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I stand and walk to the back of the plane where Daphne is sitting. “Would you like something to drink?”
She looks up at me. “Um, Diet Coke, please?”
I motion for the flight attendant. “Can you bring a Diet Coke and a scotch when you get the chance?”
“Right away, sir,” he says.
“So, what made you change your mind?” I take the seat across from her, a large recliner-style seat that gives us privacy away from my mother’s prying eyes.
“I’m not too sure honestly.” She smiles, avoiding my gaze by looking out the window.
“Here you are, sir.” The flight attendant places our drinks down.
“Hmm, that’s a shame.” I take a sip of my scotch. “I had hoped it was another reason.” I don’t know why the fuck I’m playing with fire here. All that bullshit pep talk nonsense about behaving is clearly out the window the moment my dick takes over.
“You’re right.” She nods. “It was the money.” She flashes a coy smile before sipping her soft drink.
“Did I say I was paying?” I tease.
“I think, if I’m remembering clearly, it was somewhere in the tens of thousands actually.”
I whistle. “That’s pretty steep. What all does that include?” I test the waters, taking a large gulp of whiskey this time.
“Now, Mr. Vaughn,” she lowers her voice, “you’re not suggesting something illegal, are you?”
“Never. I know how you like to follow the rules. On a more serious note, I don’t expect you to watch her twenty-four seven. She tends to go down pretty early during vacations. She tires herself out running around so your evenings will be completely free and you’ll have some time to yourself as well.”
“So are we going to a resort or something?”
I shake my head. “We stay on the yacht. Take a smaller boat to shore for excursions. Well, I stay on the yacht I should say. My parents like to go to The Four Seasons usually for a night or two. They enjoy the restaurant there and the spa.”
“How big is this yacht?”
“Big enough you can have your own area and won’t have to worry about running into me.” I wink at her.
“Should we toast to vacation then?” She lifts her glass.
“You sure you don’t want something stronger first? It is vacation after all.”
“Maybe I’ll try what you’re drinking.”
“You like scotch? I’ve got a great reserve on the flight.”
She laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever had it actually. My dad is a Jim Beam kind of guy—that’s his ‘fancy’ liquor of choice. I snuck into it once or twice as a teenager but learned my lesson after throwing up.”
“Ah, well, I can assure you this is much smoother. You want to try it?” I hold out my glass toward her and she hesitates before slowly taking it from my hand. Her fingers graze mine and the same spark I felt the night I kissed her comes rushing back.
She lifts the glass to her lips, taking a sip. Her eye twitches and she coughs. “Whoa, that is strong. That’s what I picture my grandpa drinking on his back porch with a cigar.” She laughs.
“Damn, I didn’t realize I was that old yet. I do enjoy a good cigar now and then.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re notthatold.” Her cheeks redden. “Not that you’re old, I just—”
“It’s okay. It’s a fact that I’m quite a bit older than you.”
Her eyes fall to her glass as she runs her fingers over the rim. “Only seventeen years.”
“You know how old I am?”
