Claiming His Virgin

CHANCE CARTER

Chapter 1

Jane peers at her willowy reflection in the mirror, then standing on her tiptoes, pliés around for good measure. She halts, when she notices a run in her tights going straight up the back of her leg.

“Oh shoot,” she curses. “Everything is falling apart these days. What next?”

A loud and intense knock sounds at the door, interrupting her musing. It startles her for two reasons. One, no one ever knocks that loudly, because two, no one ever comes to her door.

Squinting through the peep hole, she sees Paulo the landlord. His dark, greasy hair and large face—now sweaty from climbing three flights of stairs—make him look even meaner than usual.

Jane freezes, hoping he will just go away.

He knocks again, even louder than before.

Oh, not today. Just go away, Jane thinks to herself, trying desperately not to make a sound.

“Jane Bryden, I know you’re in there. I am officially delivering your final notice to pay your rent. If you don’t pay me by next week then you are evicted from your apartment. You hear me?”

He slides a piece of paper under the door before walking away, the loud thunk of his shoes emphasizing that this is his place and his rules.

Jane’s breath returns to normal when she knows for sure he is gone.

“Uggghhh, for real?” she groans. “When will the universe give me a break? I’m trying my best and it’s just never enough.”

As she moves to reach for the paper, she stubs her toe against the tiled floor, a feat, it seems that only she could manage. She cries out in painful frustration.

“Why did I have to move to New York, anyway? For a childish dream of ballet? Where has that got me? Absolutely nowhere. Literally, nowhere. I’m, like, days away from being homeless. This city is dirty. The people are mean. The other ballerinas don’t like me,” Jane says out loud, starting to sob. “I will never fit in here.”

On her coffee table is a greeting card her grandmother sent her. It has a brightly colored butterfly surrounded by tiny, reflecting sparkles. She moves to pick it up and reread it another time.

Never give up on your dreams—you were born to fly.

It is her grandmother’s message of love, written in her most beautiful handwriting.

Jane sighs, trying to muster the gall to keep internalizing her grandma’s message when everything around her is speaking to the contrary.

“Oh Grandma, I really hope so. I’m about ready to give up.”

Jane goes back into her room and flops down flat on her back on the twin size bed, grabbing her teddy bear.

“You’re the only one who gets me, Fluffy. You’re the only one I have in my life.”

Her soft, long, dirty blonde hair spread over the pillow, she reaches over to the other side of the bed and wishes someone was there for her. She’s never had a boyfriend. There were guys interested in her, but her mother warned her to stay away from them, saying they would just mess with her head and make her forget all about her dreams and who she is.

She hasn’t even made out with a guy. She kissed Brian, a coworker, in the wine cellar of the restaurant where she worked part-time, but then she found out he had a girlfriend. Jane was crushed and ashamed for letting herself be duped so easily, and vowed never to do something like that again unless she absolutely, positively knows the guy and where he is in his life.

The loneliness is so deep though, and she has no idea when all this bad luck will end. What will change everything? When will she get to feel good again? What is her lesson? What is she not getting?

She touches her breasts, stroking them and pushing them up to see her cleavage. She feels tingles going through her body, and thinks she can take her mind off of all of this. Closing her eyes, she imagines herself in a sexy, black negligée, and someone rubbing her body with his hands. She knows she is somewhat attractive, and that her tits are appealing, even though they are only a B cup.

What I would do right now if I knew someone wanted me. I hate always being the good girl.

She imagines a man reaching his hands down her cleavage and rubbing over the top of her nipples, making them hard, then stroking her flat stomach and tickling her belly button while she giggles out loud, then twists and turns under his teasing touch. Reaching down to the hemline of the lingerie, he puts his fingers along the inside of her thigh, reaching in to touch her pussy and feel the dampness there.

Thunck, thunck, thunck.

“Oh, fudge! It’s the damn landlord again.”

The knock snaps her out of her fantasy. Her body freezes and she breathes lightly again.

Darn it. Can’t a girl get a little bit of time to herself? If I were desperate enough, I could ask him if I can work off the rent for sex, she thinks to herself, jokingly.

I wouldn’t have the guts, and I wouldn’t know what I was doing anyway.

“Jane! Jane, I know you’re in there! I see you got that piece of paper. I really mean it, Jane. I don’t have a soft spot for young pretty ladies, you know, so don’t think you can get away with not paying me,” the landlord bellows through the door.

She pulls the covers over her partly naked body, feeling a chill. Dozing off, she wishes her dreams will be better than her reality right now. Life is sucking in a really big way.

In a matter of minutes, Jane falls into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2

The alarm goes off.

“It’s three already? Where did the time go?”

Jane gets dressed and packs her bag with ballet shoes, a new pair of tights, a tank top, and her toiletries. She pats powder on her face and puts on a peach tone of lipstick. Pulling her hair up into a pony tail, she takes one last look in the mirror to make sure everything looks put together. Pushing down a few stray hairs, she sighs, satisfied.

“Ah, perfect!”

She grabs her coat and keys, then opens the door. Looking both ways to make sure the landlord isn’t out in the hallway waiting for her, she makes a quick dash to the stairwell and runs out the back door whistling for a taxi to take her to the ballet studio.

She arrives late. All the other ladies have started warming up by stretching their legs on the railing. When Jane walks in, they all turn to look at her with surprise and disgust.

The teacher looks to her and says smugly, “Well, Miss Jane, it looks like you decided to join us after all. You’ve got five minutes to get changed, otherwise I’ll send you home.”

The teacher goes back to giving orders to the other dancers for their warm-up.

Jane feels embarrassed and wishes she could just crawl back out the door. Yet another bad experience. When will it end?

She changes quickly and joins the rest of the group, taking the end position on the railing.

An hour later, they take a break, and everyone goes to the changing room to get their water and veggie snacks.

Valerie, the oldest and most experienced ballerina in the crowd, starts asking all the girls who got laid over the weekend.

She goads Britney on.

“Come on, you must have. I saw how George was looking at your ass! Seriously, something must have happened when the two of you left the gig that night.”

Britney smiles and says, “Wouldn’t you like to know? Let’s just say I’m feeling a bit perkier than usual today.” Then she points at her tits.

All the other girls laugh in unison, except for Jane, who drops her eyes while eating her carrots. She has no idea what to say, and doesn’t want them to find out she’s a virgin. She doesn’t like how they talk because she doesn’t have any stories to tell them. Valerie notices Jane isn’t laughing.

“What’s wrong, Jane? Are you just embarrassed, or maybe you have a secret to tell us about your weekend?”

Valerie goes up to Jane and puts her arm around her.

“Come on, Jane, what were you up to on Saturday night?”

She nudges Jane, trying to get her to spill some kind of beans.

Jane is trying hard not to reveal to Valerie anything that will show she is completely inexperienced when it comes to sex.

“Leave me alone, Valerie, I’m not in the mood for this,” she mutters.

“Whoa, that’s not the Jane we know! Someone’s a Miss Grumpy Pants,” Valerie exclaims. “Come on, Jane. Tell us about your most exciting, sexual adventure. That’ll cheer you up. A wild ride in the car, sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, or sucking the football star’s cock? Come on, Jane, tell us!”

“Just stop, Valerie, I don’t want to play this game,” Jane says, wishing she could come up with a witty line to divert the attention away from herself.

“Oh, you’re so silly, Jane. Next thing you’re gonna do is tell us you’re a virgin or something,” Valerie chides.

Jane is horrified. She goes totally pale and is stunned, not knowing what to say.

“Why would you say that?” Jane asks nervously.

Valerie looks at Jane and widens her eyes.

“Oh my God! It’s true! Jane is a virgin! Hey, everyone, Jane is a virgin!”

All the others laugh in disbelief.

“Oh, sweetheart, we are going to fix you right up! You are the prize possession of all male fantasy! How the hell have you gotten away with not getting fucked with that tight ass of yours?”

Valerie slaps Jane’s butt.

Jane despises Valerie’s crassness and wonders how she was able to get into ballet school with the way she talks. She is so harsh and humiliating, always needing to be the center of attention.

Jane blushes but also flushes with anger.

Why won’t she just leave me alone?

Jane bites her bottom lip. She gets up and walks over to the bathroom, tears welling up in her eyes. She goes into one of the stalls and bursts into tears.

Why won’t people just leave me alone? Why do they always have to pick on me?

She hears the girls leave the room to go back to the studio, the room now echoing in silence. She opens the bathroom door and looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes still dewy and puffy.

Splashing cold water on her face, she is refreshed by the coolness. She stands up straight and looks at herself in the mirror. She turns around to look at her ass.

Hmmm… I have a tight ass? Someone might want this ass?

She looks at her face and sees a part of her that wishes she wasn’t so innocent, that wishes she had stories to tell about hot and sexy nights where guys were desiring her body, making all the women envy her.

Instead, she is stuck in a stupid, pink, ballerina tutu that makes her look like a 12-year-old, just like her mother liked her to look. Innocent, pure, untouched.

Jane decides to hold her head up high and join the troupe in the studio. She is not going to let them get the best of her. The teacher glares at her, shaking her head and clearly wondering what has gotten into Jane today.

“One-two-spin-spin, one-two-spin-spin, one-two-spin-spin,” instructs the teacher. “Posture straight, head high, on your toes.”

Jane tunes out the other girls and focuses on doing a good job.

No one is going to get the best of her.

Chapter 3

It’s Saturday night at the Orion Ballet Hall , and time for the big performance they have been rehearsing for. Jane has been very nervous about this event, mostly because she knows she is the least experienced of the dancers. She hardly slept the night before—tossing, turning and reliving all the things that could go wrong at the performance.

When she walks into the hall, her body shrinks with a feeling of inadequacy. The place is spacious, and the chandeliers are dripping with money. The crowd hasn’t arrived yet, and the whole place is quiet. She wonders if she should have gone through a different door.

“Jane! Jane! Over here, dear,” motions her dance instructor. “Clearly, you are awestruck by this place. Come now, you’ll get used to it.”

For the first time, Jane feels warmth from her instructor, genuine interest in her feelings, something she hasn’t felt since moving to New York.

They walk together to the back stage area where they will all be getting their makeup on and dressing in their ballerina outfits.

Jane sees Valerie standing at the mirror, perking her lips and shoving her large breasts into her bra, showing off her cleavage. One thing Jane has to admit is that she is jealous of Valerie’s body—it is sexy with all the right curves, and her dark hair is thick and wavy. She looks like she knows everything when it comes to guys and sex, and she has probably done every possible position.

She’s such a bitch, thinks Jane, and then she feels guilty for using that word.

Jane looks in the mirror at her own, mousy, brown hair, boobs that seem flat and unappealing in comparison, and skinny legs that look like toothpicks. Jane has been invisible to guys all her life, and she understands why.

Jane goes over to her locker and opens it up. Inside is a purple plastic bag with a card tied to it and her name on the front.

“Weird. Who would be giving me a gift?” Jane says quietly to herself and pulls the bag off the hook.

Opening it up she pulls out the box. By this time, three of the other dancers, including Valerie, are behind her. Jane is feeling very uncomfortable, knowing something is off.

She looks at the box and it has a picture of a penis with the words ‘Thunder Cock’ on the outside.

Valerie starts the gang of them laughing, while Jane turns beet red and can’t even move.

“We thought we’d get you started, Jane. Now you can spread those legs and start feeling some cock in you,” mocks Valerie. “Nothing like a little thunder to get that pussy wet.”

They all laugh, and Brenda, Valerie’s sidekick, smacks Jane on her ass.

“Well, at least you have a tight ass. Guys will like that, sweet Jane,” Brenda teases.

Jane tries to hold her composure. Tears well up again in her eyes, but she doesn’t want to run away like she did the last time. She tries so hard to find the words for a good comeback, but she’s just not that witty. She continues to face her locker and waits for them to walk away.

She puts the box back into the bag and stuffs it into her backpack, making sure no one sees her. She goes into the bathroom stall to get changed, because she doesn’t want anyone else to make fun of her. She is very aware that she looks like a 15-year-old girl, even though she is 19. She doesn’t need anyone to rub it in.

Jane pulls out her leggings and tutu and at the same time quietly opens the box with the dildo in it. She pulls it out of the bag and feels how rubbery and kind of floppy it is. Weird, thinks Jane, feeling mildly terrified because it seems so big and thick. How will something this big go inside of me? She wonders if this is how big real cocks are. It grosses her out, yet fascinates her at the same time.

Jane notices she is feeling a bit wet and somewhat turned on.

She hears the other girls come into the washroom, turning on the taps to wash their faces. Jane quickly puts the dildo back in the box and hides it with her sweater in her bag. Quickly, she gets changed, stretching the leggings over her legs, pulling the tutu up to her waist, and pulling the tank top over her waist-less body.

She fusses about in the stall, waiting for the girls to leave. Walking out of the stall, she looks at herself in the mirror and sees her straggly, mouse-brown hair.

“God, I feel so plain,” she says to herself.

The dance instructor, Martha, marches into the bathroom with a clipboard in hand.

“Come, Jane, we don’t have much time. Get over there to get your hair and makeup done, pronto,” she orders, pulling at Jane’s arm.

Jane follows orders and goes over to Cindy, the makeup lady, brushing by Valerie.

Valerie whispers in Jane’s ear, “Did you have fun with the cock in the bathroom?”

Horrified, she pretends she doesn’t hear.

“Come on, Jane. Sit here. Boy, we have quite a mop to work with, don’t we?”

Cindy’s comments sting, especially since Jane is already feeling hurt from being picked on.

In 20 minutes, Cindy has Jane’s hair pulled up and curled in ringlets, and bright colors applied on her eyes and lips. She dusts sparkles around her cheeks and eyes, making Jane look like Kate Winslet from the Titanic. When Cindy spins Jane around on the chair to see herself, Jane is shocked that the beautiful person in the mirror is her.

Cindy whispers into Jane’s ear, “They won’t be expecting this, will they. Go show ‘em what you’ve got, sister.”

Jane is floored, and feels pretty for the first time in her life. She can’t believe what a bit of hair and makeup help can do. No one will recognize her at all and she loves that. She could get used to this new version of Jane.

“Come on, girls! Line up! It’s show time!” announces Martha, the dance instructor.

Jane stands third in line, just in front of Valerie, holding her head up high and facing forward. They all bounce out onto the stage, getting into their positions for the opening act.

Chapter 4

The theatre’s lights flicker on and off, signaling that it is five minutes before show time.

Brad is texting quickly, trying to close a business deal only a few minutes before the ballet starts. There doesn’t seem to be enough time to enjoy life when you manage a multi-national company, it seems. The only reason he funded this ballet production was so he could get front row, center seats. He loves the arts.

He has always had a thing for dancers—ever since his first love, Kelly. When he was 16 years old, they got together, both virgins, and she taught him how to be a gentleman. They spent two years together before they both went to separate schools.

They made love and explored each other’s bodies in so many different places—in the janitor’s room, in the bleachers of the football stadium, on Mr. Spencer’s desk after class. He remembers her having the craziest orgasm in the basement of his parents’ house, where they had to be totally quiet. She had to bite the pillow so hard she ripped it open.

She was insatiable and couldn’t get enough of his cock inside of her. They almost got caught when his dad started walking down the stairs. Brad jumped off Kelly and ran to the other room, while Kelly pulled the blanket up over her entirely naked body. His dad opened the door looked inside, not realizing Kelly was there, pretending she was sleeping. His dad asked where Brad was and Kelly feigned she was in a haze and had no idea.

Thankfully, he closed the door and left, then Brad went back for more of her deliciously sweet pussy.

They brought out each other’s wild side, and nobody had ever been able to make him feel that way again.

Kelly was a beautiful ballet dancer and was headhunted by the National School in New York. They vowed to stay together, and he gave her a small promise ring to prove it, but after her first semester, she got a rare form of bone cancer and died within six months’ time.

Brad was devastated, and hadn’t married or even had a long term commitment since. That was 15 years ago now, and though he went to counseling and feels at peace with Kelly’s passing, he is still attracted to ballerinas who are virgins, and hopes perhaps he will one day find ‘the one’.

“Sir, we have to go in. The show is starting,” Trish, Brad’s personal assistant, says, motioning frantically.

“Nailed it!” Brad says, referring to the twenty million dollar business deal he has been negotiating. “Okay, thanks, Trish.”

He turns off his phone and goes into the theatre. He is the last person to be seated. The usher motions to the Manager for the show to begin, and the lights go down.

The curtains open and the ballerinas are standing tall and still while the lighting slowly turns from black to bright. Jane is at the front in the middle, leading the crowd, the spotlight following her. Brad notices immediately, her tall, thin legs, her body that looks young and innocent, and the natural color of her hair. She is so tender. When she twirls, it is with a grace he remembers seeing in Kelly—delicate and light, but also spunky.

When the scene comes where her back is facing the audience and she is bending over, he sees a bit of the crease of her leggings going up her ass. Brad immediately starts daydreaming of what it would be like to put his hand on it and push his fingers inside her. He starts to get a hard-on but knows it would be more than embarrassing if anyone saw, since everyone in the theatre knows who he is. He looks in the other direction, and checks out Valerie, but immediately he is turned off.

She looks like such a hardened bitch, he thinks, so he goes back to watching Jane.

Brad leans over to Trish, his personal assistant, and quietly says to her, “At intermission, I need you to find out who that girl is and if she is a virgin.”

Trish nods, knowing what to do as she has done it all before. Trish suspects he’s interested in this girl in the middle because she looks remarkably like his first love, Kelly.

They watch the rest of the show, Brad fixating on Jane, his cock growing increasingly bigger. He feels he could explode with come all over the seat. He shifts around, trying to hide his excitement, but can’t stop fantasizing about taking this young lady to his hot tub and rubbing his body against hers, feeling those precious, little tits, grabbing her body and moving her up and down on his hard dick.

He’s dying to fuck that beautiful ass of hers and suck on those tiny, perky nipples. He can’t wait to rub his hands all over her, stroking her back and getting her all hot and sweaty. He wants to treat her like the gorgeous princess she is and make her dreams come true. He wants to know her inside and out, as he gives her the best time of her life.

He wonders who she is underneath that tutu, where is she from, and if she has ever even kissed a guy? He hopes he can be her first, and who knows what next. She looks so delicate and easily broken. He knows he has to be tender with her and he doesn’t want to scare her away.

All of a sudden, the lights go out and everyone starts to clap. Brad snaps out of it and tries to pull himself together, trying to think of something that will make his hard-on go away. Business. Yes, the business deal he just landed. That will do the trick.

Trish leans over to Brad and says, “Well, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were smitten with that little number.”

A smile forms on Trish’s face. She knows full well when Brad gets turned on by a pretty young thing.

“Well, you know me too well, Trish,” he says and smiles back. “Looks kinda like Kelly, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. It’s remarkable,” Trish replies.

They get up and go to the private bar for intermission.

Chapter 5

After Trish gets Brad set up with a flute of champagne and a comfy spot to sit, she leaves the bar area to seek out the dance instructor. During intermission, audience members are not allowed into the back, but Trish knows how to work the connections. After all, Brad is the one funding the whole production.

Trish approaches the front-of-house manager and says who she is, and that it is urgent she speak with the dance instructor because Brad Halliwell has some important concerns about the show.

The front-of-house manager looks shocked and deeply concerned, and immediately takes Trish to the back room.

“There she is, madam,” pointing to the instructor. “Just give me a moment to explain this to her.”

Trish nods and looks around the dressing room. She can see all the girls getting changed into their second act outfits. There are bouquets of flowers at each dancer’s changing station, except at Jane’s. Trish looks over and tries to assess who this girl is. She seems lonely and isn’t getting along with the other girls. Why hasn’t anyone given her flowers?

Trish maneuvers to go and chat with Jane.

“Hey there, my name is Trish Munroe of Halliwell Corporation,” she introduces herself, stretching out her arm to shake the girl’s hand.

Jane looks at it, then looks around, wondering if one of the girls has set her up again. She tentatively reaches out to shake Trish’s hand.

“I’m Jane. Jane Bryden.”

“I’ve never seen you dance here before,” commented Trish. “You really have a way of moving, so delicately, like you’re on a cloud.”

Trish knows how to butter people up and to get Brad what he wants.

“Oh yeah, it’s my first time. I just moved to New York a year ago and started school here,” shares Jane.

She has not yet learned that you should never let strangers in on your personal business.

“If you don’t mind, I have to get changed before second act,” Jane says.

“Of course. Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions while you’re getting ready?” Trish asks boldly.

“Well, I guess so,” replies Jane, feeling a bit perplexed about why this woman wants to speak with her.

At that moment, the dance instructor walks over to Trish, reaching out her hand to greet her.

“Hi, my name is Martha Donaldson, the dance instructor. I believe you wanted to see me?”

“Oh yes, I’m Trish Munroe of the Halliwell Corporation. I was just going to ask if I could have a quick chat with Ms. Jane here, at Mr. Brad Halliwell’s request.”

Jane is shocked and surprised at the same time. Brad Halliwell, the one who is funding the production, sent this woman to see her? But what for? Now Jane is nervous and self-conscious.

