Chapter 13

Leo

“Wow, this is way smaller than I’d pictured. Is it really safe to go so far in it?” Grace asks as we enter the cabin of my jet.

I try not to laugh. “Absolutely, I’ve just flown across the Pacific in it.”

“Fine. I’m putting a lot of trust in you this weekend.” I love her sarcasm. Not many people dare to speak to me that way.

Gesturing to one of the plush cream leather seats, I indicate for Grace to sit down. I take the seat facing hers, and we both do up our seatbelts. A narrow walnut table separates us.

The flight attendant, Josephine, secures the door shut and we taxi onto the runway. She’s wearing chinos and a loose blue T-shirt, a uniform I picked out and insisted upon myself.

Josephine’s around my age, early thirties, and is excellent at her job. Though she’s a natural blonde with Swedish parents, I’ve never seen her as a woman to conquer in the bedroom. I require myself to be professional with all women who work for me.

Grace rests her forehead on the cabin window as we take off, examining the landscape below. Once the plane levels out, Josephine reappears and takes our drink orders.

While Josephine’s getting the drinks, Grace and I chat easily, discussing nothing in particular. The more we talk, the more animated she becomes and I’m finding her more irresistible by the minute.

“Your coffees,” Josephine says, placing two mugs on the table between us.

“Thanks, that’s all for now.”

I’m already wired from all the coffee I’ve drank today, but I take the mug to my lips and sip anyway. As I hold the mug to my mouth, I let my eyes rove over Grace.

She still wearing her work clothes, but this time I notice the swell of her tits through the thin fabric of her blouse.

My mind immediately imagines ripping it off her and my dick twitches in my pants. This is dangerous.

“I’m really sorry, I have to do some work before my meeting this afternoon,” I say, needing the distraction.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind.”

“There’s Wi-Fi.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know you could do that on planes.”

Grace takes her phone out of her purse, and starts tapping the screen.

Taking my laptop from the compartment under my seat, I set it up on the table in front of me. As I lift the lid, I regret the artificial wall it creates between us.

She’s still busy on her phone and I turn my attention to my work. This afternoon I’m meeting with my top five senior executives to discuss the potential acquisition of a hi-tech toy company.

None of them know how badly I want to sell the company, or how I’m against hi-tech toys. But I have to go along with the façade of being an owner who cares.

And I do care. I care about the high-quality toys we produce, and the joy they bring to children’s lives.

If the modern world wants hi-tech toys, I am one man and not going to be able to change anyone’s mind. It’s children who are losing out, but at least they aren’t my children.

I try to focus completely on the materials for my afternoon meeting during the bulk of the flight. Josephine brings us drinks and snacks regularly, and Grace and I chat during the interruptions.

Our discussions are incredibly at ease, like she truly belongs here and it’s even as if she’s always been here.

I put my energy back into my work.

Part of me realizes I’m doing this because if I don’t take my attention away from Grace now, I’ll end up fucking her right here on the plane. That would be fine, but I keep reminding myself that she’s a virgin.

She deserves better than losing her virginity by frantic sex in a plane where the pilots and flight attendant would hear everything. And I don’t have a proper bed on this jet, only seats that convert into single beds.

No, she deserves better.

Distracting myself from Grace, I open my email. A message from Laura, my assistant, immediately sticks out to me. The subject line is Your Brother. I click on it. It’s a forwarded email from my lawyer.

Have examined your father’s instructions in depth. They are ironclad. The only way to overrule your brother’s wishes is if you can show he is mentally incapable of making his own decisions.

My shoulders slump as I read the words. She writes a bit about what situations this would arise in, and I scan through the words.

The final paragraph catches my eye again.

However, there is another potential option. As you know, the trust stipulates that all children of Alexander Newbury have equal control of Newbury toys. But for the sake of the trust, children means children and grandchildren. If you had a child, that child would have a one-third say in the company.

Meaning your say would be reduced to one-third. And your brother’s say would also be reduced to one-third.

Since you would be the legal decision maker for your underage child you would have a two-thirds say over the decisions regarding the company.

My mind immediately shifts to my ex-wife, Tina, and the children we never had. I feel myself sinking into the darkness, and shake my head to pull myself out of it.

Leaning back in my seat, I briefly wonder if there were any accidental pregnancies with any of the women I’ve slept with over the years. That would be convenient.

Grace sneezes, and I raise my eyes to hers. She gives me a coy smile, which illuminates her entire face. It makes me hope there weren’t any pregnancies that I don’t know about. I banish the fleeting hope I’d had at the idea from my mind.

So back to square one, I have to convince my brother to sell.

Unless.

An idea tries to form in the back of my mind, but I can’t coax it to fruition. I stare out of the window at the blue sky, letting my mind go blank. But the idea still doesn’t form.

Sighing, I turn my attention back to my emails.

Josephine appears and brings us each a bottle of water and a glass.

“It’s not much longer, but would you like anything to snack on?” she asks.

“Grace, would you like anything?” I ask.

“We’ve eaten and drank almost nonstop the entire way. I don’t think I can fit anything else in me.”

Her words immediately make me think of what else I like to fit in her.

I suppress a smile and wave Josephine away.

“As I said before, I have to attend a black-tie event tonight, and look forward to having you at my side. I’ve arranged for you to be taken shopping for a dress while I attend this meeting I unfortunately can’t get out of,” I say.

“Shopping?” Grace says, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes, I told you that you didn’t need to bring anything with you.”

“I don’t know, my credit cards are pretty maxed out.”

I laugh, my upper lip curling in the process. “Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t expect you to pay for anything this weekend. I’m the one bringing you to New York, everything is my treat.”

“I thought you didn’t like it when women use you for your money.”

“You didn’t ask for it, I’m offering it.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you. Will you be paying for my hotel too?”

“You want to stay in a hotel?” I ask, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Where else would I stay?”

“I have ten bedrooms, you’re welcome to pick anyone of them you want,” I say, wanting her in my bedroom.

“Ten?” she exclaims.

“Yes, take your pick. You’re my guest this weekend.” I contemplate the situation and quickly add, “unless you’d prefer to stay in a hotel.”

“Your place kinda sounds like a small hotel. I look forward to staying at it.”

Good girl, I think. I look forward to fucking her in each of my bedrooms.