CHAPTER 5: Damian

He has to be her father. She’s far too beautiful to be with someone twice her age. Unless she’s a gold digger and he’s her sugar daddy, but I didn’t get that impression about her, even though our encounter was fleeting. 

She could have anyone she wants, even me. She’s just my type.

Appearance wise, I’d say she’s just like all the other rich girls I know. I’ve been surrounded by her kind all my life. Meticulously dressed in her designer clothes, groomed to perfection. Spoilt and extremely high maintenance. I can’t remember the last time I was so overcome just by the look of a woman. Don’t get me started on those exquisite eyes of hers, or those lips. I’ve never seen eyes that shade green before. It took every ounce of strength I had not to pull her into my arms and lick that chocolate off with my tongue.

But there was something else, something endearing about her. An innocence. I chuckle to myself when I think of the chunk of chocolate that was on her front tooth. Utterly adorable.

Pushing all thoughts of her out of my mind, I take a seat in the member’s lounge. No point thinking about another man’s woman. That’s not how I roll. I hate that my father is a cheating son of a bitch. I swore to myself when I was growing up that I’d never follow in his footsteps.

Pulling my laptop out of its leather case, I boot it up. I still have a while to wait until the plane leaves, so I have time to check my emails and catch up on some work.

    “Can I get you something to drink, sir?” A waitress asks 

     “Scotch on the rocks please” I reach into my pocket to retrieve my World Elite Mastercard. After the day I’ve had, I need a stiff drink. When the waitress walks away, I scan the room. I freeze when I find a pair of familiar, beautiful, jade green eyes. I feel my lips curve up at the corners. Snickers is sitting a few meters away, staring straight back at me. 

Quickly lowering her head, she looks down at her lap before picking up one of the magazines and holding it open in front of her, concealing her pretty face. I can’t hold back my laugh when I notice the magazine is up the wrong way. I wish I knew her name.

I continue to stare at the upside-down cover for a few minutes, but to no avail. She refuses to look my way again. At the very least she’s lightened my mood with her antics. I really should go over and introduce myself. Then I remember the gentleman she was with earlier.

But he’s not seated near her. It only takes a few seconds to spot him. He’s standing against the wall a few meters away from her. His steely eyes are trained on me, his expression giving off a clear warning 'Keep your distance'

Who is this man? Maybe he’s her minder, or bodyguard. If so, who is this woman? She could be a famous model. She definitely has the looks.

I look away from the man, and back to her. She’s peeping at me over the top of the magazine. At least she’s turned it up the right way now. I chuckle when she quickly hides behind it again.

The waitress returns with my drink and credit card sitting on a small black tray. 

    “Thank you”  I say with an appreciative smile as I reach for them.

     “Any time, handsome” she replies with a wink. Pulling a small piece of paper out of her bra, she hands it to me. “Look me up next time you’re in town” 

I’m used to women throwing themselves at me. It gets boring. 

Settling back into my chair, I savour the burn of the whisky as it slides down the back of my throat. My eyes are again fixed on her over the brim of my glass. She’s still hiding behind that bloody magazine, so I use this time to check out the rest of her.

I glimpse a hint of red lace underneath her white jacket. It makes my cock stir. She’s got a fine rack on her. My gaze moves down her long, lean legs. 

Damn she’s sexy. I’d love to see her wearing nothing but those sexy-as-fuck red heels. Christ. Why did I let my mind go there? Adjusting my crotch, I close the laptop. My work can wait. Looking at her is far more entertaining.

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I hear my flight being announced. 

As I’m packing my laptop back into the leather case, from the corner of my eye I see her stand. Interesting. I decide to stay seated, so I can watch her leave. My eyes meet hers briefly. When she gives me a shy smile, I reciprocate with a wink. My lips curve up when I see her eyes widen and her face flush red.

Once she passes me, my gaze moves down her long dark hair before landing on her arse. Fuck me, what an arse. The intoxicating swing of her hips has me hypnotized. And those legs. I’d love nothing more than to have them wrapped around me.

A loud grunt beside me breaks me from my trance. When I look up, I meet the hardened eyes of her gentleman friend as he follows closely behind her. He takes a step to the right, blocking my view as he walks. 

I wait a few more minutes before going to the departure gate. I find myself hoping that  she’s seated near me in first class. It will make an interesting flight.

    “Welcome aboard, Mr Stone” a flight attendant says as I enter the plane. She is the first person I see when I round the corner. Her eyes are closed. When I get closer I notice she has earbuds in her ears and her perfectly manicured fingers are tapping on the armrest to the beat of the music.

Her shadow is sitting beside her and gives me a dirty look as I pass. What’s his problem? His attitude is really starting to get under my skin. I’m seated two rows behind her, but on the opposite aisle. 

I take my seat. I can only see part of her shoulder and her hand from here. Such a shame. I could have easily spend the next twenty-one hours  admiring her beauty.

    “Good afternoon, Miss Mcdwell, Mr Robert, I’m  Chloe, your attendant, for the duration of the flight. Could I get you something to drink while we wait for the other passengers to board?”

When I hear the word ‘Miss’ I’m smiling again. Fuck, what is this woman doing to me?

The attendant makes her way down the rest of the aisle before stopping in front of me. “Mr Stone”  she says, and gives me the same drill she gave the other passengers.

    “I’ll have a scotch, please. Do you have any snickers bar?” I ask. 

     “I can check for you, sir” She returns a few minutes later with my drink and the chocolate. “You’re in luck”  she says. 

    “Actually, the chocolate is for Miss Mcdwell. Could you give it to her for me, please?” 

    “Are you friends?” she asks.

     “Yes” I say without thinking. Not true, but I’ll gladly be her friend if she wants that. Friends with benefits, that is.

I’m actually feeling nervous when the attendant walks towards her. I never get fucking nervous.

    “Excuse me, Miss Mcdwell, Mr Stone asked me to give this to you” She takes the chocolate bar from Chloe  then swings around in her seat. Her surprised eyes lock with mine and her face turns a sweet shade of pink before it breaks into the most beautiful smile.

When I notice her clutching the chocolate to her chest, my smile grows. For some reason, her gesture touches me. How can such a small act make her so happy? Maybe she isn’t a spoiled little rich girl.

    “Thank you”  she mouths.

    “You’re welcome” I mouth back, wishing I was that chocolate bar, wanting her luscious mouth on me. 

 What is it about this woman?