“Oh. Well, of course, Ms. Munroe, I suppose that would be fine. But the girls have to be on stage in 10 minutes.”

“Why, yes, of course. Thank you, Ms. Donaldson. We greatly appreciate your flexibility,” replies Trish graciously.

“So, I’m going to cut to the chase with you, Jane, seeing as we don’t have much time. Brad saw you dancing up there and is quite impressed. He wants me to ask you a few things, just to get to know where you are in your career. Would that be okay for you?”

Jane is shocked but also flattered at the same time.

“He really likes my dancing?” asks Jane, flabbergasted anyone would have taken notice of her.

“Oh, yes, dear, more than you know.” Trish winks. “So, tell me, how are you liking New York so far?

“Honestly? It’s been tough.”

“Really? What is the problem, dear?”

Unable to think of a quick response that doesn’t make her sound like an idiot, Jane goes with the truth.

“It’s lonely, I’m flat broke and I can’t seem to make any friends here. I’m really thinking about going back to Utah. At least I have family there.”

“Oh no, dear, that would be a shame! You have such budding talent, Jane,” encourages Trish.

“Really? You think so?” asks Jane.

“Sweetie, I’ve seen it all in this place. I’ve watched girls come and go for quite a while now. You got talent and you gotta use it,” Trish said, cheering her on. “So where can we find you after the show? Is there a place you ladies hangout these days?”

“Well, I usually go home right after. I don’t really like the rest of the girls too much,” Jane said, feeling ashamed.

“What? No boyfriend to go home to?” asked Trish.

“Ha! I wish! Not in this lifetime,” quipped Jane. “But if I were to go out with the ladies tonight, the spot would probably be The Virgin Cocktail on Main and 5th.”

“Oh yes, I know it. Pretty swanky joint,” said Trish, with heavy sarcasm. “Look, I gotta go and you have to get on stage. Hopefully we’ll chat later. Now go out there and break a leg!” she says.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” replied Jane, unsure of why this woman and her boss would ever want to chat with her.

What a weird night, Jane thinks to herself. She looks up and sees that someone, probably Valerie, posted a picture of a naked firefighter on the inside of her locker and wrote ‘Jane’s dreamboat’ on it.

Jane looks at it and does notice that his bulge is quite big, and the ripped muscles, especially around his groin, look delicious. She is starting to develop a bit of an appetite for men these days, despite all the teasing. Maybe I’ll try something a little bit wild tonight, she fantasizes.

“Come on girls, line up in a row! Get those pretty, peacock costumes together and shake some tail for the crowd. They are loving you,” Martha claps and orders.

Trish is back in her seat next to Brad and whispers to him, “Her name is Jane. She’s from Utah. She’s flat broke. Doesn’t believe in herself. Desperately lonely. It’s possible she’ll be at The Virgin Cocktail tonight. Go get ‘er, Tiger.”

Chapter 6

The second act turns out okay. Jane isn’t too pleased with her performance. She missed a few steps and couldn’t really get back into sync with the rest of the dancers. Her mind had been distracted by the odd visit in the change room. She felt nervous knowing she was being watched.

Afterward in the change room, Martha, the dance instructor, goes up to Jane and asks her what the hell was going on and why was she all over the place on stage. Jane cries openly, saying she just wanted to give up, that life is too hard and she probably shouldn’t even bother being a ballerina.

Martha puts her arm around her and tries to comfort her without making it look like she is favoring Jane.

“Sweetheart, the funder, Brad, clearly sees your talent. Maybe that’s what threw you off. Tomorrow’s another day, and the Universe has a funny way of turning things around. Never mind, and we’ll talk about it another time, okay?” Martha reassures her.

Jane sniffles and appreciates Martha’s patience with her.

One of the other dancers, Liz, comes up to Jane and invites her out to The Virgin Cocktail for drinks. At this point, Jane feels like she has nothing to lose.

“Yeah, sure, thanks for the invite,” replies Jane.

“Maybe we’ll find you some hunka-hunka of a guy,” says Liz, winking at Jane as if to tell her to lighten up about all the teasing.

“Wouldn’t that be a treat,” Jane replies and smiles.

All the dance troupe members head out to the bar, and order shooters all around. Jane can’t stomach them, so she goes for Piña Coladas instead. They taste so sweet and remind her of anywhere but the big city. God, what she would do to go somewhere tropical and get away from it all.

After about four cocktails, Jane feels the room spin and she looks around to see if there is anyone she can talk to. She’s bored of the dancers and their whole scene. She wants someone who will actually stimulate her.

At the end of the bar is a man nursing a beer and he seems to be staring at Jane. Jane feels a bit nervous and looks around in disbelief that someone would be gazing at her.

He is wearing a black suit, his silver tie loosened up, and his hair shaggy in that cool sort of way. He looks about 10 or 15 years older than the rest of the crowd, and Jane wonders why he’d be at a dive like this.

He continues staring at Jane and moves his head to show he’s watching her. Jane, assumes it must be someone else he’s wanting to catch eyes with. She looks around, but no one is behind her. She points to herself as if to say me? He nods, motioning for her to come over to him.

Jane, feeling aroused and curious with her normal guard down and loosened by the alcohol, teeters off her bar stool, pulling her dress down so it’s not sticking to her panties. She slowly makes her way over to him, walking unsteadily on her heels. Her knees are shaking with nervousness and excitement. She tries to find a flirty but graceful way of introducing herself like they do in the movies. She’s never done something like this before, but already loves how it feels to be someone else for a night, instead of the ‘good girl’ that everyone expects her to be.

He pats the stool next to him, indicating that she should sit down. She regards his body, imagining strong arms through his dark suit, his broad shoulders suggestive of a man in charge. He’s clearly a man who knows how to take care of things, a man who gets whatever he wants.

“Do you always tell people what to do?” Jane asked, surprised she’d come up with such a bold quip. Sitting down next to him, her skirt hikes up her thighs and close to her panties by mistake.

He reaches over, touches her thigh, and lightly rubs it. Jane is shocked and turned on all at the same time She wonders if she should slap him or let him take that hand further up to meet her trembling pussy.

He gently pulls her skirt down toward her knees, while his fingers graze over her skin and return back to his cold beer.

For a moment, she misses his warm hand on her fragile body. She wants to take that hand and have him rub her breasts through the white cotton shirt she is wearing, letting the nipples go hard and perk up so everyone will know she, too, is a wild woman who isn’t afraid of a man touching her in public. She wants to show those other girls that she’s not as much of a prude as they think she is.

“Do you always show off your panties in public?” he whispers in her ear.

His warm breath makes her close her eyes and pause for a moment. Oh my God, he feels so good next to me, Jane is thinking.

She opens her eyes and smiles demurely, as if she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. She wants to say only for you, but she knows that would be far too provocative, and she’s not sure if she wants to lead him on. The reality is that she wouldn’t even know what to do with him if he were to take her home.

He leans over and kisses her on the cheek, and she reacts with a nervous giggle.

“Do you like that?” he asks, knowing the answer, given the way she’s blushing.

He moves toward her and kisses her with his thick, warm, wet lips. Then he uses his tongue to moisten her thin, pink lips, moving her mouth open and holding her head back. She surrenders to him, and he shows her exactly what he wants, while making her feel secure. It is as if everyone else in the room disappears, and only the two of them remain.

Overhearing Valerie’s laugh in the background, Jane stops kissing him immediately, terrified that Valerie is watching her. She looks up and around the bar, and thankfully, finds Valerie in the middle of a crowd of guys, faking a strip tease. She is too busy to notice what Jane is doing.

Jane pushes herself up off the bar stool and looks away from Brad in embarrassment.

“I gotta go,” she says, walking away as fast as possible, grabbing her purse from the other stool.

“But…” Brad starts.

He doesn’t get a chance to introduce himself or get her number.

“Damn it,” he mutters. “Another beer, please, bartender.”

Chapter 7

“Ugghhhh,” Jane groans as she turns off the alarm. Her body feels like it’s spinning around the room. She reaches for her headache medication, but has no water to wash it down.

She rolls out of bed, still wearing her skirt and top from the night before, and makes her way to the kitchen. She bends over, feeling horrible at the thought of how much she drank and embarrassed that she kissed a random stranger, one who had to be at least ten years her senior. She looks in the mirror and finds she has lipstick smeared across her face. She can’t believe she let herself get so drunk.

There’s a knock at the door.

Oh, damn it, it’s the landlord, Jane assumes, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

A knock again.

“Ms. Bryden, are you there?”

It’s a man’s voice, but not the landlord’s. He knocks again.

Jane walks over to the door as quickly as she can without puking. She looks through the peep hole and sees a man who is about six feet tall with dark hair and wearing a pinstripe suit. His face looks friendly enough.

“Ms. Bryden, I’d like to speak with you. It’s about the gentleman you met last night.”

Jane flushes with embarrassment and flattery at the same time.

“Oh,” replies Jane through the closed door.,“What is it?”

“Would you mind opening the door? I have a proposal to make to you.”

She unlatches the door and opens it. The man notices that her hair is disheveled and that her tits are showing through her white blouse. Her skirt is half falling off of her, revealing her belly button. He wishes he could invite himself in, grab her beautiful waist, kiss her belly and throw her on the couch. He wants to rub his body all over her, but he knows better. He works for Brad Halliwell, and Brad has his eyes on this pretty, young thing.

He clears his throat.

“Um, sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I have an urgent message for you.”

Jane feels mildly confused, but wants the man to tell her whatever he needs to say so she can go back to bed.

“The gentleman you, uh, met last night at the bar, his name is Brad Halliwell, and he funded the ballet production you were in.”

Oh God, Jane thinks to herself, I really blew it this time.

“Well, he has asked me to offer you a proposal of sorts. He sees your potential as a ballerina and wonders if you would go away with him for a week to his private island. He was quite captivated by you.”

“Well, that’s a lovely offer,” says Jane, sarcastically. “But I’ve got bills to pay, and I just can’t take a week off.”

“Yes, he understands that completely. That’s why he is prepared to offer you one million dollars, so you have peace of mind and don’t have to worry about a thing. He’s already spoken with your dance instructor, letting her know that you might be away with him.”

Jane is dumbfounded. She’s never had that much cash offered to her before.

“One million dollars, really? What’s the catch?”

“Not much of one. He just requests you wear this piece of lingerie and the dress in this box and meet him at his private jet in Syracuse at three p.m. tomorrow.”

“Oh, I get it. I have to have sex with him. He wants me as his hooker. Well, you can tell your Mr. Brad Halliwell that even though I’m broke as hell, I’m not that kind of gal. I’m sure he can find someone else who will make him happy.”

Jane is proud of standing up for herself, even though all she wants to do is run to the bathroom and puke her guts out.

“Well, ma’am, that’s the thing. Mr. Halliwell is a decent enough man to say there is no such requirement. You don’t have to have sex with him…unless you want to. He will respect your choice either way, and you still get the million dollars at the end of it. He just asks that you follow his instructions knowing there is no pressure or expectation on his part. What do you say?”

Jane is blown away and doesn’t really know what to say. She remembers how he made her feel last night and how she was ready to give all of her body to him in that brief moment. She isn’t sure if she can trust herself or not, wondering if the piña coladas made her lose her senses.

Why would she pass up the chance to make a million dollars with a wealthy man wanting to take her to a private island? Without having to do anything but wear a specific outfit?

“Can I think about it?” Jane asks the man.

“Well, not really. Mr. Halliwell needs to know now, and would just ask you to sign this contract to confirm the details so we can book the jet.”

“Well, fine, what’s there to lose,” replies Jane flippantly, just wanting this man to go away so she can go back to bed.

She takes the box that has the dress and lingerie she’s supposed to wear and closes the door before the man has a chance to say goodbye. She tosses it on the couch and crawls back to bed, popping another pill.

“Oh God, I think I’m losing my mind,” she says to herself, and immediately doses off to sleep.

Chapter 8

The next day, Jane wakes feeling refreshed. She has a healthy breakfast, downs a glass of fresh juice, and turns on the tunes. The song I Can See Clearly Now is on and Jane sings out loud.

“It’s gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshine-y day.”

She feels happy and light-hearted, something she hasn’t felt in ages.

She goes to her bedroom and opens the box. Laying out the dress on the bed, she finds it to be a beautiful, form-fitting, satin dress that is full length and champagne-colored.

“Oh, wow!” Jane’s breath is taken away. “It’s stunning,” she says out loud. She wonders if she will fit into it and whether it will look good on her. It seems like it should be for a woman who looks more like a runway model in En Vogue magazine, not for someone like her.

She goes over to the mirror, and puts the dress up to her body. It looks like a perfect fit, she sees in disbelief. How did he know? She twirls around with the bottom of the dress floating around her ankles. She likes how it feels against her skin.

She unwraps the other package, the one with the lingerie in it. She unfolds a bra and panty set, also satin, champagne with a rose-colored lace trim along the edges. She pulls the panties up and caresses her breasts into the bra, pushing her cleavage up.

The panty is shaped to only lightly cover her ass, and clings to her hips in a way that makes her body look curvy and sensual.

Jane can’t believe what she sees in the mirror. Could it really be her? She pulls her hair down and it sweeps across her back, flowing along her skin. She turns to look at herself, and standing on her tippy toes she bends over.

Is that really my ass? It’s round and white with a peachy tone to it. Her ass is as tight as a rubber ball. When she smacks it, it doesn’t even jiggle.

“Hmmm. I guess this is one of the benefits of doing ballet,” she acknowledges.

She imagines Brad taking her dress off, pushing his hand down her backside, and grabbing her ass, pulling her aggressively toward him, thrusting his hard cock against her satin panties, making her all dripping wet while kissing and biting her neck.

Jane reaches down into her panties and starts stroking herself. She watches herself in the mirror moving her hand up and down, her fingers touching her delicate labia, the blood rushing to her hot center. She groans and moans, feeling her hair sway back and forth across her back, watching her hips shake and her legs twitch.

Grabbing her tits, she pushes them up so she can see more cleavage. She feels like a fucking beauty queen for the first time in her life. Moving her hand faster and faster and squeezing her fingers while she goes deeper inside of herself. She breathes deeply and moans loudly, not caring if the neighbors can hear her through the open window. She doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

She wants to be a woman and she wants to start by fucking Brad. She wishes he were here right now and imagines her actions if he were. She would push him onto the bed, then straddle and fuck him, like he’s never been fucked before.

“Oh Gawwwwdddd,” Jane moans, orgasming all over her hand, the juices flowing out and onto the satin panties. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk!” she screams. “I want you so fucking badly, Brad Halli-whoever-the-fuck-you-are!”

Jane flops on the bed, her legs drooping over the edge. She feels the cool breeze kiss her bare belly and realizes she is totally relaxed. For the first time, she feels free to be herself without the restraints of other people telling her what to do. She has never fantasized about someone like that before, and she can already sense it will be hard for her to say no to this man.

She wonders if she is crazy for getting on a plane with someone she barely knows, but it’s too late now, and she is curious about all these weird feelings she’s having.

Maybe he is the one who will make all of her loneliness and problems go away. She somehow doesn’t feel afraid of him hurting her. There’s something special about this guy, she could feel it last night, even though she was drunk. And a million dollars, really? For real? Is that really possible?

The phone rings and its Jane’s aunt.

“Hi, Aunt Millie. How are you? Uh huh… I’m pretty good. Staying focused on school, you know… No I don’t have big plans. Just staying at home and being good.”

Jane could never tell her aunt the truth about going away with Brad. Her aunt has only ever seen Jane as a good girl, and believes in her every step of the way. She is the one who loaned Jane money so she could go to school in New York in the first place. She would be horrified to find out Jane is taking money to go away with a man she has barely even met. Somehow, Jane likes that this is her little secret. It’s a side of herself no one knows about, and this adventure is all for her. She can be a completely different woman that nobody has preconceived notions about.

“No, Aunt Millie, I’m fine for money, but thank you for asking!” replies Jane, who then hangs up the phone.

Over the course of two hours, Jane washes and dries her new panties, puts the dress and stockings on, takes extra time with her hair, and even adds makeup.

Finally ready, she waters her plants and calls a cab to take her to the airport. She feels glamorous now in her own world and she loves it.

Chapter 9

The cab arrives at the airport. It is a beautiful day outside, with a light breeze. Jane is sitting in the back, excited by this new lifestyle she will be stepping into, even if it’s only for a week.

“Here we are, ma’am,” says the cab driver, treating her as if she is someone special. “Looks like you’re going on a fancy vacation,” he comments. “I must say, my dear, you are one beautiful woman and whoever you are meeting is one lucky man.”

Jane has never had anyone treat her as wealthy or extra-special, or even had men pay her attention at all really. She is used to being the one helping everyone else out and taking whatever kindness she can get from the world. People see her as timid, quiet and unappealing.

Jane is not sure how to respond to this man’s view of her. What could she say to seem confident, but not bitchy like some of the wealthy women she knew?

“Why thank you. That is very kind of you,” she replies, with a sense of detachment. She’d love to tell him how much it means to her, and that no one has ever seen her this way before.

“Here, you can keep the change,” she says, handing him the money.

She steps out of the cab and onto the tarmac. The cab driver goes over to grab her hand and help her out. She adjusts her dress and stands up tall, feeling like this is the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life.

“Thank you,” she says to the cab driver. “I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You’ve already made it wonderful for me,” he responds, in a completely genuine way.

Nervous, Jane put one foot in front of the other, the way she was trained in finishing school. She is delicate, graceful, and so anxious. She has a light scarf wrapped around her head and she is wearing dark sunglasses, enough to cover her uncertain eyes.

She walks toward the jet, her knees shaking from the excitement and anticipation. The cab driver admires her curves as she walks away.

A man at the top of the stairs waves at her. It doesn’t look like Brad. He must be the pilot. She can’t believe this is happening to her, that there would be people waiting for her and making sure she is welcomed and safe. She could get used to this.

She lifts her dress and takes one step at a time, pretending she’s done this before. She wonders if she’ll still be attracted to Brad, or if it was just the piña coladas clouding her vision. What if he turns out to be a sick pig of a guy and she isn’t able to stand being with him for an hour, much less a week?

All her anxieties are kicking in now and the only way to calm herself is to remember the feeling she had that night at the bar, and the way his personal assistant, Trish, made her feel in the change room.

She touches her belly, feeling the smoothness of the dress and tries to hold herself together. There’s no turning back now, Janey, she tells herself. Just make the best of this situation and follow orders.

She feels the cool air conditioning coming from the plane door. The pilot takes her hand and helps her in. She notices Brad on the phone, apparently engaged in a serious business call, and facing the direction of the bar.

Immediately, she blushes and feels heat flush throughout her body. She’s not sure if she should just run away while she still can or surrender to his wishes and fly away with him.

She notices his fit, round ass through his dress slacks and his broad shoulders looking so strong and capable. She can feel herself getting moist just looking at him.

She is not sure what to do. Should she just stand there and wait or go over and sit in the smooth, leather chairs. She imagines herself spreading her legs open to touch herself while he’s watching and stuck talking business on the phone. She could show him her satin panties, and get him all turned on, teasing him by not letting him touch her, pushing her heels against his body. She would put her fingers inside herself and show him just what she wants, getting excited, but not permitting him to enter her.

When he hangs up the phone, she would have him beg to touch her, kissing him first on the lips then pushing his face down to her pussy, having him take off her panties with his teeth and licking his tongue all around her pink parts. She would push his face deeper into her, moving it around so his nose presses against her clit and his tongue licks inside of her while she gets all juicy.

She’d unbuckle his belt and rub his cock with her foot, getting him hard enough to push himself inside of her, thrusting deep, with her cunt tightening and holding him far inside of her, pulsing and…

Brad turns around and sees her, putting his finger up to show he’ll be a moment. He motions over to the leather chairs indicating that she should take a seat.

Jane snaps out of it and doesn’t want to expose her thoughts to him. She maintains her composure and walks over to the chairs to sit down. The leather feels cool, fresh, and relaxing. She sits upright and looks out the window at the blue sky, taking in the calmness of the day, and breathes a sigh of relief.

Chapter 10

Brad looks out the window and is in awe of how beautiful she is. The dress fits perfectly around her breasts and outlines her thin frame. It looks better on her than he could have imagined. He wishes he could race down to her with the excitement he’s feeling inside He would kiss her on the hand, lift her up and carry her through the door of the jet. He hasn’t felt like this since high school with Kelly, and feels as if he is already ready to marry her.

This is crazy-thinking, and Brad isn’t sure if he’s losing his mind or if he really is feeling something deeper for her. I mean, really… a million dollars, what is he thinking? He’s never done something like this before, especially for a woman. My God.

The closer she gets, the more he can see the outline of her face. The sun is beaming down on her cheeks, giving her a homegrown beauty queen look. She even put on a deep, red lipstick, making her look so kissable.

He gets turned on quickly, his cock growing harder and harder under his dress pants. He rubs himself trying to make it go down, yet all he wants to do is pull it out and stroke himself while she’s watching.

How he’d love to just carry her over to the leather couch, pull up that dress, and stick it into her without even saying a word.

