CHAPTER 42 - LOWER

I heard the flight attendant's footsteps approaching and pushed him back, feeling the blush on my cheeks as I crossed my legs. Patrick, without hesitation, sniffed the pants and laughed, and I, embarrassed, slapped his arm and grimaced to cover it up. He stored the garment in his pocket, amused by the situation.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I suggest an afternoon coffee?” another flight attendant, more composed than the previous one, interrupted.

“Please, black coffee and accompaniments.” Patrick smiled boldly. “My apprentice needs to be fully energized for when we land!”

I glared at him, while the flight attendant smiled mischievously at me, and red as a tomato, I asked, “Coffee with sweetener, please.” I looked away at the clouds, hoping she would move away before I could look back at him. “Mr. Morgan, could you be more discreet?”

“Discreet about what?” He smiled relatedly. “About not wanting you to wear pants, or about wanting to see you naked again and be responsible for your orgasm