilled.
I leaned over and kissed Rena’s neck. She giggled but squirmed away and pushed my hand off her leg.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. I hadn’t expected her to shut me down. Women didn’t usually reject me. I didn’t like being told no.
Rena leaned toward me, and she had that same look of mischief in her eyes that she had earlier today. With her lips almost against my ear, she gave me shivers when she whispered.
“What I have in mind is much better suited for the bedroom, not a plane.”
My cock twitched at her words. If she had something spectacular in store for me, I would happily wait for her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.
The kiss caught us both by surprise. I hadn’t expected to do it any more than she had expected me to do it.
I reached for the in-flight magazine and opened it, pretending I was on top of everything, when I didn’t have any idea what I was feeling.
Chapter 15
Rena
We landed back in Chicago and went through the process of collecting our luggage.
“Let me take you home,” Brent said when we walked to the exit.
I nodded. I knew he wanted to be alone with me. Especially after I had been teasing him all day. Being alone with Brent was fine by me. I needed to blow off some steam, so I agreed.
Brent looked pleased, and we walked out to where another car was waiting for us. Brent had drivers on call. I had to admit, it was a pleasure having transport without having to wait for taxis or find parking space. These were the small things that really set people with money apart from the rest of us.