My God, she’s just so beautiful! Brad thinks to himself, not knowing how he’s going to hold back. Her tits are so perky, and the way the pearls drape on her neck makes her appear elegant and sexy at the same time. He wonders how the lingerie looks on her, how the lace trim on the panties looks against her skin. He would love to bite them off and ravage her body in ways she has never known before. He loves how innocent she is underneath it all, knowing no one has ever touched her before.

He wants to be her first for everything. Her first hickey, her first orgasm with a man, her first fingering, her first blowjob. God, it excites him, all of the things he can teach and show her

He knows he has to be careful about not scaring her away, though, and he needs to make her feel at ease. He has met other virgin ballerinas before, but none who looked or acted like Kelly, and none who have made his heart pound like this.

He can see how hard she’s trying to look like she has it together, taking careful steps up toward the plane. He knows she is anxious inside and he loves how she’s maintaining her composure. She is such a lady in hiding, with no idea how wonderful she is. He can’t wait to bring out her true self, away from the country girl she believes herself to be.

What was her life like back home? She looks so untouched and innocent, like she’s never had the burden of too much pain or disappointment, he thinks to himself. So fresh and he’d never want her to ever get hurt. He wants to protect her from this bad world and preserve her precious nature.

Kelly was like that. She had what seemed to be a perfect life. No major problems, just the typical things normal, teenage girls go through—nervousness about life and hormonal changes, along with worries about her future dreams and goals. Her parents never made her work too hard and supported her in whatever her dreams were. That’s why she became such a graceful ballerina.

Maybe Jane’s parents are perfectionists, common among ballerinas, never giving her a chance to have a life outside of ballet classes. Living and breathing it, forced to dance at the exclusion of a normal high school life with friends and other activities.

Brad’s family was always money-hungry, and he never had a chance to learn anything besides being an entrepreneur and saving money. He dreamed of playing basketball or just taking off and backpacking across Europe, but those things didn’t make money. He knew his only worth would be what he made for the family.

He took over the business owned by his parents when they died two years ago in a car crash, but quite honestly, it wasn’t as tragic for him as when Kelly died. She had been his heart and her death left him aching for that kind of love again.

His parents didn’t like Kelly because she was a distraction from the family business, and she wasn’t of the same ilk as them. They thought she would drag Brad down with her.

He hadn’t been allowed to date anyone outside of his class after her death, and the women they tried to arrange for him were boring, stuffy, full of themselves, and prima donnas.

But Brad wants a real woman, a woman who is caring, loving and sexy—all wrapped up in one package. A woman untainted by the greed of the world.

Jane steps through the door and he quickly turns away from her, pretending he’s on a call and adjusting himself in his pants.

“Yes, Chris, I am firm about that. No deals are going ahead without my approval, got it?”

Brad asserts his authority, trying to show Jane he’s a man who takes charge.

He can feel Jane’s presence behind him and his spine tingles. Her energy feels so loving, and he can sense a tinge of nervousness in her, as well. He needs to remain cool and collected, making sure she doesn’t run out the door and leave him behind.

He turns around and their eyes meet. He smiles and raises his finger to show he’ll just be a minute or so on the phone. He motions for her to sit on the leather couch, then turns back around to the bar to pour her a champagne while he pretends to finish his conversation.

Chapter 11

“Ah, Ms. Jane Bryden. I’m so glad you accepted my invitation,” Brad smiles, as if this were just another business deal. He hands Jane a flute of champagne.

Sitting down across from him, she notices his jawline is stern and steady. His dark eyes show authority, but there is also a gentleness to them. He has a confidence and a comforting presence somehow all at the same time.

Jane feels a bit awkward sitting across from him, remembering how they made out at the bar two nights before. She wonders what he really thought of her and isn’t sure if she should be embarrassed about her behavior or flattered by the attention.

The fact that he invited her here and offered her a million dollars probably says a lot. Now that she’s sitting across from him, she feels a wave of anxiety, wondering if she really could sleep with him. She knows she wouldn’t be as exciting in bed as she hopes to be, and is terrified of disappointing him.

Snapping out of it, Jane is a bit stunned at how easy going he is about all of this, as if he has done it with other women before. She’s now getting the picture, and she’s really not sure if she should trust him. It could very well be that he sees her as some skanky girl and has hired her for sex.

Jane looks around at her options. The door is still open and she could leave if she wanted to. She starts sweating a bit under her arms and asks if she can use the washroom before they take off.

Brad gets up and shows her the way, trying not to be obvious as he looks at her cleavage. Her breasts look so delicate and soft.

“Right over there, Ms. Bryden,” he points. He can see she is feeling jittery and uncertain, and wonders what has set her off.

Jane goes into the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror to try and gain strength. She talks to herself in her mind. Look here, Jane, you may have gotten yourself into a pickle. There’s still time for you to leave and not get hurt. Just be straight with him.”

Jane flushes the toilet, pretending she used it, and washes her hands. She opens the door, ready to confront him, but Brad beats her to it.

“So, Ms. Bryden, you are probably wondering what you are doing on this plane and why I’ve offered you a million dollars,” Brad states directly.

“Well, it had crossed my mind,” replies Jane, with a bit of a sarcastic tone.

“Well, you see, you remind me a lot of a budding talent I knew years ago. She looked a lot like you and even danced as elegantly as you do. She had your same stature, and had a more natural appearance than most of the other girls. You see, I like that. You have personality, and you stand out from the rest. I want to support you in your career, and at the same time, see if there might be a spark between us. I know we need some time to get to know each other, but I’m sure you felt it the other night at the bar. Am I right?” Brad asks, matter-of-factly.

“Well yes, now that you mention it. I found it to be a satisfying experience,” Jane says, blushing and looking down at the floor.

“Well, all I ask from you this week is to join me at some key events, and we’ll have our meals together. I’ll be giving you a mystery note every day with instructions. None of it will ask you to perform anything sexual, unless you feel moved to, which I would willingly accept of course,” Brad explains, again without a blink of an eye.

Jane’s suspicion grows stronger, and she is feeling more agitated.

“Mr. Halliwell, I need to ask you something, and I’ll warn you, it may seem direct,” Jane speaks up.

“What is it, Ms. Bryden?”

Brad leans in with his legs splayed open, exposing the huge bulge in his pants.

“Have you done this before? Offered a young woman a lot of money to go away with you?”

“Oh, you mean like an escort?” he responds easily, apparently not offended in the least. “No, I actually have never done this kind of thing before. There is just something about you, Jane. Something I can’t quite put my finger on, but it has caught me up in a way I don’t understand,” he replies honestly. “I would love it if you would join me for the week, but only if you feel comfortable, of course.”

Jane smiles and looks demurely out the window, blushing. She has never had a man show such interest in her before, much less give her the chance to choose whatever she wants.

“Does that answer your question, Ms. Bryden?”

“Jane. You can call me Jane, Mr. Halliwell. And I will gladly accept your offer,” she replies.

They shake hands and he holds hers longer, the warmth of the gesture setting her heart at ease.

“Please call me Brad.”

Brad signals to the pilot to go-ahead for closing the door and getting on with the plan. The pilot goes to the cockpit and soon they take off for Brad’s private island in the middle of the Caribbean.

“You’ll be arriving in three hours, Mr. Halliwell,” announces the pilot.

“Perfect. Everything is working out just perfectly,” responds Brad.

Chapter 12

“So, have you ever travelled outside the country before, Jane?” Brad asks, hoping he gets to be the first person to show her a whole new world outside of what she is used to.

“Well, honestly, no. My mother had a heart attack at the thought of me living in New York, she’d die if I told her I was going to somewhere completely foreign,” Jane replies.

“So you didn’t tell your mom you were going away this week?” Brad asks, piqued at the thought that Jane does have a rebellious side to her.

Jane blushes and looks to the ground, feeling like she was just found out. There has always been a battle inside of her, between wanting to do the right thing for her parents and wanting to experience more of the world.

She has urges to do whatever she wants without rules or limits, to see more, do more and break out of the box everyone wants to put her in. She knows her mother would be worried sick if she knew she was doing this, and would do everything in her power to make sure Jane wasn’t on this plane.

“Well, no, I didn’t. She wouldn’t understand. She’s very small-minded, you know,” Jane says calmly. “Life back home is a bit boring and everyone is afraid of strangers. They just wouldn’t understand.”

Brad loves the way she talks. Honest, yet composed, trying to hold in her anxiety and embarrassment. Her cute lips, how they move when she speaks, still revealing that part of Utah in her that is innocent and in his mind, simply charming.

She has the cute curl turning up on the side of her mouth when she finishes her sentences. Oh, how he would love to just go up to her and lightly kiss those lips, just to feel their softness.

“Well, that’s very courageous of you, Jane,” Brad acknowledges, truly impressed. “I admire women who are willing to walk to their own beat and show fearlessness. That takes a lot of guts.”

Jane has never really seen herself that way. She always felt herself to be frail on the inside and a bit of a coward. She doesn’t see herself as having guts just because she frequently withholds the truth from her parents or because she moved to New York. She sees herself as quite idiotic for chasing her dreams, especially since everything is falling apart. Jane had begun believing that only fools chase dreams, and in the end she would have to settle for the life she’s been given and accept her mundane fate, giving up her dream to dance in New York.

Jane looks around at the inside of the plane and sees her reflection in the window. She hardly recognizes herself with her hair up and the form-fitting outline of the dress. Is that really me? How did I go from broke and about to be evicted to here?

“Honestly, I never in a million years expected I would do such things. I just had to follow my spirit, but look at where it’s led me,” she says, looking Brad directly in the eye.

She turns and looks out the window. Flushing a bright red, Jane is stunned. She was so surprised she even did that. She has never been like this with anybody before, so bold, sassy, and direct. She really does feel this attraction to Brad, as if he has a magnetic pull on her.

She wonders if she’s losing her mind or if the drink has been spiked. How is it he does this to her?

She wishes she had the courage to lean toward him, push him back on the seat, stand up and lift her dress to straddle his legs. She wants to grab his hand and lead it down to rub her inner thighs. She imagines teasing him before he gets to touch her pussy, then pushing his face in between her tits to get him fully aroused, keeping him on the edge of his seat, so to speak.

She would sway her hips back and forth, using something she learned from the other ballet dancers who danced at a strip club part-time to put themselves through college. She would tease his cock to make it hard and keep him so horny. She’d rub her pussy on his cock with his pants on, releasing her juices all over him, not caring whether he didn’t have another pair to change into. She wants to make him squirm and beg for more. She can see in his eyes that he already is caught up in desire, he’s just afraid to show it.

Jane turns her head away again, trying to give it some kind of energetic shake to snap her out of these crazy thoughts. God, these dirty thoughts, where are they coming from?

Brad tilts his head, curious as to whether she’s really interested in him now that they are sober. Was that her being flirty, or is she just putting on an act for him because he’s paying her?

He had worried she wouldn’t be that excited to see him, and this would end up being just another woman pretending she likes him. He really doesn’t know these days. He’s met so many who just want to use him for his money and will go to any length to win his heart and his wallet.

Once, he was actually hooked on a woman named Linda, and it turned out she was the secret spy of another CEO, sent in to get in on Brad’s corporate secrets. He couldn’t risk that humiliation again and it nearly lost him the majority of shares in his own corporation.

He learned not to let his heart care when it came to the women he seduced, so now he’s a bit taken aback at how he is letting himself trust Jane so easily. He suspects it is because she really didn’t know who he was that night at the bar, and she still accepted this proposal.

“So, Jane, what do you like to do for fun?” asks Brad, half-hoping it might lead to some naughty play.

“Well, that’s a word I haven’t heard in ages,” laughs Jane, breaking the sexual tension in the room. “All I know is, I’m having fun right now,” she says, very sincerely.

Brad smiles and relaxes back into the recliner. “Me, too,” he says, thinking he hasn’t felt so truly at ease with a woman since Kelly, “me, too.”

Chapter 13

Jane takes off her shoes, and curls her legs up on the wide chair. Brad hands her a blanket in case she’s feeling chilly. It seems as if they’ve known each other forever, given how comfortable they already are. She has a sweet and light laugh, one that is genuine and says she’s truly listening to him.

He asks if he can rub her feet.

“Really?” Jane asks. “I’ve never had anyone ask me that before. Do I have to take off my nylons?” she asks.

Brad doesn’t know if that’s an innocent question or an inviting one.

Brad imagines her turning around and bending over, the satin dress tightening across her ass. Then pulling her dress up just enough, without revealing too much, then pulling down her nylons slowly, lifting one leg at a time. He loves watching a woman undress. He would push up against her, grab her hips, unzip his pants, pull out his hard cock, and fuck her long and hard from behind, all the while reaching around and fingering her wet pussy, giving her the best experience she has ever known in her life. He’d show her what fun is, and make her beg for more.

“Brad? Nylons on or off?” Jane tries to get his attention.

“Oh, sorry. On is just fine,” replies Brad, knowing he doesn’t totally trust himself already, and it would be even harder if he watched her take them off.

She stretches out her leg and gives him her right foot. Placing it gently on his lap he goes to put his hands on the bottom of her foot and she immediately starts to giggle.

“Oh, so you’re ticklish, are you?” Brad jokes. “I wonder where else you’re ticklish,” he winks, hoping it won’t scare her away.

“Well, that’s original,” Jane quips.

Huh, she is a bit sassy, he thinks. He raises his eyebrow at her, then starts rubbing her feet more deeply.

Jane loves it. She’s taking it all in. Nobody has ever done this before, and her whole body relaxes at once. She pushes the chair back so she is lying down. For some reason, she feels like she can trust Brad innately and that she could even fall right to sleep without worrying. As she has that very thought, she dozes off.

Brad scans her body and wishes he could spread her legs wide open, thrusting himself toward her pussy and fucking her while she’s half asleep and half awake. He imagines she would moan and squeeze her pussy naturally, wanting more and more of his cock inside of her, letting him have whatever he wants as she surrenders to him totally.

He can see up her dress a bit. She is wearing a garter belt to hold up her stockings, and he can see the outline of the champagne and rose-laced panties he bought her. He is getting another hard on, dying to see more of her, to spread her open and see how beautiful she looks. He wants to stroke her legs and get her tingling from the inside out, turning her on until she wants him as badly as he wants her.

He wants to get her all worked up and sweaty, to the point where she has an animalistic desire to fuck him until it hurts, and coming just at the thought of him entering her. He’d lift her up to straddle him, pushing her up and down on his cock so hard and fast she would have to explode in a flood of hot wetness all over him while he stays hard the whole time. He’d keep pushing her up and down until he explodes inside of her, so much that it drips out all over the seat.

She would scream and moan, so loud that the pilot could hear how much of a man Brad Halliwell is—a good, chick-fucking lover. The pilot would know that this beautiful young thing wants him, and he can satisfy her like no one else.

Jane wakes up slightly and can feel Brad’s hand moving up her calf. She likes it, including the way it sends goosebumps up her spine, but she knows it could lead to something more, and she’s not sure if she’s ready to go there yet. She leans over, grabs Brad’s hand, and pushes it back down to her feet.

“I really like when you just massage my feet,” she says directly.

Brad nods and respects her request.

“So, Jane, how did you get involved with ballet?” Brad asks, genuinely wanting to know.

Jane doesn’t like telling the story, as it seems stupid and childish, and a man like Brad probably wouldn’t understand since it seems like he’s always been destined for success.

“First,” says Jane, “I want to know about you, like where did you grow up?”

“Arkansas City.”

“What did your parents do?”

“They owned the company I own now.”

“Are they dead?” Jane asks bluntly, then realizes that could be inappropriate. “Oops. I’m so sorry, never mind.”

“No, it’s okay. They died two years ago in a car crash.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry.”

Jane looks away feeling embarrassed and then goes silent.

“No, it’s okay, really. We weren’t that close. They saw me more as a business transaction,” Brad says, reassuring her by holding her hand.

“Oh, that’s weird. I’m sorry you didn’t have loving parents.”

Jane again feels like she is getting too personal, but doesn’t know what else to say.

“No, it’s true. I envy the people who have caring parents,” Brad says, looking to see if that’s the case with Jane.

“Yeah, my parents care, maybe too much sometimes. It can be suffocating,” Jane says.

“Were they the ones who got you into ballet?” Brad pries.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” asks Jane.

“Well, this trip is more than inviting you to be a beautiful woman on my arm, you know,” Brad says. “I am curious, partially to figure out if I should invest in you as a ballerina, and also whether I should continue to support the ballet company you are a part of. Let’s call it a bit of a job interview process.”

“Ah, okay. That’s fair,” replies Jane. “Like a business transaction,” Jane smirks. “What do you want to know about me?”

Chapter 14

“How did you get into ballet?” Brad asks, leaning forward to show that he sincerely cares and wants to hear her story.

“Well, mine isn’t the typical story of parents who sent their child to ballet school at age three and had her performing for commercials at age five,” replies Jane, preparing him for a story that isn’t one of fairy tales.

“Go ahead. I don’t like typical anyway,” says Brad, reassuring her that he doesn’t need her to be perfect.

“Well, the truth is, I was watching ballet on T.V. when I was seven years old. I was mesmerized by the tutus, the women and the music. I would watch it for hours and hours. I thought the women on the show were stunning and beautiful. They would take me away to a magic world,” Jane says wistfully, like she is back to being a child.

“As beautiful as you are,” Brad says, looking into her eyes sincerely.

“Well, that’s not true now, Brad, though I will accept your flattery,” Jane blushes.

Brad can’t believe she isn’t able to see herself for who she really is. The more he is in her presence and the more he gets to know her, the more beautiful she becomes.

He loves how natural she is, and her quirky side that is trying so hard to fit in and do well, but her personality can’t help but shine through.

Her skin is smooth and tender. She has an adorable, crooked, front tooth that shows her small-town roots where every child doesn’t get braces to fix their teeth. She has three tiny moles on the side of her neck that look like fairies have pranced on her with muddy feet.

“So, do you want to hear the rest?” Jane asks, trying to snap Brad out of his trance, thinking he’s grown bored of hearing her talk.

“Of course! Sorry, I was just getting lost in imagining you as a child. Go ahead.”

“Well, my parents are pretty practical people. My mom was a bookkeeper at the time, and my dad was a line worker at the local factory. They worked hard and cared only about paying the bills and going to church.” Jane explains as if she has told the story many times before.

“Do you still go to church?” Brad asks, hoping she isn’t too moral.

“Only when I go back home and visit my parents. They are more into it than I am, though I do like some of the teachings,” she says earnestly.

Phew. Brad is relieved to know he won’t have the ‘sex after marriage’ barrier to deal with.

“So, dreaming and doing something for the joy of it wasn’t something my family encouraged, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh yes, I can understand that very well.” Brad reminisces on his own difficulties with lost dreams as a child. “My parents were all about business, and I just followed suit, so to speak.”

“Did you ever dream of doing something different?”

Jane is curious, wondering if maybe they could relate on something like this.

“Well actually, I always wanted to be a pilot. We went on trips all the time, and I used to sit in the cockpit and watch all the lights and gadgets. I thought how cool it would be to be in charge of something so big. I could go anywhere in the world that I wanted and get away from it all,” recalls Brad. “But being a pilot was considered a step down in my family, and out of the question.”

Jane suddenly sees Brad in a whole new light. He was a boy who didn’t have the courage to stand up to his parents, and instead, followed their dream of what they wanted him to become. Perhaps he always lived in a world of ‘what ifs’.

“Well, that’s too bad, Brad, but you still could become a pilot, you know. You have the money and the plane,” Jane comments matter-of-factly. “Sorry to be so bold.”

“No, I like it. I could do it now, I suppose. I just don’t have the time. I’m always too wrapped up in business deals and managing a major corporation. It seems like if I so much as sneezed, everything could fall apart.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

Jane reflects on how lucky she is that she’s not that important.

“So, back to the story, tell me more,” Brad insists.

“Oh, right. Well, I begged Mom to send me to ballet classes. She would only give me ballet dolls to play with instead. I decorated my room so it looked like a ballerina’s castle—pink and sparkles, plus everything in-between.”

“Including a knight in shining armor?” Brad jokes. “Sorry. Continue.”

“Well, the thought did cross my mind,” Jane winks.

At this point, Jane looks like she is relaxed and at ease. She is using her hands and arms to express herself openly, and she is giggling from her heart. When she leans forward, Brad catches a bit of her cleavage out of the corner of his eye. He wishes he could take his finger and stroke it down into her dress, tracing her nipples while she tells her story of innocence and dreams.

He’d love to make her giggle and tingle until she got goosebumps all over her body. He wants to take a strawberry and put it in her mouth, then bite the other half so he can kiss her deeply on the lips, then give her champagne to sip while he slowly unzips her dress and licks her body from her neck, down her breasts to her belly button, tracing her pubic bone with his lips. He’d pull her body down, gently spread her legs, and lick her gorgeous, sweet, innocent pussy, making it all his to enjoy.

“So, because I couldn’t go to ballet school, I’d practice every day at home while watching television. Finally, a teacher at school took notice of the fact that I had ballet-everything—ballet pencils, ballet binders, ballet erasers, you name it. She took me aside and asked if a ballerina is what I wanted to be when I grew up. I nodded with embarrassment, thinking no one ever had such stupid dreams, but she saw something more in me and called my parents and told them they needed to enroll me in classes. So, when I was 10 years old they did, and it became my whole life.”

