Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Me: Fuck off. I hope one of the guys beats some sense into you before I do.
Jagger: He wishes. Hugs and kisses, assholes
Me: Kiss my ass, Jagger. I’ll bring her around. About to have guests. Talk soon.
I hit the button on the side of my phone to darken the screen. One day, Jagger’s going to have his dick knocked in the dirt. It’ll be by some petite, sassy woman, and he’ll never see it fucking coming. Exactly how it’s been with Maci. Shit, Asher had the same thing happen with Lennie. Trent, on the other hand, had a thing for Kennedy, Asher’s sister, forever but thought Asher would lose his shit on him, when in all actuality, Ash definitely breathed a sigh of relief. As for Johnny and Winnie, they met, fell head over heels for one another, shit happened, they fell apart, and have recently reconciled their differences, and now they’re so tight it’s as if the years during the time they weren’t together didn’t pass. Fuck, life has a way of working itself out.
“Knock, knock.” My thoughts are interrupted when Samuel enters the cabin with two bags in one hand and drinks in the other. “Oh, shoot, sorry about that.” He lowers his voice.
“No worries. She probably needs to wake up and eat anyways.” I’m wrestling with the idea of putting her in the back bedroom for the last leg of the trip. Except the McCarthys would lose their shit and I’d lose their business, and that’d be a bad move on my part. Word travels fast in the political hemisphere. I’d like to keep it on a positive note and hopefully pick up more business.
“So, you and Maci?” Samuel asks while taking everything out of the bags and placing it on the table. I’m tempted to let Maci continue her nap, but she needs food, and I need to make sure she’ll be okay to make the trip back to New York before heading to Florida.
“Yeah.” I give him a non-committal answer, unwilling to talk about it with anyone else until Maci and I have our shit together and are on the same path. I’d meant to bring it up once we were situated on the couch, only she conked out, and now here we are.
“I like the two of you together. The last guy did a number on her. Not emotionally, but he was a mega dickface. She calls him Chad the chode, if that’s anything to go off. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.” Samuel finishes his task of setting up our lunch, a task he didn’t need to do yet did anyways.
“I’m sure she’ll tell me when she’s ready. On another note, we’re looking at adding two permanent flight attendants to our staff. We only fly three or four times a week right now. You think it’s something you’d be interested in?” I change the subject from Maci’s past love life. No man wants to discuss that shit, not now and not ever.
“Only if I can bring Maci with me.” I cock an eyebrow, wanting him to elaborate. “What? She’s solid, is a lot of fun to be around, and the girl knows her stuff. Plus, she’s taken a place on my best friend’s list.” Samuel was one of the earlier flight attendants we received from the staffing agency. He’s a hard worker, doesn’t need to be told what to do, and we all mesh well together. Him going to bat for Maci is a no-brainer. I’d want her here with us, too, and I’ll more than extend the opportunity as well, as long as her getting sick isn’t for a different reason than flying.
“I’ll run it by Liam. Thinking it won’t be a problem.” I rub my hand up and down Maci’s back, attempting to slowly wake her up. So far, she isn’t budging. The woman sleeps hard. My lips graze across her forehead while readjusting how I’m sitting. I don’t mind having her in my lap. The problem I’ll have is when I stand up.
“Hmm,” Maci’s mumbles against the side of my neck. My cock doesn’t settle down in the least, especially when her sweet-as-hell ass wiggles in my lap.
“Maci, babe.” She tilts her head up to look at me, slowly blinking away the sleep. The soft look on her face makes me wish we were anywhere but here.
“Shit, how long have I been asleep?” She swipes away the strands of hair that have fallen across her face.
“Not long enough. Samuel’s here with our lunch.” She sits up straighter, arms lifting over her head to stretch. Maci’s shirt pulls tight, her tits move, and my mouth waters seeing her nipples pebble. The air conditioning in the jet has been on. We usually shut it down, yet with Maci and me staying back, Liam left it to where we wouldn’t die from the heat that builds inside the cabin.