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“Good morning, Kate. Are you ready to board?”
She nods. We grab our bags, making our way to the priority line to board the plane first.
I adjust myself in my seat and grab the New York Times to read. Kate is busily typing on her phone, smiling while she answers a text—boyfriend, I bet. Women are so easy to read. Trying my best to ignore her, I busy myself by reading an article on tax evasion in the U.S.
The flight takes off at exactly six.
After we are at altitude, the seat belt signs go off, prompting the stewardess to start serving drinks.
“Good morning, sir. Would you like anything to drink?” She licks her lips as she waits for my response.
A redhead. Interesting.
“Bourbon and Coke, please. It’s been a while since I’d joined the Mile-High Club. I might need directions to the restroom later, miss…” I searched for her name tag “… Miss Horne.”
“And for your girlfriend?” she asks.
Kate bursts out laughing, rudely. I stare at her, waiting for her to stop.
Why is that so funny?
I’m a fucking catch.
I know I’m handsome. Call me conceited if you want, but I’m six-foot-two, work out at the gym every fucking day, plus I’m filthy rich. Women throw themselves at me daily.
“I’m sorry.” She laughs, wiping a tear from her eye. “Just a gin and tonic, please.”
Gritting my teeth, I pry, “Why is that so funny?”
“It’s just that, well, Mr. Edwards, you aren’t the relationship type. Far from it.”
She stops laughing, her eyebrows drawing together with a worried look.
“I guess you’re right, I don’t do girlfriends or relationships,” I admit, knowing exactly why I despise commitment.
Thank God, the bourbon is filled to the brim. Drinking it all in one go, my wandering mind, which has attempted to take a trip down memory lane, is immediately squashed. I press the call button, needing a top-off immediately.
“And you? I’m guessing you do. Hence, why your eyes light up every time your phone goes off?”
“Sorry, Mr. Edwards. That’s my boyfriend, Jeff. He’s in Australia visiting his parents, and the time difference is driving us crazy.”
We speak more about how long they have been together and how they met. Kate is an interesting woman to speak to, always with an anecdote and holds your attention rather easily. Speaking to women, apart from my mother and sister, isn’t something I do very often.
Kate knows what she wants in life, and I admire that.
We stop talking, but I’m left feeling somewhat bothered by the conversation about relationships. While Kate sleeps beside me, I stand up and stretch my arms, making my way to the restroom, passing Miss Horne on purpose.
After a quick glance, she follows me to the restroom at the back of the plane, closing the door behind her. Then I push her head down to my cock, finally releasing the tension building up inside.
***
We arrive at JFK at six o’clock Eastern time. The driver takes us straight to the hotel where I change into my sweats to go for a run. I love the city in the morning. The streets are getting busy, but there’s still an eerie sense of calm. I run through Central Park alongside others trying to get in a quick morning run needing to burn off this energy. The past few days have been draining, and all I want to do is put them behind me. I run harder, pushing myself until my lungs burn. I debate heading back to my room but decide on hitting the gym first.
It’s just before nine when I get back. Taking my time, I linger inside the steaming shower, allowing the water to ease my tense muscles. Crossing my arms with my eyes closed, I’m aware my cock is standing rock hard. What’s fucking new. Ignoring its presence, I turn the faucet to cold, welcoming the brutally cold water.
My first meeting is with a commercial broker. After changing and eating the gourmet breakfast room service delivered, my driver drives me to the financial district, but not without the usual headache of the peak morning traffic.
The first office space is a small building with views mainly facing a brick wall with a neon sign for Chows Chinese Takeout. Seriously, do I have to do the job myself? Frustrated with my time being wasted, I glance at my watch to check the time.