“Wow! Now, that’s a girl who really knows how to follow her heart,” he acknowledged, looking at Jane with more admiration.

“Really? You think so? There’s still a part of me that feels a bit foolish.”

“Why is that? You’re living in New York and attending one of the best ballet schools in the United States, and you just danced at the finest hall imaginable,” Brad points out. “You’ve got my attention, that’s for sure,” he added.

“I never looked at it that way,” said Jane. “Quite honestly, I’ve been struggling with the other girls at school. I’m flat broke, and about to be evicted. I don’t know a soul in New York, and now I’m doing crazy things like kissing a stranger in a bar,” she says, referring to Brad.

“Well, did you like it?” he asks and smiles.

She smirks and isn’t sure how to respond. Not knowing if she wants him to really know how she feels at this point.

“Um, yeah, I’d have to say I did.”

She turns her head away, afraid that if she looks him in the eye, they would kiss again.

“Yeah, me too,” he replies assuredly. “Your lips are very soft.”

Chapter 15

“You know, Jane,” Brad says, while getting up for more champagne. “I am really impressed by you. You have a determination to go after what you want.”

“Thanks,” says Jane, feeling a bit tipsy. “Not many have seen it that way.”

“It’s often lonely when you’re out doing your own thing while everyone else is just plugging away at their regular lives. You have passion inside of you. A true zeal and a sense of who you really are.”

“Well, you’re far too kind. I wish the world would support ballet the way you do. It seems to be a dying art, and that really doesn’t make much common sense,” Jane remarks.

Brad reaches over to touch her chin, and she raises her head.

“Listen. Whoever was so hard on you and made you doubt yourself was a small, mean-spirited person,” Brad says, staring right into her eyes. “You are beautiful, Jane Bryden, in body and spirit, and you have such guts, something I haven’t seen in all the women I’ve met in my life. You haven’t given up, and you haven’t let them bring you down. You have a grace and a dignity up there for the art, not just some movements you learned because your parents told you to, like the other girls.”

Nobody has ever stood up for her this way. Her dad was a pretty quiet guy, always taking direction from her mom. And her mom was only interested in living a mediocre existence and telling everyone else what to do, but not paying attention to what they needed.

Jane was an only child and would often spend her days playing with dolls and dreaming up a fantasy life far, far away.

Tears start welling up in her eyes at the memory, and she worries she is going to ruin her mascara and look like hell.

“Excuse me, I have to go to the washroom,” she says.

“Jane, did I offend you?” Brad asks, concerned that he’s messed something up.

“No, I just need to take a bit of a break. I think the champagne is getting to me,” she replies.

Brad realizes how lonely and sensitive she is. He knows she needs a man to hold her and make her feel loved and safe. He wants nothing more than to be that man.

He can see she has never been treated as the beautiful young woman she is, and is thrilled that he gets to be the first person in her life who shows her what love really feels like.

When she comes back, he wants to pull her into his arms, drape her across his lap, and comfort her while she sobs and lets out all of her pain. He would stroke her shoulders, kiss them, and help her feel secure in this world that has been so mean. He would help her melt away the neglect and the critical words that have wounded her heart, until it all went away.

Jane returns, still dabbing tissues around her eyes. Brad reaches out his hand to her.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Just had to get myself back.”

“You don’t have to be fine with me, Jane. None of us are perfect. You can just be yourself around me, you know. I’m not afraid of a few tears,” says Brad.

Jane laughs a bit. “Well, that’s what you say now. You don’t know what floodgates you may be opening.”

“I can take it. Really, I can,” he says, still holding her hand.

His hand feels warm, strong and comforting, like all the problems in the whole world could just melt away.

Jane wishes she could pull herself closer to him, where he could wrap his arms around her waist, as she cries out all the pain of her life, her hurts, her desperate loneliness, and her fears, feeling like she can relieve herself of it all with him, then rest safely in his embrace.

She would kiss him all over and passionately fall right into him, straddling him with her dress hiked up, stroking his cock to make him feel wanted.

She wants to show him, even if it’s only for a moment, how special he is to her right now. She would get on her knees, unzip his pants, and lick and suck his cock the way she has seen in those late-night movies. She would make him feel like the most special and important man alive, because he is the only one who has ever really seen her.

“Brad?”

“Yes.”

“I am starting to really like you.”

“Thanks, I’m really liking you, too,” he says.

“I think we’ll have some fun this week.”

“Me, too. I’m glad you’re with me.”

“Thanks.”

They stay in a place of silence, not sure what is supposed to come next. Jane leans back in the chair and watches the clouds through the window.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” she asks him.

“In what way?”

“Craziest, wildest, something so bold nobody would have thought you would ever do anything like it.”

Brad is not sure if he wants to share that truth. He’s done a lot of things, and the last thing he wants to do is give her the impression he is some kind of player or that he’s dangerous. Money just provides a whole lot of freedom, and he’s let himself push his limits because of it.

“Well, I don’t really know what to tell you. Craziest adventure or craziest sex?”

“Well, now that you mention it, both.”

“Ohh. Hmmmm… I’ll start with craziest adventure. I did a 24-hour binge one time where I travelled to Australia to swim with sharks, then went to Thailand to learn about snake charming, and then did a fire-breathing class on the beach. That was probably the craziest 24 hours of my life. And yes, alcohol and drugs were involved.”

Jane’s eyes went wide open.

“For real? You did those things?”

“Yes, and I lived to tell the tale.”

“Thankfully!” Jane says, still shocked. “I’m not sure now if I still want to hear about your craziest sex.”

“Let’s just say it involved five women, five hours, and lots of fluid,” Brad says, not wanting to share all the details.

He has banked on the fact that Jane probably hasn’t heard much about sex play.

Jane put her hands up to her ears, shaking her head and smiling.

“I don’t want to know,” she half jokes. “It’s too much for my innocent ears.”

“Yes, I agree,” Brad says, smiling. “No need to know all the juicy details. Yet…”

Chapter 16

Jane leans back in her chair yawning, and tells Brad she’s going to take a quick nap. She covers herself in a blanket and curls up into a ball.

Brad notices how sweet she looks, and replays their exchange so far. She is so easy to be with and clearly isn’t trying to impress anybody. He would never want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She reminds him so much of Kelly, and has to keep remembering that Jane is a different person. With Kelly, he’d just go over beside her, cuddle up, and hold her until she fell asleep. Then later he would play with her nipples until they were hard, tickling her clit until it stood up, then kiss her body until it was tingling.

He’d stroke her pussy until it was all nice and wet, waking her up in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. He would do that all the time with Kelly, and she loved it.

They’d had a great sex life and would fuck anywhere they got the chance. In the back of their friend’s cars was a frequent favorite. Or she would give him blow jobs at the office building owned by his parents, right in the middle of the executive boardroom. She’d even sneak him into her house at night where he’d come into her bedroom and they’d have the craziest orgasms while having to be totally silent so her parents wouldn’t hear them. He’d leave her in her bed, feeling raw and exhausted, with his come all over her belly and tits, while he sneaked back out the door. Somehow, they never got caught.

Those times with Kelly were so special. They naturally fit together and trusted each other. They could go anywhere together and both knew they were made for each other.

What he wouldn’t do to have that feeling again. That feeling of being completely relaxed with a woman, like playmates taking on the world and making it a shiny and happy place to be.

He hopes Jane will be that to him. He wants to show her Paris and have someone paint her portrait. He wants to take her to Iceland where they get a private spa experience and have wild, passionate sex in the hot springs. Or he could rent out the National Art Gallery, so they can fuck in front of a Monet painting while covering each other in champagne and chocolate sauce.

He wonders if Jane will ever be that wild of a woman. It could be even better with her than it was with Kelly, because now he had money to play with and no parents to sneak around.

Jane tosses and turns in her chair. Brad clearly sees she’s having a dream, judging by the way her eyes are moving quickly around under the tender lids. Is it a good dream or bad? Is she dreaming about him? He can only hope, but can’t tell. She starts swaying and her head nods down to the side.

Jane is lost in a place that feels like a different world. She is dreaming she is in a garden in the middle of the night, and is wearing only a see-through negligée. It’s all white and goes down just to the top of her thighs. She has white, satin panties underneath, and the cool breeze is flowing through it and up her body.

She is walking around barefoot in the field, and she can feel the dew on her feet. It all feels surreal and magical. She is lost in this dream, but somehow doesn’t feel that way. She is looking for something and just going wherever she is pulled to go.

She sees a water fountain and splashes water all over her body. In the reflection, she notices the presence of someone behind her. She is terrified and frozen for a moment, unable to run anywhere. She feels this person come closer and closer behind her. She wants to scream, but she can’t.

Then she feels hands on her back, and at first, she is ready to run, or to fight, but then she realizes these hands are safe and warm.

They are the hands of a man, and they are lifting up her lingerie and rubbing around her lower back. She has no idea who this is, and she doesn’t care.

It feels so good to have a mystery man touching her. She can feel his breath on her neck, and his one hand reaches around to her right breast, massaging it to turn her on. Then his other hand reaches down her ass, and he starts playing with it in a way no one ever has before.

She reaches down with her hand and starts stroking her pussy while he’s finger fucking her ass. Who is this man? Who cares? It feels so good. She starts moaning and getting wet in her dream. She looks in the mirror and sees that it’s Brad.

She wakes up, startled, and wonders if Brad really is touching her body. She looks over and sees Brad is across from her. He hasn’t been touching her, but part of her wishes he would have been. Her panties are so wet, as if she came in them. She’s nervous, wondering if he was watching and knows she just had a wet dream about him.

“Wow, I had the craziest dream,” she said, fishing to see if there was anything she should be worried about.

“I noticed,” he said, not setting her mind at ease at all. “You were moaning a lot.”

“Crazy. I think I need to go to the washroom to freshen up.”

“I’ll save your seat,” Brad says and winks.

He can smell her juices in the air, and based on her moaning, he suspects she was dreaming about sex. He’d love to take a chance and start something up in the bathroom with her while she’s still horny, wet, and out of her senses, but he wants her to come to him when she’s ready, and not feel like he’s pushed himself on her.

Damn, she’s one sexy creature. I can’t wait to get a piece of her sweet ass.

Chapter 17

Brad is hopeful that she’ll be awhile cleaning up her wet mess and trying to compose herself. He unzips his pants and starts stroking his cock, barely able to contain himself. He is so hard, he’s ready to explode all over the place, and has been that way for so long. He wraps it with his hand and pulses up and down really fast, imagining it is Jane riding on top of him, her hair down, swinging with abandon all over her tits.

He wants to grab her hips and fuck her back and forth, up and down, side to side, anything to get her all worked up and to show her how he can pleasure her, and give her an idea of how much she turns him on.

He thinks of her getting wetter and wetter, moaning and breathing so hard she can’t catch her breath, then screaming so loud the pilot can hear them, making him jealous knowing Brad is fucking her hard. He saw how the pilot checked out her ass, and that ass will be all his.

Brad continues, imagining that just as he would be ready to come, he’d pull her off his cock, jack himself, and shoot come all over her tits and belly so it drips down into her pubic hair. Then he’d have her suck him until there was nothing left.

With that thought, Brad comes all over his cock and it shoots over to the other side of the seat where Jane has been sitting.

God, I wish I could just have her now.

He hears Jane come out of the bathroom, so he rushes to put his cock in his pants, then wipes the seat down with soda water and his napkin while wiping his hands at the same time.

Jane walks back over and Brad feels like he’s going to lose his mind at how horny he feels for her, even though he just jacked off.

“So, how comfortable are you with dressing up?” Brad asks, trying to divert his deeper urges.

“Well, I’m a ballerina, aren’t I?” Jane replies. “Ballerinas are all about dressing up.”

“That, you are,” Brad agrees. “So, perhaps you won’t mind some of the things I’ll be asking you to do this week. Are you wearing the lingerie underneath your dress right now, for example?”

Jane’s face flushes beet red, unsure of how she wants to respond, given she just had a wet dream with Brad in it.

“Uh, yes, I am.”

“Do you like it? The lingerie? Does it fit? Does it feel good?” asks Brad, fantasizing about how it looks under her dress.

Jane feels her pussy heating up and squeezing again just from his words and tone of voice. God, he has some kind of spell on her.

“Yeah, it’s a perfect fit, actually. I really don’t know how you figured that out, quite honestly. Especially the bra.”

Brad imagines her in the bra, how it barely covers her nipples and outlines the contours of her breasts.

“Let’s just say, my personal assistant has a good eye. She checked out your size when she went to the change room to meet you.”

“Oh, so that’s how you did it! Clever. Very, very clever!” replies Jane. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”

“Not many. It’s really all my personal assistant. I can’t take any of the credit,” Brad smirks.

“So, back to your question about dressing up,” reminds Jane.

“Right. So, how comfortable are you with wearing different styles of clothing, maybe something out of the ordinary?” he asks, seeing how far he can take it with Jane.

“Well, it all depends. I’m still a bit of a modest woman, but I did dress for you today, didn’t I?” remarks Jane.

“True. Well, the reason I ask is because every day you will be given instructions to wear something. It may be underneath your clothes, or a dress, or anything else. I love to watch a beautiful woman wear different things,” he says, staring at her a little bit longer.

Jane still can’t take in that he finds her beautiful. “Well, we’ll see, but it sounds pretty harmless. Though, you may need to find a beautiful woman somewhere,” she partly jokes.

“Jane Bryden, what will it take for you to see who you are?” Brad shakes his head.

He reaches for her hand to invite her to stand up. There is a mirror on the closet door. “Come. Take a look at yourself.”

He stands behind her while they look in the mirror. He strokes her hair.

“Do you mind?”

Jane shakes her head gently to indicate that it is okay.

“Jane, do you not see how beautiful you are. Your lips are delicate. Your nose is perky and precious. The outline of your face is just amazing.”

He strokes the side of her face and Jane wants to nestle her head right into him.

“It’s like you are a porcelain doll. Just perfectly precious. Simple. No airs about you.”

Jane looks in the mirror at herself, as if for the first time. She sees a bit of what Brad is talking about and is stunned. She has never thought of herself as beautiful, not ever.

Brad reaches down and lightly kisses her neck, then walks away so as not to pressure her. Tingles shoot up her neck and she wishes his lips would linger there forever.

Chapter 18

“Okay, so here is how it works,” Brad begins. “I will give you an envelope for our first day before we leave this plane. You will get one envelope for each of the seven days we’re together. All I ask is that you follow the instructions inside. For some days, there will be a piece of clothing I’ll ask you to wear, sometimes a bit more risqué than perhaps you’re used to,” he says, trying to ease her into it.

“What does clothing matter, anyways?” replies Jane, pretending to not be as nervous as she feels inside. She can only wonder what he’s planning for her. A bikini? Black leather? A show girl’s outfit? Her mind is running wild, and she wonders how she would look and feel in each.

“How bad could it really be? I’m used to a bit of performance, and we’re on vacation, aren’t we?”

Jane takes a sip of champagne, realizing she’s almost willing to do anything for a million dollars at this point. If she’s tipsy, it may not even be that big of a deal if she sleeps with him. In fact, she’s starting to think she would like it.

“And Jane, please know at any time, you can let me know if you’re uncomfortable. You know that, right?”

Jane nods. “Yeah, I think I’m getting it, Brad. I trust you, for some reason.”

“Good. That’s how it should be. And you know, Jane, I need to put it out there that I’m very attracted to you, and I hope we do get to be together for more than just as a business arrangement, if you get my drift, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”

Jane is kind of taken aback, though she’s not surprised. They did kiss, there were sparks, and she’s been feeling his sexual energy since she got on the plane. She’s never had a man be this direct with her, ever, and she’s not sure how to respond.

“Well, we will have to see, won’t we, Brad?” replies Jane, with a strange sense of self-assuredness. “We never know what the week will bring.”

Brad likes this side of her. This virgin in her who is also confident in herself and kind of flirty, like she’s rehearsed her lines from T.V. shows.

He gazes at her with a longing inside of him, waiting to see if maybe she would be open to even a kiss. He’s learned to never be forceful with women, or to make assumptions, instead waiting for that signal that shows she wants something more.

He reaches out his hand, hoping she’ll respond to the invitation. She complies and he holds her small hand in his grasp.

“You know I would never want to hurt you, Jane. You are very special, and I know you’ve never been with anyone before, so I don’t want to scare you away or make you do something you don’t want to, okay? It has to be something you want to do in your heart. Alright?”

Jane feels his sincerity, and it makes her feel even more at ease with him. She takes a breath of relief, grateful that she doesn’t have to feel the pressure of performing for him. He feels her hand calm down in his, and it relaxes him as well.

He strokes her hand to reassure her, making her feel safe, held, and comforted all at the same time. She loves his large hands. He is a man who takes care of so many important things in the world, but all he wants to do now is sit here and be with her.

He lifts her hand and kisses it gently. “I’m really looking forward to getting to know you, Jane.”

Jane smiles with a tenderness in her eyes.

“I’m looking forward to getting to know you, too.”

Just the way he touches her sends tingles up her arm and neck. She wishes he would kiss her hand, then make his way up her arm, then kiss, lick, and suck on her neck, going around and finally kissing her on the mouth.

Before meeting Brad, she had only been kissed once before, by Jimmy, that guy she worked with who lied about not having a girlfriend. He was two years older than her when she was only 15. She was working at the local restaurant and they were in the basement getting supplies. He claimed he had a crush on her, and she was confused but flattered enough to let him kiss her.

They spent about two minutes playing with each other’s tongues and biting lips, as awkward as most teenagers are. She thought she was a special girl in Jimmy’s eyes, then found out the next day he had a girlfriend. She never trusted boys after that and just stuck with her studies.

But with Brad, she really does feel what he’s telling her is true, and she would love nothing more than for him to woo her, put those gorgeous lips on her, and kiss her so deeply she can hardly breathe.

After he kisses her hand, he looks up and continues to hold it.

“I hope you will have the best time of your life this week, Jane Bryden. You of anyone deserve to have a break like this. You are one beautiful and unique young lady, and I want you to walk away knowing that with every ounce of your being.”

Tears of joy and love start welling up in Jane as she is really beginning to feel how special she is.

“So, here is the first invitation for tonight.”

He hands her the card.

She opens it and reads it out loud. “Go to your hotel room. You will notice a bag with a dress in it and a pair of shoes. Put them on and meet me at the hotel restaurant at seven sharp. Don’t be late.”

“Well, that seems easy enough,” Jane comments. “I will accept your invitation,” she says, smiling back.

“Wonderful,” Brad replies. “I am glad you will be my dinner guest.”

Chapter 19

They arrive at La Casa Cabanas, a gorgeous, small hotel on the edge of the turquoise sea where only high profile guests are allowed to stay. It has a strict, low-noise policy and people can hang out at the outdoor bar on hammocks sipping cocktails made from freshly picked fruit.

There is a staff person available at every turn, not only to open doors, but also to hand you drinks, hand towels, and offer mini back rubs. Jane has never been to a place like this before, and had no idea such a thing actually existed except for in the movies.

“Madam?” a gentleman wearing an all-white suit says, putting his hand out to her. “Can I help you up the steps?”

Jane looks around and realizes that he is speaking to her. She takes his hand graciously and thanks him. Brad follows behind and feels so happy he can do this for her. He knows now that nobody else has ever noticed her or cared about her like this before.

They make it to the front desk. Jane isn’t sure what to say, so she looks to Brad to take the lead.

Before he can say a word, the front desk clerk says, “Hello, Mr. Halliwell. How are you doing today? It’s been awhile since we’ve seen you! I see we have you booked in for two rooms. Is that right?” he asks, checking to make sure, since Brad doesn’t usually do that, even if he has a lady friend with him.

“Yes, that is correct. One for myself and one for my friend, Jane Bryden,” Brad says without blinking an eye.

“Well, Ms. Bryden, if you could sign right here, I’ll give you the keys to the Coco Cabaña room.”

Jane’s hands are a bit shaky. She doesn’t want anyone to find out about her past or that she doesn’t know who she is or where she has come from. She’s not sure how to refer to Brad. She surely can’t say she’s the woman he’s paying a million dollars to spend the week with and decides ‘friend’ will have to do for now.

The front desk staff seems to know how to avoid asking too many questions.

“Well then, James will help you with your luggage and show you to your rooms,” says the desk clerk, motioning to the bellhop.

Brad walks beside Jane and puts his arm around her waist, clearly showing the world that she is with him, more intimately than as a friend.

He leans over and whispers in her ear, “I don’t want anyone else to get any big ideas about snatching you away from me, I hope you don’t mind.”

His warm breath sends tingles down her neck, and she smiles to show she likes having someone want to claim her as his own, as if there were others who would even want her.

She leans back and whispers in his ear, “I don’t mind one bit.”

Brad embraces her, pulling her even closer to him.

“Here is your room, Madam, the Coco Cabana,” says the bellhop, unlocking the door and opening it for her, then bringing her luggage inside.

