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I had never been inside an aircraft like this one. But what else did I expect from a private jet owned by Casper Argent?
Everything was sparkling clean in accents of white and brown. There were no regular seats like the ones that I was accustomed to on commercial flights. This plane was dotted with only a few seats by the windows. And the seats were plush chocolate-brown leather, the armrests adorned with holders for cups and electronics. The wall the chairs faced had a large television screen playing the news on mute. Beside it was an elaborate bar, replete with crystal glasses and decanters of single malts. A bartender was busy dropping perfectly square ice cubes into two glasses.
I walked in, trying to stop my jaw from dropping open. I could sense Casper behind me and he lightly touched my waist before stepping past me.
“Two fingers of Glenfiddich, Jerry. For me and the lady,” he said to the smiling bartender.
“Yes, sir,” Jerry replied.
“A hot towel for you, ma’am?” a uniformed flight attendant in a tight blue dress and a starched hat asked. She had a gold tray in her hands with a pile of the most delicate-looking rolled-up towels on it. She extended the tray in my direction, and I picked one up in an effort to not offend her.
The towel smelled of lavender as I unraveled it and wiped my hands.
Classical music began to play gently in the background, and I looked down at my feet. I was standing on a coffee-brown carpet. I licked my lips and looked up. Casper was smiling at me.
“We’re taking off in a few minutes, so maybe you should sit down and buckle in,” he said, tipping his head in the direction of the seats.
I walked toward him with the towel still dangling from my hand. When I stood in front of him, I looked up at his face, my mouth dry now from surprise and shock. This was the most beautiful room I had ever been in, and it wasn’t even in a house. Casper Argent definitely lived the high life.
“Have a seat, Lily,” he said, sitting down. I lowered myself into the seat next to his, and then followed his motions of buckling myself in. When I looked around, I noticed that the flight attendant and Jerry had both disappeared. Probably somewhere in the back to buckle themselves into some seats as well.
“I hope everything is to your liking,” Casper said as the plane began to move across the tarmac.
I only looked at him. I had nothing to say. He had seen me in my stained robe, and he had peeked inside my apartment; Casper knew exactly what my standard of living was.
“How long is the flight?” I asked him instead of replying to his question.
“Four hours. So, we need to find something to kill time,” he said, and my skin was immediately dimpled with goose bumps. What did he want to do with me for four hours? I knew what I wanted to do to him. I wanted those lips on mine, his cock inside me, but I only looked away from him. I was afraid that he would be able to see it in my eyes that I was imagining him naked again.
The plane took off so smoothly I could barely even feel it.
In a few minutes, Jerry returned to his station, and the flight attendant appeared again.
This time, her gold tray had a plate of crackers and assortment of cheeses. She placed it on the oak coffee table in front of us.
“You can take off your seatbelt now, Lily,” Casper said, and I did as I was told.
“Is this your usual mode of transport?” I smiled at the attendant in thanks and turned to him again.
His skin was glowing, just like his grayish eyes. He gave a short laugh and then turned to me, a cracker with cheese in his hands.
“Of course. This is what I take to work every day. And I park it on the roof,” he said, and I bit down on my lip. I didn’t want to laugh so easily. He was being sarcastic, right?
He offered me the cracker in his hand, and I took it just as Jerry brought us our drinks.
“Thank you, Jerry. That will be all,” Casper said to the bartender.
I bit down on the cracker and clutched the cocktail in my other hand. When I looked up, Casper was watching me. His eyes had narrowed, and the smile had disappeared from his face.
“You don’t look too happy to be here,” he said suddenly.
I shook my head. I could feel my cheeks flushing already. I didn’t want to be a rude guest. If only he knew what I was actually thinking about!
“No, it’s all a little much, that’s all,” I said, looking around the room.
Casper smiled again and nodded. “I don’t blame you,” he said, and I finally allowed myself to smile. He looked relieved that I was smiling.
“From the picket to the private jet. It’s all a bit strange,” I said, holding my smile.
Casper fell silent. He still had the smile on his face, but he was studying me as I took a sip of the drink. “I don’t see the point of wasting time. Why don’t we go to my bedroom so we can get started?” he said, and suddenly stood up.
My eyes widened, my eyebrows reaching the top of my forehead. I plonked the glass of scotch down on the table, almost spitting the drink out of my mouth.
“You have a bedroom in here?” I asked.