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“Si,” I confirmed with a nod, “but I have a place in London as well.”
"Surprise, surprise," she joked sardonically then chugged the rest of her drink.
I took her empty glass from her, setting it on the table with my own. I lifted her off my lap, twisting her body so that she was straddling me. I wrapped my arms around her, gripping her bottom in my palms as I pulled her into my lips. Our tongues danced as I ran my fingertips slowly up her side under her shirt. She peeled herself away from our kiss, glancing back over her shoulder at Amanda and my security team.
“You realize we're not on here alone, right?” she sighed, turning back to me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I nodded, gazing into her eyes with lust and desire. “It's not like I'm fucking you in front of them, bella.”
“But you would,” she snickered, “wouldn't you?"
“Maybe,” I muttered, yanking her into my mouth once more, planting a playful peck on her lips. “I just don't care what I do in the privacy of my own plane.”
She glanced down at our laps, smiling shyly. I noticed that Isabelle had two sides to her. The first part of her was a shy little girl who blushed when someone put any focus on her. The other side was a caged animal ready to be released into the wild.
I loved both of these sides of her. It was what provoked me to purposely make her frequently blush. I found myself staring at her as she wrapped her arms around my neck again. Subtly, she began to rock back and forth on my lap with the guidance of my hands on her hips. She smirked when she began to get a reaction in my pants. Resting her lips so close to mine, I felt them graze my skin.
“It's so very tempting,” she whispered.
Just as I was about to reply, Joseph asked to speak to me privately in the very rear of the plane. I nodded before asking Amanda to refill Isabelle’s champagne for her. I then followed Joseph, leaving Isabelle to drink and relax in my chair.
Once alone, I sat completely awestruck that I was in a private jet on my way to London with the most beautiful man on the planet; and he wanted me, of all people. I knew something secretive was being discussed in the back of the plane.
I did feel safe with him, and oddly enough, I trusted him. Undeniably so, this entire situation was insane. Things like this did not happen to people in the real world. This seemed too good to be true.
When I paused to think about how I got here, I laughed at the thought that I was placing all my trust into a man who bought me. Most girls would have left a long time ago or called the cops. Here I was, enjoying almost every confusing moment of this insane journey that Valentino had me on.
The flight attendant glided over to me with the bottle, refilling my champagne as ordered while she hummed a tune, gazing into the glass thoughtfully. She was beautiful and her attire, while professional, was a little on the small side. Her breasts peeked out of her top while her skirt stopped mid-thigh.
Maybe that’s how Valentino liked the women who worked for him. Based on what I had witnessed so far, it certainly seemed that way. I snickered at the fact that I was jealous of her, yet five minutes ago, I was straddling Valentino's lap, making out with him in a plane full of his staff.
I swallowed my envy, beaming, “Thank you.”
She nodded, matching my face, “You’re welcome.”
Shortly after she returned to the front of the plane, Valentino emerged. I stood, stepping into the aisle, allowing him enough room to squeeze by so he could return to his seat. He held his hand out, motioning for me to return to his lap. Settling on his lap sideways, I suddenly felt somewhat lightheaded.
He smirked, “Only glass number two, right?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed taking another sip.
I offered it to him. He curled his lips around the rim, sipping from my glass before motioning for the flight attendant again. She waltzed over immediately, seemingly flirty this time.
“Yes,Sir?”
Her desperation now showed. As a result I involuntarily rolled my eyes, snickering as I buried my face into his neck, remembering the effect it has on him. He gently squeezed my thigh causing me to lift my head.
“Could you just leave the bottle at the table this time?”
She nodded, setting it on the table next to his laptop before disappearing once again.
He gently kissed my cheek. “You're the only one who calls me that,” he growled in my ear, “and it results in me fucking you.”
I swiveled my chair around to face the table. She glanced at the computer screen as I pulled up several documents. I planned to attempt my work with her on my lap. It was not like she would understand what I was doing, so I felt it was safe for the time being.
“What are you working on today, boss?” she murmured, admiring the files open on the screen. “I mean, you are technically my boss, now right?”
I nodded, smirking, trying to hide the fact she was driving me crazy. She was stirring something in me that I had never allowed myself to experience. Slowly, but surely, she was breaking me. I wanted to show her the darker version of me.