Jane looks over to Brad. He reassures her that his room is the one right next door, called The Banana Sundae.

“Cute names,” Jane remarks.

“So, I’ll meet you at six p.m. down at the restaurant. It will probably only be us there, so we should have lots of privacy. Your first instruction is in the room on the bed. Sound good?”

Jane nods, then turns into her room, closing the door behind her.

The room is absolutely stunning—with mirrors along one wall, an open, private view of the sea where no one can look in, automatic fans that turn on and off based on the temperature of the space. A cold bottle of champagne sits chilling in a bucket on a nearby table with a plate of fine cheeses, and on the bed, as Brad promised, is a box with a note on it.

She goes over to it, and opens the note. It says, ‘A delicate piece for a delicate woman. Wear this under your dress tonight. We’ll have a surprise dip later.’

She opens the box, and inside is a beautiful, white bikini that will barely cover her parts.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she says out loud. “I’ve never worn a bikini in my life! I’m going to scare him away!”

She takes off her dress and starts putting on the bottom and then the top. The bottom has strings on the side and just covers her hair, barely. It might as well be a thong with the tiny amount of fabric on the back. The top covers her nipples and the bottom side of her breasts, but clearly shows her cleavage very openly. She could pop out at any minute.

How the heck does a gal swim in this?

She looks in the mirror and is shocked by what she sees.

“Wow! I didn’t even know I had a body that could fit into something like this,” she says as she examines her reflection in the mirror.

She turns around and actually likes what she sees. She always thought of herself as a boring beanpole who didn’t have much to her, but looking at herself now, she sees something different. She sees a woman who might have something a man would want.

“Well, Mr. Brad Halliwell, eat this,” she says to herself in the mirror, raising her eyebrow and pulling on the bikini bottoms to make them snap against her skin.

She puts on a cotton, turquoise dress Brad had waiting in the room on the bed. The dress is loose-fitting, and you can partially see the white bikini through it. Jane has never worn something so revealing before.

“A million dollars, eh?” she says to herself. “This guy must be some kind of pervert.”

She puts on the white sandal heels, checks her makeup and hair, and walks out the door toward the restaurant.

“Just for a week,” she says to herself, taking a deep breath in and out.

Chapter 20

Jane walks through the lobby and immediately heads begin to turn and look at her. She starts feeling self-conscious and unsure, wondering if she is looking inappropriate. She has to trust that Brad knows what he’s doing by making her wear this outfit.

“Good evening, Ms. Bryden. You are looking lovely,” says the front desk manager.

Jane isn’t sure if the man is just flattering her or if he actually means what he says.

“It’s the Helen Millar collection, isn’t it?” he adds.

Jane has no idea what he’s talking about, but he seems to be impressed. It must be some fancy fashion designer. She nods and agrees with him just to make him think she knows what he’s talking about.

“Mr. Halliwell is over there on the patio. Would you like me to escort you, Madam?” the front desk manager asks.

Jane sees Brad sitting at the table by himself. She wonders if he’s been alone most of his life, given how comfortable he looks sitting there. Jane can relate. She prefers to be by herself more than most people. In fact, most people scare her. She wonders if it’s the same for Brad, but probably not. He has to deal with high-powered people every single day.

“No, I think I will be fine on my own, thank you,” she responds gracefully. “Thank you.”

Jane musters up her courage to walk over to Brad. She feels so attracted to him—the way he sits, the dark color of his hair, the way he looks out at the sea.

He has a strength to him she has never seen before in a man. She feels herself getting nervous and turned on at the same time, the closer she gets to him. She feels moist in her bikini already, and can even smell a waft of her juices. The bottom is crawling up into her crotch and rubbing her in all the right places. She can barely stand it.

What she would love to do is walk right over to him, kiss him deeply, then sit on the table, spread her legs open, and lay back across the table so he can pull her bottoms off. She wants him to stroke all over her lady bits and slip his fingers inside of her until she screams with pleasure, not caring who is watching.

She wants him to rub his hands all over her belly while he unzips himself and undoes his belt, driving her wild while she waits for him to push his hard, bulging cock inside of her, fucking her deep and hard, holding her hips and pushing them back and forth while she feels him getting harder and harder, until he comes. Then she wants him to hold himself inside her while she settles down, saying he will never let her go.

She walks up to Brad, snapping herself out of her daze. He stands up and takes a step back.

“Wow, you look breathtaking.”

He stares at her body unapologetically.

Jane can see that Brad is getting a hard on. Her tits are still perky from her daydreaming, too. She can feel her heart racing a bit faster, and she has no idea what to say other than just fuck me, Brad, right here and right now.

The server walks up behind them and pulls the chair out for Jane to sit down.

“Here you go, Madam,” he says respectfully.

Jane takes her seat and pulls it underneath her.

Brad sits down on his own and tries to get his composure back. He notices Jane’s hard nipples sticking out against the fabric and the cleavage showing through the dress. God, what he wouldn’t do to just reach over and suck on them, bite them, and make them even harder so she would get wetter underneath those bikini bottoms.

“Honestly, you look so sexy. You need to know that,” Brad says, unabashedly.

Jane blushes and looks down.

“Well, I have to say, I’ve never worn anything so revealing before. I am a bit uncomfortable.”

“Do you want to change? I don’t want you feeling awkward,” he says, feeling concerned.

Jane is touched he cares about how she’s feeling. Nobody ever has before.

“Oh no, really, don’t worry. I’m getting used to it, actually. It’s a whole other side of myself I never knew existed,” she says, smiling a bit coyly.

He loves when she does that. So innocent, yet she puts in a hint of sexiness when she talks. He loves how she curls her lips up to the side and then looks down bashfully.

He reaches over for her hand and says, “Please know that if ever you feel uncomfortable, I want to know. It is important to me that you feel good and safe with me always, okay?”

She nods, looking into his eyes as if for the first time. They have these blue rings around them, highlighting the green on the inside so there is a special intensity to them. Her grandmother would call them ‘bedroom eyes.’ They are that captivating.

“I promise,” she replies honestly.

“Good. So, shall we eat?” he says.

Jane looks around the restaurant and notices that no one else has come to sit for dinner.

“Is the kitchen even open?” she asks. “We are the only ones here.”

Brad calmly replies, “Why yes, it is. I made sure we would be the only ones. I wanted to have my first dinner with you alone.”

Jane looks around, surprised and flattered. He must have paid the restaurant for the amount they would have made if they had more guests.

“Oh wow, okay. So this is what it’s like to be out with you,” remarks Jane. “I can handle that,” she jokes.

The server comes to the table with a bottle of cold Chardonnay and starts pouring the wine. Jane asks him for the menu.

“Mr. Halliwell has already ordered for you both. Lobster with asparagus tops and artichoke salad drizzled with a fine wine rosemary dressing. Would that suffice for you, Madam?”

Jane is not sure how she feels about him ordering for her, but she can’t refuse this kind of meal. She’s never had lobster before, but she absolutely loves asparagus and artichokes. She wonders how he knew that or if it was a lucky guess.

“Um, yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

Jane looks at Brad in amazement and also with some suspicion.

“How did you…?” she begins but doesn’t want to come across as rude. “Asparagus and Artichoke hearts are my favorite. I had them for the first time when I came to New York.”

Brad smiles and says, “Well, my personal assistant did some research. She spoke with your ballet instructor and asked a few questions.”

That made sense to Jane and it set her heart at ease.

“Cheers,” Brad said, lifting his glass. “Here’s to a delightful evening together.”

Chapter 21

The whole beach is dark, the stars are out, and there is a light breeze that reminds Jane of her summer nights in Utah, except for the sound of water in the background and the taste of salt air. The patio lanterns flicker and Brad and Jane laugh about silly things. They finish the bottle of wine and share a crème brulee. Life tastes so good right now.

“What’s your favorite color? What was your most embarrassing moment? Who was your first kiss?” Jane asks Brad.

At the last question, Brad clams up. He remembers Kelly and how it felt when they kissed for the first time. They were at the ice cream store and were sitting outside on a summer night, kind of like this night. She was eating chocolate mint ice cream, and he had pralines and cream.

She’d had a dab of ice cream on her chin and he leaned over to lick it off. Then he moved up to her lips. His heart jumped through his chest and he felt so excited and in love with her in that moment. He wanted to kiss her forever.

“You don’t have to tell me who your first kiss was, if you don’t want to,” says Jane.

“Oh, no, it was a really good memory, that’s all,” replies Brad.

“Aww… that’s so sweet. Not many guys I’ve met describe it that way.”

“Well, honestly, it was a special woman named Kelly. She was my first and only love. We were having ice cream together and she dribbled some on her chin.”

“And let me guess, you moved over and licked her chin and then kissed her,” anticipates Jane.

“Well yes, that’s exactly what happened,” Brad says with a glint in his eye, feeling like someone finally understands what’s in his heart.

“Wow Brad, you’ve never been in love since then?” Jane says, surprised. “I would have thought you’d have had the chance to meet any woman in the world.

Brad doesn’t say anything and Jane realizes how lonely he has been.

“Well, you know, I’ve never been in love before. You know what they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,” Jane says, trying to lighten up the conversation. “I can’t imagine how wonderful that must have been for you.”

Brad isn’t sure how to respond. He doesn’t want Jane to think he is still obsessed with Kelly, and wants to make sure she feels special in her own right, and not like a replacement. This had happened with a few of his dates in the past and had turned into a nightmare.

“It’s true, I did love her, and I am lucky I had a chance to love. Nothing else seems to satisfy me, so I know what I’m looking for now. True love,” Brad shares with sincerity.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Jane is impressed, but doesn’t put the pieces together that this is what he’s hoping to have with her. She doesn’t want to pry any further.

“Hey, do you want go for a late-night swim?” Brad asks playfully, reaching out his hand to take hers. “We don’t want to waste that bikini.”

Jane reaches back and they head down to the beach, Brad holding Jane’s sandals as they walk barefoot together, hand-in-hand.

“Tag, you’re it,” Brad says, touching her on the back and running toward the sea. Jane chases after him, stripping off her dress, her white bikini shining in the middle of the night.

Brad splashes into the water first, then dunks his head under before coming back up. He sees Jane running toward him, kind of awkwardly with her spindly legs and straight waistline. She looks so innocent and beautiful. He could play with her body forever. How he’d love to go up to her and kiss that belly button, grab her by the hips, and lick her all over.

“Betcha can’t catch me,” Brad screams out. Jane runs toward him and falls right into the water. He swims over before she can catch a breath and lifts her up into his arms, then spins her around.

Jane waves her arms and legs, laughing, “Let me go! Let me go!”

“Not until you say the magic word,” says Brad.

“Please! Pretty please with a cherry on top!” screams Jane.

“Nope, that’s not the magic word!”

“Magic?”

“Nope.”

“Lobster?”

“Nope, that’s silly.”

“Ugh, I give up,” Jane resigns.

“Well then, I’ll have to hold you forever,” Brad replies.

“Well, that wouldn’t be so bad,” Jane says smiling. “But eventually you’ll get tired.”

“The word is kiss,” Brad says, holding her tighter to him.

“Ah… kiss is it?” she says, smiling.

“Can I?” Brad asks, taking his chance.

“Please,” Jane says, happy he finally asked.

Brad lets her down and pulls Jane toward him, holding her head in his hands and leaning in to kiss her. Jane stands on her tippy toes and melts into him, feeling his warm lips and his tongue playing with hers.

His strong arms make her feel the safest she has ever felt, knowing he won’t let her go. He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding her up while he kisses her more—on her cheeks, her neck, and back to her mouth, deeply thrusting his tongue into her, wanting more and more.

Jane holds on tight around his neck and waist. She loves his smell, the taste of his body and his breath. Brad lowers them down into the water, their legs crisscrossing on the sand, the water lapping over them.

“Wow, you are a great kisser,” says Brad, touching her lightly on the nose.

“Really?” asks Jane, surprised he would think so.

“Oh, yes, can’t you tell?” Brad says, pressing her against his hard cock.

Jane blushes, not sure how to respond but feeling excited herself. She feels his cock pulsing against her. He kisses her neck, getting her more aroused.

“Let’s stop there,” says Jane, nervous about taking it any further.

“You sure?” Brad asks, kissing her once more.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Jane replies, afraid he’s going to think she’s not interested. “I love how you make me feel, perhaps a little too much.”

“Of course,” Brad says, withdrawing and grabbing her hand to bring her onto the sand. They lay on the beach with the waves lapping against their toes, while Brad holds Jane in his arms. She rests on his chest and looks up at the stars, feeling the vastness of the sky all around them.

Chapter 22

They stroll back to the hotel, Brad grabbing her hand to hold it gently.

“Is that okay?” he asks, not sure if she’s feeling obligated to do so.

“Yes, of course. It’s nice,” she replies.

He wraps her up with his jacket so she’s not bare and cold in the hotel lobby. He is taking such good care of her, and Jane is nervous he is going to ask her to have sex and expect her to be with him.

“I’m going to walk you to your room, okay? Then I’ll come back down to the lobby. I have some work to do,” Brad assures her.

Jane nods, feeling somewhat relieved, but then confused, wondering if that moment on the beach didn’t matter as much to him as it did to her.

They are in front of her room, and no one is around but the two of them. Brad reaches his arm above Jane and leans against the wall.

“I had a really wonderful night tonight. Thanks for taking a dip with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun,” Brad says.

Jane can feel the warmth of his breath against her cool body. The cologne from his jacket wafts around her.

“The same for me,” Jane responds truthfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever played with anyone like that before.”

She smiles.

He lifts up her chin and kisses her lightly on the lips.

“If you need anything, I’ll be in the lobby, okay? Sweet dreams, Jane Bryden,” whispers Brad in her ear.

“Sweet dreams to you, Mr. Brad Halliwell.”

She turns to face her door and puts the card key in the lock while he walks away. She is shaking slightly, and wants to call out his name and pull him into her room, take off all his clothes, and push him down on the soft down bed.

She knows she can’t and she shouldn’t, but God, she wants to feel that hard cock against her one more time.

She goes into her room and on the bed there is a small box wrapped in a bow.

I wonder who puts these things here when I’m out, she wonders.

She opens the box and inside is a purple, sparkly vibrator. The kind that has a bend on the end, and a note that says ‘I want you to use this and orgasm five times before you come to breakfast tomorrow morning.’

Cheeky devil, thinks Jane. This guy is slick.

Jane opens the package and goes to the bathroom to wash up.

She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is wet and pulled down. Her bikini is damp, and she has sand all over her belly, thighs, and on her face. She sees a wild woman, someone she does not recognize at all.

“Who are you, Jane Bryden? Who have you become?”

She stares into her eyes and she no longer sees the naive, wispy, insecure girl in the scary big world. She’s attractive, bold, desired, sexy, and doing something totally and utterly crazy for the first time in her life.

She leans forward, looks at her cleavage in the mirror with the white bikini top tight against her boobs, her nipples peeking through. She rubs one tit, getting herself excited. She reaches down into her bikini bottom and starts circling her fingers around her clit, stroking her fingers in and out with her hips rotating, getting horny.

She imagines Brad walking in, saying nothing, and coming up behind her, ripping those bottoms off and sticking his cock into her pussy from behind while looking at her in the mirror. She would catch eyes with him as if to say, ‘give me more and more and more. Don’t stop fucking me, I want you to fuck my heart out until it hurts so badly. I want you to make me moan and scream and lose total control. I want you to throw me up against the wall and pound me so hard, I can’t take it anymore.’

Jane pulls out the vibrator and turns it on high. She pulls her bottoms down and massages herself all around, pushing it in and out of her pussy while playing with her clit with the other hand.

She knows Brad’s cock would be bigger and harder than this, but she loves fantasizing that it is him penetrating her now.

She stands with her legs wide open, leaning over the counter, watching herself in the mirror as she pushes her hands back and forth. She breathes heavier and deeper, faster now.

“Uggghhhhhh… aaahhhhhh… mmmmmm…”

She gushes with juiciness.

“Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard,” she says into the mirror, wishing he were on the other side of the door, listening in and stroking his cock. She wishes he would just get to it and give it to her.

The vibrator goes deeper, and Jane leans her head back and moans hard as she comes, dripping down her thighs. She goes over to the bed and flops on it.

“One down, four to go,” she says aloud. “Wow, Brad, I can barely keep up with you.”

Jane takes off her bikini, grabs a glass of cold water and lays on the bed, stark naked. She looks at her body in the mirror and actually likes it. Her nipples are a nice pink. Her small breasts have a sweet, round shape to them. She likes the thinness of her legs and the smoothness of her skin.

She tenderly rubs her body, her neck, and her hair. She caresses her bum. She reaches down and lightly touches the lips of her pussy, as if feeling it for the first time.

She rubs her palms on her pubic bones, giving herself a light massage. Breathing lightly, she sighs as she is getting all tingly while the sea breeze is blowing in through the windows.

She slowly gets herself to orgasm with the vibrator by rubbing it all over her body. She feels a wash of peace and love take over her. She falls asleep, knowing she has to make time for three more orgasms in the morning before she meets Brad for breakfast.

Chapter 23

Brad goes back down to the restaurant and can’t stop thinking about Jane. He can still taste her kiss and feel her pressing against him.

He knows he has to get back to work and focus on what’s important, yet he still feels turned on by what could have been possible with her on the beach.

What would it have been like if he could have taken off those cute bikini bottoms while they were on the shallow end of the beach, both of them sitting upright, his legs straight while she straddled him, her tits pressed against his chest, the water lapping against her pussy.

“Sir, would you like me to set up the dining room area for you to work?”

“Ah, yes, thank you. That would be greatly appreciated.”

Brad wants to race back to her room, open the door, and kiss her all over. He wants to untie her bikini, lift her to the bed, and make love to her right there. He wants to make her feel so safe, special, and loved. He never wants to let her go.

Brad snaps himself out of it.

My God, man, get yourself together. You’ve only known her for a couple of days. She’s not Kelly.

Brad worries he’s getting Jane and Kelly confused. This has caused him a whole lot of trouble in past relationships, where he’s actually called women Kelly in the middle of sex. He’s been slapped, ditched, and yelled at because of it.

He doesn’t want to do that with Jane, and it’s so hard to know if he is falling in love with her or with the idea of her.

The waiter sets him up at the table to do his work—a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin on one side, and the plug and charger for his computer on the left side, as usual.

“Would you like the lights turned up a bit, sir?” asks the waiter.

“No thanks, I like seeing the stars outside,” Brad says, staring into the sky.

“Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?”

“No, that will be fine. Have a good evening.”

“The same to you, sir,” replies the waiter, as he leaves.

Brad can’t seem to get any work done. He looks out onto the beach and can’t remember the last time he played so easily and freely like that with anyone. All the other women he’d dated had been stuffy or just wanting sex or money.

Jane is so different. She brings out the butterflies inside of him and a sexy beast at the same time. He loves how she’s not afraid to speak up, and she also knows how to respect herself, not falling into his arms too fast.

He knows she could easily try to please him because he can see she is desperate for money. It shows she has some inner strength and convictions, and he likes that.

Even with Kelly, he thought she was always letting him take the lead. She was still young and didn’t know herself really well, so when she went away to school, he didn’t think she could take care of herself. It was hard for both of them, and he was worried she would fall prey to some guy’s lame tactics to get her into bed, and he would lose her.

Unfortunately, though, it was an illness that took her away from him, not some guy.

But Jane seems different—more assertive, more engaged, more interested. Yet she is still so innocent and sweet. He can tell she has a feisty side to her, too, and hopes he can unleash that in her.

He smiles, wondering if she is using the vibrator right now. She seems to be able to follow instructions, another trait he likes about her.

Brad works on his computer for about 20 minutes, and he feels pulled to get up and go see Jane. He doesn’t know what to say or do, or if it would be creepy, but he has a compulsion.

He reaches her hotel room door and he hears her inside. He puts his ear closer to the door and can hear the mild hum of the vibrator. Then he hears her moaning and breathing and screaming, “Ughhhhh… Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard!”

Oh my God, thinks Brad. I so badly want to, Jane, I really do.

No one else has booked rooms on that floor except for him, so he knows he can pull his cock out and get worked up without anyone catching him. Besides, the staff knows that Brad gets whatever he wants, and they know well enough to leave him alone at night when he brings a pretty woman.

He wants so badly to open the door and give her what she wants—taking her from behind and watching those sweet tits shaking while he’s fucking her pussy, holding up her hips to his and pushing into her so hard she doesn’t even know what hit her. He wants to make her come all over him.

Brad is stroking and pulling himself harder and harder until he spews all over himself and the floor, his hands dripping with gooey, white, sticky come. He presses his body against the door.

My God, Jane, I want you so bad. I can’t wait to taste you inside and out and give you what you want. Good night sweet Jane… good night.

Brad goes to wash up then heads back to the restaurant to finish up his work. He’s so glad she’s fantasizing about him as much as he is about her. This week could turn out really well for them.

Chapter 24

After Brad finishes his work around 11 p.m., he typically goes back up to his room, turns everything off, goes to the bar for a drink of fine scotch, then goes back to his room, sometimes with, and sometimes without, a woman. This is his usual routine whenever he stays at this hotel, and the staff is accustomed to it.

