Page 22 of Billionaire's Desire
I take a quick shower and then put on a robe and stretch on the bed.
I am reaching for the TV remote, I hear a knock on the door.
For some reason my heart beats a little faster.
I rub my hand on my chest.
What the fuck was that reaction?
It can only be one of three people, the Wheelers, a stewardess or…thestewardess.
I know only one of those could make my heart race as it just did, but I really don’t want to take a deeper look at that.
I open the door and on the other side…
It is her.
It occurs to me that I never got around to asking her name. I have seen this woman in a period of three weeks more times than I have seen Mia in the last three months of our relationship.
I know for a fact that she knows mine.
A thrill tingles in my spine when I remember that.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Hey. Good evening, Max.”
There it is again, my name out of her beautiful pouty lips.
Again, what the hell is wrong with me?
She is in her full stewardess uniform, but something is different tonight.
Her collared white button-up shirt, black knee-length skirt, and a pair of black heels. An ordinary uniform, but on her, it could as well be a sheer mini skirt.
Why the hell am I suddenly into her?
She also has on a silk scarf around her neck and I am suddenly plagued with thoughts of slipping it off her.
What the fuck is actually going on?
I am hyper aware that I am acting out of form. I blame this day of rest and relaxation.
This is an effect of too much sun for sure. It must be.
There is no other logical explanation.
Something in me has changed.
I clear my throat.
“Hey.”
She smiles at me.
“Hey Max,” she repeats, “”I brought you some dinner.”
“Thank you,” I step aside to let her in, “You can come in.”
