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“Adam, oh it’s so good to finally meet you,” she said with a coy smile, “you see, I’m Lisa and…”
Adam cut her off before she could finish. “Yes, I know, Lisa Hudson, on route to the Grand Caymans by whatever way she can manage, including by sneaking onto a private plane.”
He watched her reaction and wondered what she was thinking. He had never met anyone bold enough to try sneaking onto a charter flight. Now she stood there, caught and the only thing she did was close her eyes for a moment a take a deep breath as if she was preparing her next round. Adam smiled to himself, impressed with her courage.
“Here, this way,” he said again. This time his hand slid along her back as he guided toward the large chair in the middle of the plane. He sat down in the large chair, leaving her standing in front of him.
“Well, I have to hand it to you, you worked hard to get aboard this plane, didn’t you?” he asked as he picked up the champagne bottle and eased the cork off with a loud pop. She watched him casually pour a glass and was surprised when handed it to her. He poured another for himself and took a swallow.
Lisa’s looked at him boldly. “How did you find out?” she asked, almost defiantly. “What gave me away?”
She really was something, Adam thought as he drained his glass. He had just told her she was busted and her only question was how he’d caught her. He smiled and refilled his glass before answering.
“Didn’t you wonder why you weren’t stopped?” he said with a smile. “You can’t just announce that you’re a friend of a friend whose friend has a plane and expect the staff to let you on. They aren’t complete idiots you know. There is no easy way to sneak onto a chartered flight. I got the first call just as you left your gate but was curious to see how far you would go. One minor question: how did you plan to get off the plane and through customs?”
She stood there, cheeks turning red with embarrassment, a silent admission that her plan had flaws. “Look, I gave my word that I would be in the Grand Caymans tomorrow afternoon. I would have done whatever it took to get there.”
“Well, I hope that the TSA believes you,” he said simply. “I hear they take sneaking on planes very seriously. I'm not certain, but it may be considered an act of terrorism these days.”
“What? Whoa there,” she said quickly. “I’ll just get off. There’s no problem,” she said stalling to give herself time to think. “I didn't mean any harm,” she continued. “I promised my best friend I’d get to the Grand Caymans, tonight and I can’t let her down. My stupid flight was delayed and I missed my flight by less than 10 minutes. The next flight out is tomorrow evening and by then it will be too late.”
“Why should I believe you?” he asked skeptically. “You snuck onto my plane, lied about who you were, tried to illegally enter another country, and you’re trying to tell me it’s just to meet a friend? You could be a drug mule, for all I know, but in two minutes I won’t have to care. You can work it out with the TSA.” He turned and picked up the telephone handset on the table next to his chair.
“Please,” she begged desperately, “If you let me stay on board I promise you won't regret it.”
Adam’s hand froze. He hadn’t planned on actually calling the TSA. For that matter, the phone was only an intercom to the pilot, but how far could he take this? He decided to see…
“If you had just found me and asked for my help from the beginning I would have said ‘yes’. But now, since you already tried to stow away on my plane, there will be a price,” he said seriously.
Lisa watched him sitting in the chair and thought that although his voice was very serious, he had a certain mocking air about him. She cocked her head and looked at him, wondering just what he was thinking and said, “I don’t have enough money to pay for a private jet or even part of a chartered flight.”
He smiled and his laugh was a smooth rich baritone. “That's not a problem. There are other ways you can pay me for all the trouble you are putting me through.”
His dark eyes scanned her from head to toe as she understood exactly what he had in mind.
“You can’t mean…” she started and stopped, not even sure how to say it.
“Yes, that is exactly what I mean,” he answered with a mischievous grin. “If you want me to cover for you, transfer you onto my flight, and clear up the mess you made sneaking onto my plane, I can do it. But you owe me. While you are on my plane, you are mine. That's my price. Whatever I ask you to do, you will do. Whatever I want to do to you, you will let me do. It's that simple.”
Lisa looked at him, not sure if he was serious. He looked like he was, but he still had that glint in his eyes. Could she chance it? If she didn't agree, he could turn her in and then who knows what would happen to her? What would they do to her? She felt so stupid. All this time she had been so focused on just getting to the Grand Caymans she had never once considered all the laws she had been breaking. But his price was steep. She took a sip of the cool, bubbly liquid to steady herself as the full implications of what he was saying sank in.
“Isn't there anything else I could do?” she asked.
“I think there are probably many things you can do, and I intend to have you do all of them,” he said with a wicked grin. The sultry tone of his voice sent tingles through her and for a moment, she found herself wondering just what a flight with him would be like.
“No, I'm sorry, I just won’t,” she answered, as she put down her glass and turned to walk out.
“Then I'll have to report a stowaway,” he said.
Lisa froze mid-step. She closed her eyes as she realized what would happen if he reported her. She would be fined and even possibly go to jail. She really had no choice. She turned and looked back at him, wondering just what he had in mind. He was sitting there calmly, but she saw the fire that was burning in his eyes.
She turned and took a few tentative steps back toward him. She picked up her glass and drained it. “Fine, you win.”
“I know,” he said with a cocky grin as he reached for the champagne to pour her another glass. “Your luggage is already on board.” He put his hand on hers to steady the delicate flute and poured her more of the bubbly drink. His hands were strong and calloused and his touch was like fire on her skin.
He smiled and pressed the button on the intercom. “Captain Palmer. We are ready to go. Oh, and please dismiss the stewardess. I would like some privacy with my guest.”
Adam turned his attention back to Lisa. His smile was almost as intoxicating as the champagne. “Now, come over here,” he said simply.
Lisa took a few uneasy steps closer to him until she was standing just in front of him. His fingers reached for her legs and slowly slid up until they were just under the hem of her dress.
“I think it is time for you to get undressed,” he said simply. Little butterflies ran through Lisa’s stomach at the thought of being naked in front of him.
“Right now?” she asked surprised by how quickly things were moving.
“Yes. Now,” he said seriously. His eyes traveled up and down her body and she felt her cheeks flush.
Lisa took a deep breath, drained the glass and put it down next to her. She couldn't believe what was happening. She reached behind her back and slowly undid the zipper on her light sundress. She pulled it off her shoulders and slid it down around her waist until she was standing there in nothing more than a lacy bra and G- string.
“Much, much better,” he said as he looked her over from head to toe.
Standing, he placed his strong hands on her waist, then slid them down slowly along her hips and over her round buttocks. Everywhere he touched was like fire, and Lisa just stood there frozen.
He moved slowly along her legs, running his hands back up the length of her to her waist then up to brush lightly across her nipples. She caught her breath as he explored her body, sensations running wildly through her. His hind lingered on her breasts and he ran his fingers over her lacy bra until her nipples came erect for him.
He pulled her to him, crushing her body against his and she marveled at how much larger he was that she. He pressed his mouth down against hers and she felt his tongue slide along her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively and she felt his tongue sweep inside, dancing with hers and making her stomach tingle with excitement. By the time he released her she was nearly breathless from his kiss.
He smiled down at her, watching her response as his fingers trailed down the edge of her silken bra, and over her taut nipples. His thumb played along the edge of her bra, sliding along the edge and sending chills down to her stomach. Lisa gasped as he rubbed her sensitive tips through the soft silk.
“I think you should be completely naked,” he said.