Now, as he drinks his scotch, he reflects on how lonely he’s been for most of his life, but especially since Kelly died. Life has felt bland, boring, uneventful, and all about work, partying and maintaining his status.

As far as women go, he’s spent most of his life either calling high-class escorts to suck him off or do kinky things with him. Or he has gone to ballets and looked for some young thing who reminded him of Kelly.

He’d take them home, make them feel special, and relive those memories of times long gone.

Anyone who he thought might be an option turned out to just be using him for his money. He’s lost all trust in women these days, and really doesn’t want much to do with pretending.

Normally, if Jane weren’t here, he’d call a woman up to come down to the restaurant. He would have the staff go home so he could have the place to himself so he could ask her to wear a black garter belt, thin, black stockings, and no panties so he could lift her skirt up and fuck her quickly and easily.

He would drip expensive champagne all over her tits and lick it off of her body. He would then jerk off all over her and have her drink his come as it’s spewing out of him.

He’s not sure why he’s investing so much in Jane. He knows he could probably find a way to woo her or anyone else into bed quicker than this, and less expensively. He feels so turned on since they were down at the beach. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he wants Jane badly, but right now, he just wants someone to fuck hard and fast.

It’s uncanny how much Jane looks like Kelly. Brad seriously wonders if he’s getting all confused and having these deeper feelings for Jane for all the wrong reasons. Maybe she’ll just be another disappointment, and will turn into another greedy young woman only looking out for her career.

Brad throws back two scotches and pours another. There is a tall, slender woman in the corner of the restaurant sipping on a vodka martini. Her legs are crossed, she’s wearing a short, tight fitting, black skirt, no stockings, and a tight fitting tank top. She has dark-brown hair and beautiful, bright-red lipstick.

She looks up at Brad and back down to her napkin, twiddling it in her fingers. Her nails are long and painted red. Brad looks at her intently, the scotch getting to his head. She sees him and smiles, then nods slightly as if to say she is interested in him.

Brad walks over to her table and asks if he can sit down. He wonders why she is there alone. He’s never seen her at this hotel before.

“Hey, I’m Brad,” he says, holding out his hand to shake hers.

“Carla,” she says, confidently shaking his hand in return, holding it longer than necessary.

So Carla, I’ve never seen you here before,” he inquires.

“Yes, it’s my first time. I’ve heard you come here often,” she says.

“Oh, you have, have you?” he smiles, flattered that she knows him.

“Yes, let’s just say you have many friends who look out for you,” she smiles.

“Really? Whatever do you mean?” Brad says, truly curious now.

“Brian sent me to see you. It’s, shall we say, an early birthday gift,” she whispers in his ear, then rubs his leg on the inside, making her way up to his crotch.

“Ah, I see. Well, Ms. Carla, it seems you have caught me at just the right time,” Brad says, holding her hand at his cock and pressing it onto him.

“See, I’ve been feeling horny all night and dreaming about having a good fuck. Are you the woman for me, tonight?” he asks directly.

“Why do you think I wore a black negligée underneath this with pink ribbons, your favorite outfit?” she says, pulling down her shirt to show him her bustier. “No one’s around. They all went home. Want a little taste of these titties while you finish your drink?” she entices.

Nothing turns Brad on more than sexy undergarments, a woman who talks dirty, and the taste of booze all mixed together. He looks down into her voluptuous tits and his cock gets harder.

She strokes him harder, unzips his pants, and grabs his cock. “Come on, big boy, give it to me right over there on that table.”

Normally, Brad would jump all over this woman, tearing off her clothes and fucking her right then and there, but he can’t get Jane out of his mind. Her beautiful face, the way she makes him feel, her soft skin, and sweet nature. The way she challenges him and is straightforward. How she dances and moves, and those tender kisses drive him wild. Her willingness to trust him so easily, and how she does whatever he wants.

Brad goes soft. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“What’s wrong, Brad, you don’t like me?” Carla says, feeling a bit disappointed.

“No, it’s not that. I’ve got something on my mind. Don’t worry, baby. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It feels good,” he says.

No matter what Carla does, Brad still can’t get it up.

“Look, you’ll still get paid. Neither of us needs to tell anyone it didn’t happen, okay?” Brad says, embarrassed this could get back to Brian. “You’re sexy and then some, and it’s nothing to do with you, doll.”

“Well, you’ve got a freebie for next time, if you want,” Carla says. She had half-hoped she could give Brad the time of his life so she could have him as a regular client. Dropping off her business card, she says, “Call me if you want something,” then walks away.

Brad leans back on the chair, feeling stunned and exasperated with himself.

My God, Brad, you just turned down a hot chick for some young virgin you hardly know. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He gets up, downs his scotch, and heads back up to his hotel room.

Chapter 25

Knock, knock, knock.

“Room Service,” says a man on the other side of the door.

Jane rolls over to look at the time, seven a.m.

Room Service? I didn’t order room service, she thinks to herself. She wants to roll over and pull the covers over her head.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Ms. Bryden, Mr. Halliwell has ordered you breakfast. May I come in to drop it off?”

Jane replies, “Yes, that would be fine. Thank you.”

He opens the door and walks in. He notices that Jane has things splayed all over the place. The sparkly, purple vibrator catches his eye and he half smiles.

Jane notices him catching a glimpse and she half smiles, too. In another place, or perhaps in a movie, if she wasn’t ‘good lil’ Jane Bryden,’ and if she wasn’t falling in love with Brad Halliwell, she would say something sassy like, Wanna stay a while and we can play with my toys? Then she would spread her legs wide open and stroke herself so he could see her fingers outlining her lady lips and getting all wet and juicy.

Instead, she rolls over and says, “Thank you,” ignoring that anything had happened.

When he leaves, she starts playing with herself under the sheets. She feels like she is getting horny all the time now that Brad has awoken this side of her. She sees chances for sex everywhere she goes.

She rubs her breasts with one hand while squeezing her thighs hard, and pushing two fingers from her other hand inside her muff. She is stroking harder and harder, imagining the waiter is eating her out while she lies on the bed with him kneeling on the ground. He would stick his tongue in and out of her, getting her all excited and grabbing the sheets. Then she would look down and see that it wasn’t the waiter—it was Brad who must have come in and pushed the other man aside.

Jane pushes her hand in and out faster until she squeezes herself so hard and moans herself into orgasm. Afterward, she lays on the bed and feels the sea breeze tickling her tits.

Two more orgasms left before breakfast, Jane notes to herself. Jesus, I’m going to be out of control when I see him.

Jane steps into the shower, ignoring the food the waiter brought in, and she plays with the soap and suds until she orgasms two more times, sweet, quick, and gentle ones that leave her feeling refreshed and ready to go.

She gets out of the bathroom with her hair wet, wrapped in a towel, and wearing her bathrobe. Stepping over to the tray, she opens it. There is no food, only a bright, red thong on a plate with a note.

‘Make sure you wear this thong underneath your outfit today. No one but you or I will know. Kisses, Brad.’

Heat goes through Jane’s body from the top of her head down to her toes. She’s not sure if this is a heat of passion or fear. She feels a bit concerned that things are moving really fast, and he’s seeing her as a slut. A bikini, a vibrator, five orgasms, and now a thong.

What will it be next? Should she keep indulging him like this? Maybe she’s setting herself up for trouble? All these worries go through her mind.

She knows she feels attracted to him, and yet, she’s also scared that maybe she’s judging this all wrong. She doesn’t want to disappoint him or make him feel bad, either—last night, that kiss, the beach, the sand, and the way he has treated her so far. He’s been nothing but respectful.

But his gifts are messages—clues to another side of his interests. Truth be told, she’s interested, too, but good girls like her don’t have these kinds of dirty thoughts, and she’d never want him to know she was this sassy. She has to show him that she has dignity, and she’s not some floozy he can just mess around with.

She leaves the room to go knock on his door with her towel on her head and the robe on with nothing underneath.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Brad. It’s me, Jane.”

Knock, knock, knock.

She has no idea what she’s going to say to him. She now feels nervous and wants to turn around and go back, but she can’t now. He knows it’s her.

He unlocks the door and opens it. He sees her looking like she would first thing in the morning. He loves it. No makeup, tired-looking eyes, and a grogginess that makes him want to cuddle her back to sleep. She’s so adorable.

“Oh… good morning, Jane. Would you like to come in?” he says, hoping she will, so he can unknot her bathrobe and feel her bare skin.

“No, that’s okay,” says Jane, feeling sheepish about facing him now that he is standing right in front of her. “I, umm, had to ask you something.”

“Yes, what is it?”

He reaches out his hand to comfort her. She feels the warmth of it go up her arm.

“Well, um, you see, I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable with how quickly everything is going. I mean, I was fine with last night,” she says, looking to the side and on the ground because she doesn't want him to see how much she is falling for him. “But the bikini, the vibrator, and now, well, this morning, the thong... it’s all, well, you know, making feel kinda…”

“…cheap?” Brad says, acknowledging her feelings.

“Yeah, that’s the right word. Cheap,” she affirms.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Brad says, pulling her a bit closer to him with the tie of her robe.

Jane looks up at him, seeking some kind of direction or answers and reassurance that he will take good care of her heart.

“Ms. Jane Bryden, I know you have so much to you that I’m yet to discover. You are a brave woman who follows her heart and has so much self-respect. I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself. It makes me admire you even more,” he says, looking deeply into her eyes.

Jane feels a shudder through her body at the intensity of his words, and his stare. She can feel his truth penetrate her, strengthening her and making her feel so loved and honored.

“You don’t have to wear the thong if you don’t want to. I just thought it would look quite appealing on you,” Brad says, expressing his true thoughts about her body. “A man can appreciate a beautiful woman, can’t he?” he adds.

Jane blushes and smiles, feeling like she just grew up by five years.

She looks at Brad and says, “Well, when you put it that way… but I can’t make any promises that I’ll be wearing it for breakfast, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says.

“See you later,” she says, turning away and feeling proud of herself. She now knows she can tell him anything.

He watches her scuffle away in her robe, envisioning that sweet, tiny thong riding up her ass.

Chapter 26

When Brad wakes up in the morning, he feels groggy and unsettled. He’s feeling a bit off from the three scotches he had last night and what happened with that woman in the bar.

Part of him kicks himself for not just fucking her like he normally would do, but the other part of him is glad he didn’t. Not because of Jane finding out, but because he doesn’t want to ruin any feelings they share, even if they are fleeting and aren’t going to last.

He shut off his heart for many years, but always had a yearning to be with someone special. It would be so great to be with someone he loves.

Brad dreamed of a life so different than that of his own parents—affection, sleeping in, going on long walks together, and kisses… lots of kisses. He desperately wants that feeling of romance again, but it seems everyone has become so cynical these days.

He lays there in bed and looks over at the time—seven-thirty a.m. He wonders what Jane is doing over there in her room. Is she lying in bed playing with her vibrator? Or maybe she is in the shower fingering herself. What if she is trying on the red thong and looking at herself in the mirror with that cute, round ass.

The more Brad thinks about Jane and all the naughty things she could be doing, the more turned on he becomes. He reaches down to grab his cock and starts stroking it hard and fast. His ab muscles tighten and he imagines Jane riding on top of him with her cute, perky tits wiggling.

Brad goes faster and feels pre-come oozing out of him. His balls are pulsing, and he pushes his hand up to the headboard while his whole body tenses. His ass muscles tighten, and he keeps pulling harder the more he thinks about Jane’s sweet lips, her smile, her body, the pussy he longs to touch.

He comes all over himself, shooting his jizz into the air, to splatter all over him and the sheets. There is a puddle of come all over his stomach, and it keeps pumping out of him. Finally finished, he lays back and says out loud, “My God, Jane Bryden, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

He can’t stop thinking about her and how he knows she will be far better in bed than that dark-haired escort woman last night.

“I can’t wait to make you all mine, Ms. Jane. You are going to be all mine,” Brad says, convincing himself.

Jumping up, he goes to the shower and starts whistling some of his favorite tunes. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt like doing that. He feels so refreshed and alive, more vibrant than he has in a very long time. Splashing on aftershave, he looks at himself in the mirror.

“Wow, you’re getting older, dude,” he says, seeing the smile lines around his eyes. “Life has a way of wearing you down, eh?”

To feel better, he goes over to his wardrobe and opens it up. Most of his outfits are black and business-like, except for one pair of jeans and some tan khakis. He sifts through everything and finds the linen shirt his personal assistant packed for him.

Thank God for Trish! What would I do without her?

He is tired of acting serious and having to have it together. When he puts on his outfit, he looks at himself and sees a man who is relaxed, at least more than he’s been in a while. Kind of like those men who go to spas or retreats.

He leaves the room earlier than planned, wanting to be sure to get to the meeting place first. Grabbing his wallet, he makes his way over to the door and leaves. He looks down the hall, hoping Jane will be right there to greet him, but she’s not.

Walking down to the lobby, the hotel manager comes up to him.

“Sir, I have a message for you from a man named Brian,” says the hotel manager. Brad’s face instantly turns red, as he wonders why Brian would have the nerve to contact him.

“Ah, yes, where can I get the message?” says Brad in a cool tone.

“Over there at the front desk, sir.”

“Thanks, Mr. Connor.”

“Of course.”

Brad walks over to the front desk and asks for his message. The front desk attendant hands him a note. Brad opens it right away.

‘Well, Mr. Halliwell, I didn’t think you had it in you to refuse my gift. Not many men can refuse the likes of Carla. I must say, I respect you more than most— Brian.’

Brad looks up to the front desk attendant and thanks her for the message. He picks up the paper from the front desk, as if to send the message that it’s just another day of business as usual. Crumpling the note, he throws it into the garbage.

“Bastard,” says Brad under his breath.

Chapter 27

After her third and last orgasm of the morning, Jane has completed her assignment. She gets dressed, putting on the red thong underneath her jeans and throwing on a white, cotton t-shirt. Her trepidation about the thong had somehow vanished. She leaves the hotel room and goes down to the patio for breakfast, anxious to see Brad again.

There are a few more people there, the sun is out, and it looks like an amazing day. Jane feels a bit different this morning, refreshed. but also stronger within herself.

She had no idea she needed to get away from the people who want to put her in boxes or expect her to always be the sweet or innocent one, in order to really figure out who she really is.

She starts to realize she has her own desires and there is nothing wrong with that. For so long, she was told not to be selfish, to not be bad like the other girls in high school. She did her homework diligently, got straight A’s, and pretended to be fine with that.

Yes, she had feelings for boys in high school, but they honestly scared her. She wasn’t sure how to be with them, and she heard stories from the other girls about what was expected when going on a date. She was terrified of being in a position where she had to perform.

But ever since last night, when she got closer to Brad and knew how turned on he was, yet he still respected her wishes, she feels safer and more trusting that she can open up to him. Maybe he could be the one she gives herself to.

Her mom always told her to wait until marriage, but Jane feels differently now. She isn’t sure if she can wait until then.

Sitting at the breakfast table, she twiddles her napkin, waiting for Brad. She is nervous and unsure of how he is going to be with her when he comes down. Will they kiss? Hold hands? Pretend like there is nothing there? Should she act aloof or excited?

She always does what is expected of her, but for the first time, she wants to follow her heart. He’s the one footing the bill, though, and she doesn’t want to embarrass him either.

She sees Brad walking through the lobby. He’s wearing a loose style linen dress shirt, tan pants, and sandals. He looks relaxed and at ease for the first time on the trip. He holds a newspaper under his arm.

Wow, even when he’s away, he just can’t let go of the world, Jane thinks to herself.

Brad looks out at the patio and sees Jane. He’s surprised that she’s there before him and hopes it means she’s eager to see him, too. She looks gorgeous, natural. He loves how she’s put her hair up in a ponytail and is wearing jeans. He remembers the red thong and wonders what she decided. It’s such a turn on to know that no one else but the two of them knows about it.

He walks up to her and leans over to kiss her cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Jane is smitten and feeling surprised at how open he is with public displays of affection.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks.

Jane smiles and grabs his hand lightly.

“I did, thank you. You?”

“Well, I tossed and turned, but eventually I fell asleep,” he replied, reflecting on the inner turmoil he felt last night. His mixed feelings about Kelly, Jane, and Carla, and the doubts in his mind that he eventually settled.

Jane feels at ease now and her shoulders relax. The waiter brings over freshly squeezed orange juice and organic espressos, then asks them for their order.

A fruit plate with granola and yogurt, please,” requests Jane.

“The same for me,” responds Brad. They smile at each other. “I guess we have the same tastes.”

“I guess so,” Jane responds. “Except I don’t take on the world’s problems so early in the morning,” comments Jane, referring to his paper.

“Ah yes, it is a bad habit of mine, among many,” Brad says, with a bit of embarrassment.

“Well, I’m the girl that’s learned only good habits,” counters Jane, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

“Speaking of bad things, are you wearing a certain red number?” asks Brad.

Jane smiles, imagining him having x-ray vision through the table cloth and her jeans.

“Why, yes, actually I am. I am a good girl, you know, generally obedient and a people pleaser. I do what people ask of me,” she says, showing a bit more sass than usual.

“Well, that’s my kinda gal,” says Brad, rubbing her leg.

Jane feels tingles at his touch and isn’t as defensive or scared as she was the night before. She can’t believe she’s becoming more outspoken and seductive with Brad.

“Are you okay with people knowing we are together? I mean, people here seem to know you really well, and they may get ideas about us being together,” Jane asks.

Brad gives her a side smile.

“Well, around here, people know not to get into my business. I’m sure they can see how lucky I am to be with such a pretty young lady.”

Brad lifts her hand and kisses it.

Jane looks around the room and sees that no one is watching anyway. There is a freedom in not feeling self-conscious like she usually does. For her not to worry about what anyone thinks is huge—her mother, the ballet teacher, the girls at school, and Brad’s community. It provides a real sense of freedom from all these illusions and expectations she has created for herself.

Everyone else’s rules all seem so petty and fabricated now, designed to force her into being someone she’s truly not. They never ask her what she wants, how she feels, or what she dreams of. They just want her to perform and look pretty for their own purposes.

Is that what Brad is doing to her, too, making her perform for him? The thought of this makes her feel sick. Is she just a puppet to him and everyone else?

“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom,” she says, removing the napkin from her lap.

“Are you okay?” Brad asks, concerned.

“I’m fine, just feeling a bit queasy. I’ll be right back.”

Chapter 28

Jane is in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She sees a woman who is ready to take off the mask she has been hiding behind. The good Jane, the easy-going Jane, the one who always says yes and feels shy. The Jane that everyone knows will do as she is told.

She hates this side of herself. She despises it, really. She wishes she had more something—strength is it? Courage? The ability to say what is really on her mind?

Her mother never taught her a thing about life, boys, or how to take care of herself, at least what she needed to know in the big city. No one told her what it was like, and now, she is left having to hold her own, on her own.

She is confused and not sure if she is sending herself down a rabbit hole by meeting with this strange man and having to do everything he tells her to do. No one else would make her wear a red thong and orgasm five times in a 12-hour period. No one else has ever asked her to do anything remotely like this before.

Jane decides she doesn’t want to play this game anymore. Being Brad’s obedient sex kitten doesn’t feel right. She needs to take a stand and see if he’ll put his money where his mouth is. Will he still pay her even if she doesn’t follow his instructions? She doubts it, but this whole thing is making her feel sick to her stomach.

Jane goes into the bathroom stall and proceeds to undress, taking off the red thong. She pulls her jeans back up and puts the thong in her pocket as an act of protest.

I’m not this kind of girl, she tells herself. I’m from Utah. I have dreams of being a ballerina. And I don’t sleep with random strangers. I have self-respect.

She repeats this in her mind as she washes up and leaves to go back to the table to sit with Brad.

“Oh good. Are you feeling okay?” Brad asks.

“Yes, just a bit queasy. I think it will pass,” she says.

“Excellent. I took the liberty of ordering something a little extra for you—smoked salmon with chevre cheese salad.”

Jane bubbles up with upset.

“Actually, that’s okay. I just want yogurt with granola and fruit. Okay?”

Brad is taken aback by Jane’s sudden abruptness.

“Um, yes, fine. I’m sorry, I just thought you might like it before we start our day,” Brad says sheepishly.

Jane is surprised how easily Brad recoils.

“Thanks for respecting that,” she says unapologetically.

“Is there something I said that’s upset you, Jane?” Brad asks, feeling confused.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she replies.

Brad is worried that Jane saw something happening with the call girl, or maybe somebody told her. Has she found something out about him, or perhaps she has this other side of her personality that is a bit crazy?

“Okay, well, whenever you want to let me know, I’m here,” he says, motioning to the waiter to cancel the order of salmon.

They eat most of their breakfast in relative silence. It’s awkward now and all the energy and tenderness that was there first thing in the morning is gone. Everything feels very bleak and empty between them, to say the least.

Then Jane speaks up.

“Well, if you must know,” Jane says firmly, “I no longer want to be your sex kitten.”

She pulls out the red thong and tosses it on Brad’s plate. A few people look at them, then look away when Brad stares at them.

