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The other airline attendant, the one with long dark hair and eyes, looks up, startled as she walks into the main cabin. “So sorry, I was just going to clean up the bar. I’ll come back later,” she says timidly.
I close my eyes, hanging upside down as he carries me into the bedroom and closes the door behind us before setting me down, throwing his holster and cell phone on the bed, and shucking out of his shirt.
“Don’t undress until I get back, Angel,” Jay says, walking into the bathroom while I sit on the bed to wait for him. His cell phone buzzes beside me and I look down at the message.
Send you Sasha’s dossier soon. Not looking good.
I knew he would try to find out more but not this quick, and I have no doubt, when he learns the entire truth he will want to stay far, far away.
He strides into the bedroom freshly showered and sits on the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms, holding me tight, kissing my lips and then my hair.
I tense in his arms because once he finds out, he will let me go, and then he will feel guilty, and it just adds to my resolve to let Jay go before he discards me. As much as I love our chemistry, I have to protect my heart. It is already starting to ache at the thought of goodbye, and if I don’t do it soon, I won’t be able to, and then I’ll be the same clingy, needy person that I despise, and I will not allow myself to be that person going forward.
“Jay, thank you, lover, for the time we’ve spent together, but we both know I could never be with a security guard. The world I live in as a ballerina... well, you understand, it just could never happen,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
25
JAY
Her words should hitme like a fucking arrow, wound me, but I have been trained in emotional intelligence, and her body language and words aren’t matching. Her eyes are fearful, pensive, and I assess the situation just like I am trained to do. She’s moving too fast, averts her eyes, and her breathing is becoming labored.
The report I’ve requested from our intel on Sasha should be in within the hour. I know if she is working for the Russian Mafia like the initial reports suggest, our little relationship is over, and she already knows it. Maybe this is her way of breaking it off before I find out.
I systematically tick through the conversations we’ve had, what I’ve learned about her and previous relationships. She has been fighting against her feelings for me because she doesn’t want to be portrayed anymore as the victim or the clingy person that holds onto a relationship that doesn’t exist, but she’s developed insight at the most inopportune time. She thinks that I’m going to let her get away with this and I fucking won’t. “Angel, talk like that is just going to get your ass punished. You wanna tell me what you’re really thinking about?” I say.
Those blue eyes of hers are contemplating, she’s never had anyone that wants her and I know she’s trying to overcome the need to cling to me, she’s trying to break the pattern, but fuck if she didn’t pick the wrong man to start with.
“We both know the chemistry is off the charts between us, tell me why you said that, Angel,” I say.
She looks up at me and then backs down quickly, trying to hide those beautiful eyes from me, but I won’t allow it and lift her chin to explore the swirling emotion in her eyes. “Why didn’t you just let me go, appreciate that I wasn’t clingy? I provided the perfect reason why I can’t see you anymore, and you just dismiss it! Do you just want to make sure you end it with me instead of the other way around?” Sasha asks, raising her usually calm voice and eyebrows at me.
She just went there. The very reason she’s been leaving me, and I can’t help the sigh of relief I exhale. I can feel the fucking chemistry whenever we’re anywhere near each other. Fuck, we don’t even have to be near each other. How many times did I just look at her picture and feel my dick grow hard with the need for her?
I knew that it was a ploy to save her from being the one rejected and to protect her heart, but that doesn’t mean that hearing her acknowledge it doesn’t make my heart expand. I am known for my ability to remain calm under extreme and volatile situations, but fuck, this woman has managed to get under my skin, pisses me off and drives me crazy at the very same time.
She starts talking again, and I imagine her bent over my lap with her little skirt pulled up, exposing her ass cheeks only decorated with a bit of lacy G string as I bring my hand down on her wayward ass, but her sassy mouth brings me out of my reverie.
“Why don’t we take each of your questions, one at a time,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her haughty behavior. “First, I think the first night we met we talked about honesty. I’m going to let that go because you were clearly under the influence, but, make no mistake, going forward, if you are dishonest with me I will set your ass on fire, and you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Two, it’s not okay to lash out like that, tell lies, and deflect your feelings while making someone else feel bad. I’m also going to let that go because your intentions weren’t bad, but in the future, we’re honest with each other, no lies, understand Angel?”
“I just didn’t want to be a bother, to be clingy to you like I was with everyone else. I thought you would be happy with that. I’m sorry, Jay,” Sasha says softly.
She’s acknowledged her need, her reasoning, and apologized.
“Apology accepted, Sasha.” I smirk. While I would never hurt her, I intend to take full fucking advantage of the opportunity to teach her the pleasures of consensual spanking. “Tell me, truth or dare,” I say.
“You don’t play fair,” Sasha says, licking her bottom lip and causing my dick to twitch.
“I play to win. I’ll ask you one more time, truth or dare,” I say, watching her as she contemplates. She drags her eyes away, looking around the room, her little pink tongue comes out, and she looks back into my eyes while her heart-shaped lips part for me as she ponders my question.
Fuck she’s gorgeous. I’m having a difficult time holding it together waiting for her answer, but I will not give her the satisfaction of asking again.
“Dare,” she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper and I can almost feel the pounding of her heartbeat.
My dick hardens and elongates on the spot, throbbing as she begins to speak and I hear that seductive lilt and accent. She would rather do whatever I want as a dare than bare a truth that I may ask at this point. I know right now she has something to hide, and the knowledge that she may indeed be a spy comes to mind, but I am known for my calmness, and I plan to put it to good use tonight and wait her out.
“Excellent. I’ve wanted to bare your ass and show you the pleasures of spanking since I met you. I dare you to lay your body over my thighs, lift your skirt and let me spank your little ass, unless, of course, you want to answer the question,” I say.
Her hitch of breath makes my dick harden, but while she’s worked up thinking about it, she’s apparently still trying to get her head wrapped around the idea. It takes long moments, and I allow her the time she needs.