“Jane, I think we need to talk about this privately, okay?” he says.

“Why, so you can tell me that it’s all over and our deal is off? I get it, Brad. That’s fine, but at least I’ll have my dignity,” she says.

“No, because I want you to stay, no matter what. No more games or instructions if you don’t want. This should be as much fun for you as it is for me,” he says, reaching out his hand and wanting to make a connection.

Jane looks back, a bit stunned that he’s responding this way in front of everyone. She looks around the room. Others are watching to see how she will react.

She reaches her hand back, a bit limp and hesitant. He holds it gently and warmly connects to her. “I mean it, okay? I told you at the beginning, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is fun for me, but it needs to be for you, too, okay? I never want you to feel uncomfortable.”

He looks deeply into her eyes and she can feel his sincerity. Her shield is melting.

“And honestly, I’m proud of you for taking a stand for yourself, for not letting yourself just go along and do what I tell you. That makes you a strong and true woman, Jane. It makes me want to be around you more, you know.”

A strong and true woman, Jane repeats to herself, taking in Brad’s perspective of her. I’m a strong and true woman.

She feels she can trust him again, that he really does see her for who she is, and he is willing to have her there with him no matter what she does.

Jane reaches over and takes the thong back and puts it in her pocket.

“Honestly, I kinda like how it feels when I wear it,” she says, smirking.

“Well, that’s good. I like the thought of you wearing it,” he replies, reaching for her hand. “Wanna go down to the beach?”

“Yeah, but let me put this back on first,” she says.

Chapter 29

They stroll together along the beach and begin to share more about who they are. Brad holds onto Jane’s sandals so she isn’t burdened by them.

“So, tell me more about you, Jane,” he asks, pressing his hand against her back. She can feel the warmth from his hand go up her spine and she feels like she could lean back on him forever.

“Well, what do you want to know? I’ve told you how I got into ballet. I’m not sure what else there is to share,” she replies.

Nobody has ever really asked much about her before.

“What’s your favorite color. Wait, let me guess. Pink,” he says.

“Oh, cause all ballerinas wear pink, right?” she says.

“Well, yeah,” Brad jokes.

“Wrong. Purple. My favorite color is purple. I even painted my room purple, and got my first tutu in purple.”

“Wow, I’m glad I asked,” he said. “I would hate to buy you something in pink. Purple it is!” he notes.

“Let me ask you something. Do you always buy your friends,” Jane asks seriously. “I mean, is there anything more than money for you?”

Brad has to really think about this. All his life, people have been around him and he would either foot the bill or buy something so they would stay friends. He can’t really say he has ever had a friend who didn’t expect this of him. He just sees money as part of life, and everyone knows he has a lot of it. None of his friends are really down and out, either.

“Well, honestly, money just comes easy to me. Most of the people I know expect me to buy them something. It is kind of how I keep friends, I guess,” he says, analyzing this for the first time. “And most of the people I know make a lot of money, anyway.”

“So you have friends who are kind of like business transactions then,” points out Jane.

“Yeah, I guess you could put it that way.” Brad looks a bit disturbed. “Just like how my parents treated me,” Brad adds.

“I’m sorry, that was out of line. It just seems a bit sad, that’s all,” she says.

“No, you’re right, that’s exactly how it is,” says Brad. “As they say, it’s lonely at the top.”

Jane could feel this deep truth about Brad’s life. He really hasn’t had friends. Just people around him who like him for what he can offer them, not much more.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t have friends either. Most people who know me expect something of me, to be something for them that they want. I’m kinda sick of it now, to be honest,” Jane says openly.

“You know what, Brad. I’m going to give you a challenge. When you have an urge to give something to me, I want you to do something for me, no money involved. Just something that comes from inside of you, like writing a note, picking flowers, or… rubbing my feet,” she says in a cheeky way.

She side swipes him to show him she’s joking.

“Wow, you know, I think that might actually be hard for me, but I’m in,” Brad accepts, feeling like he’s moving into new territory with the relationship.

“Great. I want you to know there’s more to me than money,” assures Jane. “I actually like being around people who are decent and caring, you know? Not just rich.”

“Well, that will feel a bit foreign to me, Jane, I have to say,” he says. “But I like that about you. It’s refreshing.”

“Thanks. Can’t take the Utah outta the gal, you know,” she says, feeling more like herself now.

“So, tell me, Brad, what’s your favorite color? Wait, let me guess—black!”

“Ha-ha,” he says sarcastically. “No, actually, my favorite color is silver.”

“Silver? I don’t think I’ve met anyone who has silver as their favorite color,” she remarks. “Cause it’s like money?”

“Oh, you’re full of jokes today, aren’t you? No, because it’s meaningful, a metal that lasts a long time, and it’s shiny, like no other color in the spectrum.”

“So you always have to be different than the pack, eh?” she says.

“Wow, you really know how to psychoanalyze someone, don’t you? Underneath that sweet façade is a street savvy woman. Where did you learn how to read people?” he inquires.

“Well, because I’m a bit of an introvert, I’ve spent most of my time watching people. At school, I could see who the mean girls were, spot the cool geeks, and figure out the things that mattered to people. It’s my super-power, I guess. Thing is, no one took that much time to care about what mattered to me,” she reflected.

“I think we’re a lot alike, Jane,” Brad says, putting his arm around her. “Is it okay I do this?” he asks.

“Sure. It’s nice,” Jane says, snuggling into him a little closer.

They walk the length of the beach, then return to the hotel. Brad gives Jane her sandals as they step into the hotel lobby, only to be met by the manager. They step into the hotel lobby and the manager comes up to Brad.

“Sir, there is an urgent call for you. Your investment banker needs to contact you immediately,” the manager says.

Can you excuse me, Jane. This seems urgent and honestly, it may take a while. Can I meet you later for lunch? I’ll have my driver pick you up here at the front entrance and bring you to meet me,” he says.

“Yes, that’s fine. Good luck,” she says encouragingly.

Brad feels her softness penetrate into him. He finds her gentleness so touching.

“Thanks.”

He walks away and Jane goes to her room, laying on her bed with flutters in her heart.

As the fan spins over top of her, she feels the cool breeze coming through the curtains. Life feels good, easy, and light all of a sudden. She falls asleep and takes a nap for an hour, finding respite in simply trusting herself for the first time.

Chapter 30

Jane gets up and changes into the white bikini. She wants to relax in the hot tub before heading into town for lunch. She feels so free and beautiful. Is it possible that Brad is unlocking something inside of her, a part of her truth and her heart that has been hidden all these years?

She grabs a large towel from the bathroom and wraps it around herself. Putting her hair up, she recognizes a light in her eyes that hasn’t been present for ages.

Jane leaves her room and heads down to the hotel lobby to ask where the pool is. She isn’t even self-conscious about people seeing her in a bikini. In fact, she kind of likes being noticed for once. Brad has given her the gift of freedom to be herself, and she feels so much more confidence.

“Excuse me,” she asks the gentleman at the desk. “Where is the hot tub?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s through the doors over there and down the stairs. Would you like someone to escort you there?”

“Oh no, that’s okay, but thank you. Have a good day.”

“And you, as well,” responds the clerk.

The hotel staff has noticed how she’s changed already. She’s not walking in a shy way with her head held low, nor is she just waiting for Brad to tell her what to do or where to be. They usually see him bring women in who don’t have a backbone, who just fawn over him while he bosses them around, only to cheat on them with escorts.

Quite honestly, the hotel staff doesn’t like Brad that much, but they pretend they do. He’s demanding and expects everyone to be there for him no matter what. The hotel can’t afford to lose the huge amount he pays, so they meet his every request. Plus, he is generous with tips.

For them, it is quite refreshing to see Jane here. She’s like a whole other type of woman than his usual guests. They wonder how he even met her. She looks so normal, kind, down-to-earth, and has some values and morals to her. At first, they thought maybe she was his niece, but seeing how they were at breakfast caused them to reconsider.

Jane walks through the door to head for the hot tub. Her flip flops making a loud noise down the hall, reminding her of how unsophisticated she feels.

As she walks over, she notices she is not the only one there. There are two bathrobes hanging on the hook, one blue and the other white, and the slippers are on the ground.

Jane opens the first set of doors and through the other glass door she sees Brad sitting in the hot tub. Jane is a bit confused because she thought he’d been called away for important business. His arms are back and he is laying there looking relaxed.

Jane imagines going up to him from behind and covering his eyes with her hands, then kissing him on his neck until he gets goosebumps. She’d want him to grab her and pull her into his arms in the hot tub and kiss her under her chin, on her neck, down to her cleavage, then put his hands all over her tits until they are hard and dying to be sucked. He’d reach down into her bikini and stroke her with his palm until she gets all turned on.

Jane daydreams all this, wondering if she has the courage to actually do it. She knows Brad would want to do it, too.

Jane starts to open the other door, ready to surprise him, but she sees a woman in her thirties with blonde hair sitting in a lounge chair. It looks like she is talking to Brad from behind. He’s not saying much, it seems.

Then the woman gets up out of the chair. Her body is firm, she has large tits, and she is fully tanned. She walks over to Brad and steps into the hot tub. Brad lifts his head and moves over for her to sit.

She seems to get closer to him. Too close. It looks like she is rubbing his leg and trying to lean in to kiss him. Brad doesn’t move her hand away, but he doesn’t let her kiss him. She looks rejected and moves away, sitting in the hot tub.

Brad waves his hand to show he’s not interested in whatever she is saying. The woman gets out of the hot tub and goes to get her things. She comes toward the door to leave.

Jane steps back and moves away, not wanting to be seen. She walks quickly down the hall and back to the front desk area with tears in her eyes. She doesn’t know how to contain them.

One of the clerks says to Jane, “Done so fast?”

“It was too cold,” Jane says, her head hanging down so no one will see she is crying.

“Oh, that is so strange. I checked the temperature myself. I’ll be sure to get someone to check it out,” says the clerk.

“Don’t bother. I’m sure it’s fine,” Jane replies, not wanting her lie to be discovered.

Jane walks over to the beach and finds a hammock to fall into. She starts sobbing quietly, curled up and without anyone there to comfort her. She feels sorry for herself but then realizes Brad didn’t take the bait. It actually looked like he wasn’t interested and didn’t respond to her advance. But why? She is so beautiful, closer to his age, looks like she has it together, and she’s confident. Why wouldn’t he want to be with her? She seems like she would be exactly his type.

Chapter 31

Brad takes the phone call from his investment banker. “Yes… uh huh… no. What? That can’t be. What kind of nut bar would do something like that? Okay, keep me posted.” He hangs up the phone and then immediately calls his lawyer.

“John, It’s Brad here. Big time stuff going on. Some chick is trying to sue me. You gotta get me out of this mess,” says Brad. “No, I don’t know her. I don’t think I do. You know me, it could be anyone, really. I’ve never been married, damn it.”

Brad begins to sweat, feeling panicked. He hasn’t felt this way since a potential takeover fiasco that happened when Brad was 19 and messed things up for his dad. He was so angry then and deeply disappointed in himself. He felt like someone took advantage of him because he was young and naïve.

Now he has to deal with this woman who is trying to make a court claim that he’s been skipping out on child support for the past 10 years, and falsely identifying herself as an ex-wife. What the hell? He apparently can’t go back to the States because he will be arrested upon arrival. This is pure insanity.

Brad paces back and forth while on the phone waiting for John to get back on.

“Yes, I’m here. What’s the news?” Brad demands. “Okay. So just stay here on the island? You’ll sort it out? Okay, I’ll have to trust you on this one, John.”

Brad hangs up the phone.

Shit. What the hell am I going to tell Jane? And what if this drags on for months? She’ll think I’m a lunatic and that I’ve lied to her.

Brad goes back and forth with different scenarios. He doesn’t know what to do so he goes over to the bar and orders a scotch on the rocks. He throws it back and it calms his nerves. He can’t think of anything else but this.

He decides to go to the hot tub to settle down before lunch. He doesn’t want Jane to see him this way. He goes to get his swimming shorts and bathrobe, then heads to the hot tub.

He doesn’t see Jane anywhere and, in a way, he is relieved.

He takes his robe and sandals off, goes over to the tub, and sinks down to rest in it. He falls back and closes his eyes, wanting this mess to go away. He can hear the lapping of the sea in the background, and he remembers he is safe. He will be fine.

John has never let him down before. Even that time when someone was trying to frame him for the murder of a prostitute. He has had to deal with shit like this from crazy people before. He can’t let this get him down, he just has to be patient and let his attorney get it resolved. He lays there in the hot tub and feels his muscles relax.

He hears the door open and he glances up. There is a gorgeous, blonde woman walking his way. She had huge tits and a firm body, clothed only in a red bikini. She bends over, deliberately showing off her ass in front of Brad while she takes off her sandals.

Brad lies back, playing it cool and trying not to look at her. She lies on a lawn chair behind him. Normally, before Jane, Brad would have been all over her. He would have locked eyes with her when she walked in and started a conversation by now, inviting her in to join him.

Brad knows how all of this would have gone down, because he knows how to get women to take their clothes off for him. It’s kind of like his best magic trick. This time, though, it’s her trying to start the conversation.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before,” she says. “What’s your name?”

“Brad. I haven’t seen you here before either,” he replies. “What’s your name?”

“Ella,” she says in a smooth way.

“Are you on your own here, Brad?” she asks, “Cause I am. Would you mind some company?”

“Well, actually I’m staying here with someone,” Brad tries to explain, feeling a bit uneasy and guilty.

“Oh well, I’m sure she won’t mind if you and I become friends,” she says, as she steps unabashedly into the hot tub.

Her abs are tight, her thighs even tighter. In the past, he would have gone right up to her and bit her bikini bottoms off, pulling them down with his teeth so he could get right down to business.

This time, he’s not feeling it. He just wishes it was Jane’s body in front of him. He wants her small, perky tits, and her thin, sweet and tender body.

Ella sits next to him and starts stroking his leg. Brad moves her hand away. She tries to kiss and suck his neck. But he pulls away.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought you were wanting something more,” she says. “My mistake.”

Ella gets up out of the hot tub and grabs her things. Brad sits there in the tub and throws his head back again.

Jesus Christ, Brad. What the fuck is wrong with you? You did it again, he tells himself.

He looks up and sees Jane at the door for a split second before she turns and rushes away. He wonders how long she was there and how much she saw.

“Ah, shit,” Brad mutters. He falls back into the hot tub and soaks it all in. “This has to be one of the worst days ever.”

Chapter 32

Jane stays in the hammock at the beach for quite a while, her mind spinning madly. Who was that woman, and why was Brad in the hot tub in the first place. The woman was clearly more suited for him. She starts doubting herself again, feeling like nothing but an ugly waif. She doesn’t know what to think or feel about all of this, but does realize it was the woman hitting on him, not the other way around, and he didn’t seem to respond or encourage the advances. Jane is spinning with confusion.

After collecting her belongings, Jane returns to the hotel, eventually making her way out front where a car is waiting to take her to the restaurant to meet Brad. She is not sure if she even wants to see him right now. She’s feeling huffy and unbalanced, a mixture of sadness, disappointment, and anger. She really wonders why she should care. I mean, really. He’s a billionaire, and he can get whoever he wants.

The driver tries to speak with Jane, but she responds with one-word answers.

“You from New York?” he asks.

“Technically,” she says.

“A friend of Mr. Halliwell’s?”

“Maybe.”

“You married?”

“Why?” she responds, wanting to keep him guessing.

She feels like she is on some weird, emotional roller coaster that she can’t get off of. Brad is elusive, yet when he’s there with her, he is completely present. She feels so good when she’s with him, but then her paranoia takes over. At times, she worries she is being played somehow.

“Well, if I may say so, madam, you are a beautiful young lady, so anyone who gets to be with you is a lucky man,” he remarks.

Jane soaks in the compliments because this is not what she gets in New York.

“Well, thank you, sir. I will take your word for it,” she replies.

“One tip about Mr. Halliwell, ma’am. He holds onto his women for only so long. Usually there’s a spat, and it turns into, shall we say, too much passion,” he points out.

“Well, I’m not sure how Mr. Halliwell would feel about you speaking this way, but I appreciate your concern,” she responds gratefully.

“Just my two cents, madam. Take it for what it’s worth,” he adds.

“Thank you.”

This makes Jane feel nervous and sick to her stomach. She surely can’t tell Brad she knows this because it would implicate the driver, but it seems there are signs everywhere that keep showing her there’s something she just can’t trust about this guy.

Is it her fear, her gut instinct, or plain old common sense? Her uncle back home used to say, ‘Sweet baby Jane would get stuck in the middle of an intersection and just stand there because of her lack of common sense.’

“Well, here we are. Thai Bistro,” he says, slowing down in front of the place.

“Thank you, sir. Here, keep the change,” she says, passing him a tip.

Jane steps out into the hot air and immediately feels dizzy. She tries to catch her balance as she gets up. Someone at the restaurant comes out to escort her in.

“You’re with Mr. Halliwell?” he asks.

“Wow, who doesn’t Brad know? It seems everyone around here knows who he is,” she says.

“Well, yes. It is his island. He’s technically our boss here,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Oh. Well that explains why he seems to be able to get away with murder,” Jane comments. “Can’t say I’d want this kind of life, though, if you ask me. You’re just way too exposed to the world.”

“Indeed,” he replies. “So can I assume you’re not related to him, then?”

“Heck no,” Jane shoots back, afraid she’s going to get Brad’s reputation confused around here, and also because she’s not sure if she even wants to be associated with him at all right now.

Jane is escorted to the table. She is about 15 minutes early and realizes that with all the drama, she forgot to put the silly red thong back on. At this point, though, she’s not sure if she should bother.

She orders a Long Island Iced Tea and drinks it down as she sits and replays in her mind the events of the day so far.

Hmmm… he had to take a phone call, told me to meet him for lunch, then I find him in a hot tub with some other woman, and she eventually leaves. Did they sleep together earlier? Is she a woman who knows Brad from before? Have they slept together in the past?

Her mind is racing, and she has no idea how to shut it off.

She keeps wondering, though, what did he say to that woman? Why did she leave? Did he turn her down? Jane can only hope.

Deciding she’s not going to lose Brad to some woman she knows nothing about, Jane takes her purse and goes to the ladies’ room where she proceeds to remove her stockings and underwear, replacing it with the thong. She rolls up her garments and puts them in her purse.

The thong actually feels quite good. It rubs the inside of her cunt and against her ass. It makes her feel wet already, especially when thinking about the possibility of Brad reaching up her dress and touching her, outlining the thong with his fingers, and playing with her.

She would surrender and be his personal slut while he licks her deep and long until she squirts all over his face, right there in the stall, not caring at all about anyone else. Because, after all, it is his island, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

Jane pulls her skirt down and smooths it out, all lady-like. She leaves the stall and checks her makeup and lipstick. She looks pretty good, if she says so herself.

She checks to make sure the red thong isn’t showing through her skirt. All looks as it should.

She makes her way back to the table and finds that Brad is there.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says, standing up and kissing her hand.

“Well, thank you,” she says, a bit distantly. She still can’t seem to shake the hurt.

Brad can sense it, but tries to ignore it. He never knows what women are thinking, really.

“Have you ever had Green Basil Curry? This place makes the best in the world, I can guarantee it!” Brad says, trying to uplift her spirits.

“No, can’t say I have,” she replies, feeling sullen.

Brad orders an appetizer of fresh spring rolls, two orders of Green Basil Curry, and the finest white wine they have.

“Let’s celebrate having more time together,” he says, lifting his glass.

“Sure,” replies Jane, raising hers to clink against his. The appetizer arrives and they both start eating it in silence. Finally, Brad has to say something.

“Jane, I really have to speak up. I can tell you’re upset about something. What is it?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

Jane really didn’t want him to bring it up. She was hoping she could get through the meal without having to share these mixed feelings.

“It’s nothing, really. Just one of those days,” she says, nonchalantly.

“I see. Okay, I can take that. I have days like that,” he replies, reassuring her. “Well, just let me know if I can do anything for you, okay?”

Jane nods. “Yeah, sure.”

They continue to eat in awkward silence. Brad keeps pouring the wine, and Jane keeps drinking it. They both get tipsy, and finally Jane starts opening up, the liquid courage spurring her on.

“Well, honestly Brad, I don’t care what you think. I am feeling upset about something,” she replies, choking back her sadness.

“Okay, go ahead. What is it?” he says.

“Well, when we were together this morning, you said you had business to do, and you had to take an important phone call,” she explains.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Well, in my break time, I went down to the hot tub and…” Jane can hardly hold it in.

“You saw me with a woman in the hot tub. I know. I saw you on the other side of the door just before you ran away.”

This really took the steam out of Jane—the fact that he knew, the fact he wasn’t upset that she saw him, and the fact that he acknowledged this other woman in the hot tub. She really didn’t have anything she could hold against him.

“Did you think I was attracted to her?” Brad asks honestly, reaching out to hold Jane’s hand.

“Well… yes,” Jane says sheepishly, feeling ridiculous now.

“Well, I will let you know what happened, if that’s okay for you,” Brad says.

She nods her head, not wanting to force him to share if he doesn’t want to.

“Honestly, I know she is an attractive woman. I’m a guy and all. She started talking to me, and I just responded. She invited herself into the hot tub. What am I going to do? Tell her she can’t?” Brad says.

“Well no, I guess not,” Jane acknowledges. “Have you and her ever met before?” she asks.

“No, I’ve never seen her here before, which is unusual, because I know most people who come here. I still don’t know who she is, other than her first name,” he says with a concerned tone, wondering if perhaps she is some kind of journalist or spy. “But I need you to know one more thing. She did try to seduce me in the hot tub.”

Jane feels overwhelmed with jealousy. Brad can see her eyes welling up as her face turns away.

“That hurts you?” Brad asks, somewhat happy to know she cares this much.

Jane nods a bit, squeezing her lips together because she doesn’t want to admit it.

“Well, I turned her away. In fact, I didn’t feel turned on by her at all. For real. I could only think of you,” he says honestly, still holding her hand.

The warmth of his hand says a lot to Jane. She can sense how much he does care for her, and that he is being truthful.

“And the other thing is that, in my not-so-distant past, I would have probably had sex with her right there, just because I’ve been that kind of guy,” he says openly, not wanting to hold anything back from Jane.

Jane’s eyes widen, unsure of how to respond.

“Brad, that’s just it you see, this is what I don’t understand. I have no idea what you see in me. I have nothing to offer you. I’m broke, I’m 19, I’m a hick girl from Utah, I can hardly dance well, and I’m a virgin. How attractive is that? I mean, what man in his right mind would want me?” Jane says, grabbing the napkin to hide her tears.

“I want you, Jane,” Brad says, moving over to put his arm around her. “You see, one thing I realized today is that the hottest woman in the world could walk in here and promise to give me everything I want, and that still wouldn’t do it for me.

“You are capturing me. All those things you say are true. On paper, it seems ridiculous for me to pay a million dollars for the hope of something with you, but I can’t help myself. You do something to me that no one else has. Not even Kelly, my first love,” Brad says, admitting this for the first time.

“That still doesn’t explain what it is you like about me. I really don’t understand,” Jane says, feeling distressed and desperate.

“To be honest, I love your innocence. I’m really enjoying how real you are. You speak the truth, and you aren’t ashamed about who you are and where you’ve come from. I find that you are not only adorable but also stunning. The way you dance is full of heart, not just following the motions. You’re not trying to please anyone or prove yourself. You are just you, and that is enough for me,” he says, really wanting it to sink deep into her.

Jane feels his words penetrate her heart. She really can see that he means it, and she starts cheering up. She looks up, takes a deep breath, and feels herself come back to the room.

“The question really should be the opposite— why would you be interested in me?” Brad asks earnestly.

Jane is shocked, because it seems so obvious. Not just the money, but how he treats her. She thought he knew.

“I don’t even know where to begin to answer that,” says Jane.

“You don’t have to. Take as much time as you need,” responds Brad gently.

Chapter 33

“Well, it’s not that I need to think about it, Brad. I mean, it is surprising that you don’t know. It has nothing to do with your money,” she says, matter-of-factly. “It’s just that… well, I really haven’t had anyone take this much interest in me before. I really don’t know how to take it. It seems a bit overwhelming, to tell you the truth.”

“That surprises me, Jane. I really don’t know why anyone wouldn’t have scooped you up by now, but I can also see that you’ve been very dedicated to your dreams and you may not have noticed when someone was interested.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. But back to why I’m attracted to you. I can only explain it as just the way you make me feel—like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m not used to this, and I find that it’s something I can’t fully believe, but I do love being treated this way,” says Jane, nestling into Brad’s shoulder. “I’m just nervous that soon you’re going to realize I’m not as exciting as you want me to be. I’m really just plain ol’ Jane Bryden. Nothing more.”

“You are way more than that to me, and I see you for who you are, not what you are.”

Brad reaches for her hand to help her stand up. “Here, let’s go out for some ice cream, okay?”

Jane stands up, her skirt grazing the chair, and she follows Brad, first reaching for her purse. In the process, her purse tumbles over and out falls her stockings and panties. Brad looks down and smiles, then reaches to pick them up.

“Well, it looks like we have something special here,” holding the garments between his fingers.

Jane is beyond embarrassed, and can’t believe he’s holding them up in public. He pulls her into a side alley and draws her closer. Sniffing her panties, he can tell she has worn them.

“Mmm… I love that smell,” he says, smiling.

He draws Jane closer to him, and her heart races. Grabbing her ass, he says, “So, does that mean you are not wearing anything underneath?”

She can feel his breath against her. She looks up into his beautiful, blue eyes and says, “Well, not quite. You gave me a little something, remember? Something red.”

Brad immediately gets hard and presses against Jane. Her pussy starts pulsating, and her stomach pulls in. She can’t stop squeezing her vagina, open and closed, the harder Brad gets.

She loves the smell of his cologne. It’s musky, manly, strong and yet not too overpowering. She feels so safe and turned on by him at the same time.

“Well, one thing I’m really fond of with you, Mr. Halliwell, is that you know how to make my pussy purr,” she whispers. “You bring out a wild beast in me I never knew existed,” she says openly. Jane can’t believe she’s telling him all of this, but it’s just pouring out of her mouth.

“Well, I’m glad. That’s exactly what I want to do to you,” he says, grabbing her ass harder and kissing her neck down to her cleavage.

“What I want to do to you, my dear Jane, is nothing short of naughty. I want those precious tits in my mouth so I can suck on them,” he says, lusting over her.

Jane doesn’t know what to do. So much of her wants to lift her skirt up, have him pull her up to his waist, unzip his pants, and put that big, hard cock deep inside her. She wants him to fuck her right there in the alley against the wall while he sucks on her tits.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Jane. Just give me the word,” Brad says, acting like a puppy dog.

Jane has never had someone beg for her, and she’s not very comfortable in knowing what to ask for.

“I want nothing more than for you to reach up under my skirt and pull my thong down,” she instructs.

He rubs her skirt against her thighs and moves the fabric up, scrunching it in his hand. “Like this?” he asks.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she whimpers as he rubs his fingers around her smooth skin.

Without exposing too much of her legs, he feels for the thong around her hips. He gets hornier knowing he’s getting closer to her sweet muff.

She starts moving her hips back and forth with desire for his fingers. He slowly pulls the thong down her thighs, rubs her on the inside, and feels some juices dripping down her legs. He’d love to lick her clean and move his tongue all around inside of her.

He imagines what her nakedness would look like, should the thong drop to her ankles.

He whispers in her ear, “You turn me on like no other woman I’ve ever met.”

He grabs her hand to feel his hard package.

“I can tell,” Jane giggles. “And can’t you tell you make me so wet and horny?” she says.

She now feels nervous because she doesn’t know what comes next, or if she could ever really please him.

“You know I want you, right?” she says, stroking his hair.

Brad nods, ready to give her the time of her fucking life.

“But I’m just nervous and not ready yet. It’s my first time. I want it to be really special,” she says.

“This is special to me, baby,” Brad says back.

“No… really special, you know what I mean?” she says, scared she’s disappointing him.

“Sweetie, I want you to feel totally comfortable with me. I promised you that. Even though I want to eat you all up, I also don’t want you to do anything that you’re not ready for. I just can’t wait for us to be together,” he says.

He holds her while she cries with relief. “Oh Brad, thank you for being so patient with me.”

“You’re worth it, baby. You really are.”

Chapter 34

Brad grabs her hand and they walk down the street together, her skirt swaying in the wind. Brad puts his arm around her waist, squeezing Jane closer to him. She feels safe in his arms, at home and completely at ease.

They walk past a few stores and stop in at one—a Victorian Gift Shop. The place smells of potpourri, and the music is very light with chimes in the background.

“I’ll get you whatever you want in here. Don’t be shy,” Brad whispers in her ear.

“Really?” she says, unsure if she should accept. Her mind returns to their earlier discussion about money and his habit of buying friendship.

She picks up a little sachet with lavender in it for her lingerie drawer.

“This is lovely. I would like you to buy me this,” she says, looking at Brad with tender eyes.

“Well, that would be fine, but I think you deserve more than that. Let’s go over to the clothing section. There must be something there for you,” he says.

Jane walks over and notices some white pieces of lingerie, like the ones from Victorian times where they tie up in the front and push up the boobs.

“They are all handmade from England, my dear,” says the sales clerk, keen on Brad’s visit to the store. “This one is extra-special because the ribbon is made of silk from Japan.”

Jane’s eyes widen at how luxurious these pieces look. She reaches out to touch the pink ribbon and the ribbing on the garment.

“It’s gorgeous,” says Jane, enchanted by the exquisite beauty of it.

“Just like you, my dear,” whispers Brad, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

Jane feels tingles throughout her body, and her shoulders raise with excitement. He pulls her hair back and kisses her on the neck, imagining her in the corset.

“You would look so sexy in that,” he says, putting his hand on her ass and stroking it.

Jane feels a bit embarrassed because the clerk is there. She giggles as she pushes his hand away.

“Can I try this on, please?” she asks the sales clerk in a professional tone.

“Yes, of course,” the woman says, fully expecting her to ask.

She goes into the decadent dressing room and starts changing.

“Would you like me to help you do up the back?” asks Brad through the curtain.

Jane doesn't think guys are allowed back there.

“Um… okay, sure, that would be great,” she says a bit nervously.

He walks in and is stunned at how she looks. He sees her smooth and gentle back. He reaches for the corset and ties up each level. He gets to the mid-back and starts kissing her there, going down to the base of the spine to the top of her ass. The top of the red thong is there.

He groans as he grabs it with his teeth.

“You’re such a good girl, Jane. You know exactly what I want,” he says.

Jane looks into the mirror and sees herself with rosy cheeks. Her cleavage spills out of the garment and she can’t believe how much she looks like one of those seductive women from the Victorian age, looking beautiful on the outside and naughty on the inside.

She feels herself getting juicier and juicier with Brad’s touches and kisses. He stands up, grabs her tits from behind, and looks at her in the mirror.

“I can smell you. I know you want me, Jane,” Brad says, his cock getting ever harder as it rubs against her ass. “What I wouldn’t do to have you right here and now.”

Jane, still looking at him in the mirror, looks into his eyes with a haze of pleasure. She starts breathing heavier, her chest lifting up higher and higher.

“I want you, too, Brad, I really do,” she says, resisting the temptation to turn around and fuck him right then and there.

“I really want the first time to be more special than this,” she says. “Even though this is the most magical place I’ve ever been in.”

Brad turns her around and kisses her deeply, pushing her up against the mirror. He rubs his hands up and down her chest. He says to her, “I respect you so much, you know that, right?”

She nods.

“I really want you to get this piece for our first night,” he says. “You look so stunning in it.”

He releases her and leaves the change room.

Jane looks at her front and her back, calming herself down from feeling so turned on.

“My God, Jane Bryden, you are a whole new woman,” she says, admiring how she looks.

She comes out of the dressing room with the corset in hand.

Brad passes it over to the sales clerk. “We’ll take two of these, please. One in black, the other in white,” he says.

“Would you like both with the pink ribbon?” she asks.

Brad looks at Jane for her preference.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” she says demurely, still shy that the sales clerk knows she’s buying something so sexy.

“Wonderful choice, my dear,” she says.

“Pink for those gorgeous, rosy cheeks,” Brad says, kissing her lightly.

They leave the store and go back to the hotel. Jane is feeling a bit tired out from the day so far and wants to go to her room for a while.

“I have business plans for dinner,” says Brad. “We will have to see each other tomorrow afternoon. You’ll have a note waiting for you,” he says, kissing her on the lips. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

“Don’t work too hard, my dear,” she says, expressing her tender feelings for the first time.

Brad is touched at the endearment and feels the warmth of Jane’s gentle love in his heart.

Chapter 35

When Jane gets back to her room, she finds a huge bouquet of white roses. She is smitten and feels very special.

She opens the note in the card and it says, ‘Thank you for a beautiful day. I’m so glad you chose the ones with the pink ribbons. Please wear the white one tomorrow with the tutu in the closet. Meet me in the ballroom at two p.m. I won’t be able to see you until then. With love, Brad.’

How did he do that? How did he have that note written and delivered when they’d been together the whole time? He thinks of all the details.

She opens the closet and finds a tutu with multi-colored gemstones all over the chiffon. It is so delicate and funky at the same time. She puts it up to the corset and it makes her look like a wild, rocker ballerina. It’s so much fun.

She goes over to the mirror and brushes her hair, letting it hang loose. She puts on the robe and feels the gentle softness against her skin.

He treats me like such a lady, and I can’t help but feel beautiful around him.

She lies on the bed and falls asleep to the soothing sound of the fan.

When she wakes, she realizes she hasn’t called her mom since she left, and usually they speak on Monday nights.

“Hey, Mom, it’s me,” she says.

“Oh, Jane! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you,” says her mom.

“Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry. I’ve had these rehearsals from hell that have been really taking their toll on me,” Jane lies. She doesn’t usually lie to her mom, so she feels a bit guilty.

“Oh, dear, please don’t ever do that to me again. It’s not like you to not call. I was nearly ready to send the police out to look for you,” her mom said with concern, and Jane knew it was true.

She likes hearing the sound of her mother’s voice, her loving concern coming through. Jane can hear how much her mom has protected her throughout her life, never wanting her to lose her innocence.

“I’m so sorry, Mom, you know I’d never want you to worry. The big city seems to take on a life of its own sometimes,” Jane says.

“Do you need money, Jane? Do you feel safe there? I worry about you every day, especially when I hear these news stories about young girls getting sucked in by gangs and drugs there. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew some horrible man was out to get you,” she said.

This brings up fear in Jane, wondering again if she can trust herself with Brad. She’s heard of drug rings and how older men will lure in younger women, giving them gifts, perfume, and all things lavish, just to drug them up and use them as sex slaves. Maybe this is what Brad is doing to her. Her mom is talking some sense into her, and she knows she has her best interests at heart.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I have a good head on my shoulders. You’ve taught me a lot about how to take care of myself,” Jane reassures.

“What’s that sound in the background, Jane? It sounds like waves,” her mom says.

“Oh, that’s my new relaxation music. It helps me go to sleep,” Jane says.

“Oh yes, I’ve heard about that. Let me know how it works.”

“Okay… Mom, I have to get going. I have to go and practice. I love you,” Jane says, not wanting to have to lie to her mom again.

“Alright, dear. I wish we could chat longer. I love you and miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Say hi to Dad for me,” she says.

“Yes, of course. Goodbye, Jane.”

“Goodbye, Mom,” she says.

Jane hangs up the phone and feels just awful. She never wants her mom to worry, and now she has had to lie to her. Jane has never lied to her mom before, and what if she was right? What if this was some scheme to lure her into a drug or sex ring without her even knowing it?

Now, her mom doesn’t know she is in some foreign country. What should she do? Not to mention that driver she spoke to earlier had warned her about Brad.

Jane is feeling panicked now and is looking at the situation through a different set of eyes. She sees all the gifts and can make a case for how he is grooming her to be his little princess. He could easily have connections to criminals, she’s sure of it. At the moment, she is trapped here and there isn’t a way out. She is nervous and afraid, but what can she do about it now?

Jane decides to go out on the beach to relax and think about these things. She heads down to the lobby and asks the front desk if she can borrow a beach umbrella and get room service delivered there.

Jane orders a piña colada, takes off her clothes revealing the white bikini underneath, and lets the sun comfort her. Thoughts and feelings are swimming in her head, and she has no idea what to do about them.

There is a gentleman on the beach, with dark hair and sculpted abs.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he asks.

For some reason, Jane feels like she’s betraying Brad just by talking to this man.

“I don’t bite,” he says.

Feeling mistrusting and on edge, Jane replies, “Well, I really don’t know that, do I?”

“No, I guess you don’t,” he says. He reaches out his hand and says, “Hi, my name is John. I’m gay.”

Jane smiles, feeling a bit relieved that he’s not interested in her.

“Oh, well, that’s a relief,” she says. “Yes, please have a sit.”

They proceed to get to know each other, laughing, talking, and getting along. He makes everything feel normal. They head back from the beach and go through the hotel lobby.

“Lovely to meet you, John. I hope you have a good time here,” Jane says, the front desk overhearing.

“And you, Jane,” he replies, going in the other direction.

Jane walks back to her room, feeling more at ease that someone else knows her here.

Chapter 36

As Brad leaves Jane behind to head back to his workspace, there is a warm glow over his heart. It is so good to experience these feelings of love again.

He thinks about how enticing she looked in that corset and can only imagine how she will look in the black one. Her pale, soft skin next to the garment will make her look like a vixen.

He can’t wait to kiss those little rosebud tits, sucking, then twirling his tongue around them, pinching them lightly to get her all excited. Brad can feel another hard-on coming, and he can hardly contain himself.

He turns around and goes back to his hotel room. Fumbling with the door, he finally gets inside. Taking his tie off and untucking his shirt, he unfastens his pants and pulls down his white cotton boxers. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the ground.

In his room is a row of mirrors. He goes over to them and studies himself. His biceps are pretty well-developed, and his abs are looking tight. He’s been exercising every day, and he feels like it’s finally paying off.

“Looking pretty good there, Mr. Halliwell,” he says to himself.

He sees his hard cock and imagines that Jane is there, ready to do whatever he tells her, dropping to her knees and wrapping her mouth around his dick. He imagines her sucking and tasting him, getting him harder and harder. Holding her head, he teaches her how he likes it—hard and fast, pushing and pulling back and forth.

He imagines her wearing the corset with nothing on the bottom, and seeing her ass in the mirror. She would have on bright-pink lipstick, marking him with the color. She would suck him so loud and hard, slurping sounds echoing all around them. She’d be getting all horny for him while he watches her and strokes her cleavage.

Brad keeps stroking his cock, the blood rushing from his balls into the shaft, causing it to pulsate more and more until he comes all over the mirror as he lets out a huge groan.

“Suck me fast, you slutty princess!” he shouts out. “Show me the best you’ve got.”

He falls back on the bed, his hand sticky and covered in sperm. The ocean breeze wafts in and he falls slowly asleep.

Luckily, he had set the alarm on his phone to remind him of his business meeting. He gets up, goes to the shower, and gets dressed again.

He can’t believe what Jane brings out in him, this sweet girl from Utah. My God, what is happening to me?

Heading down to the lobby, he is all set to meet a business colleague.

“Mr. Halliwell, good to see you. You’re looking good these days. Is the fresh, tropical air helping you out?” asks Marcus.

“You could say that. A whole lot of freshness does wonders for a man’s life. You know what I mean?” he responds.

They find a spot to sit and start their meeting. He looks over toward the lobby and sees Jane walking with a handsome man beside her. She’s laughing, and it looks like they have become quite acquainted.

Brad is crushed.

How could she do this to me? I never would have seen that in her.

For the rest of the business meeting, Brad is distracted and can’t keep his head on straight. He just nods, smiles, and continues on. By the end of it, he feels quite depressed.

He wants to go up to Jane and demand to know what the hell is going on. Then he wavers and tries to find the reason why she’s finding this man attractive instead of him. His mind is racing with panicked thoughts and he is terrified to discover the truth.

When they finish, Brad goes up to his room, taking a bottle of wine with him. He spends the evening in, watching crappy, black and white movies.

He goes over his lifetime of feeling cheated on, disappointed, hurt, and betrayed by women. He beats himself up, thinking he should have known better.

It seems that Jane will go after anyone who shows her attention, but really, doesn’t she get that I don’t want to share her?

His mind can’t stop the feelings of anger, sadness, and rage. How will he even address this with her? Is he even allowed to be jealous at this point? They aren’t a couple or anything.

He torments himself all night long, having dreadful nightmares. He can’t sleep or settle down. When he gets up in the morning after only four hours of sleep, he gulps down an energy drink and drags himself out of bed.

Down at the restaurant for breakfast, he mopes over his eggs and toast.

“Good morning, Mr. Halliwell,” says the waiter.

He doesn’t respond, which is unusual for him.

“Freshly squeezed orange juice, sir?” he asks.

“Nah,” he responds. “Can you get the hotel manager for me?”

“Is there something you’re unhappy with, sir?”

“Yes, but it’s not you. It’s something else.”

“Okay, sir, just a moment,” he says politely.

The office manager comes over.

“Please, have a seat. I have something to ask you and it’s rather private in nature,” says Brad.

The hotel manager feels concerned, wondering if there is something the staff has done wrong.

“Yes, sir, what is it? You know we always want you to be happy,” he asks.

“Well, honestly, I know this sounds ridiculous, and I know you are sworn to confidentiality, but I need this one favor,” Brad pleads.

The hotel manager has never seen Brad like this before. Usually, he is way more in charge of things.

“Sir, what is it? Of course, you know we greatly respect you,” the manager reassures.

“Well, yesterday afternoon, there was a gentleman that Jane was walking into the lobby with. A handsome man,” Brad explains.

“Oh yes, John Millbrook, our hotel’s accountant,” the manager explains matter-of-factly.

Brad feels embarrassed to even ask more questions. Normally, he doesn’t show he cares this much for a woman.

“John Millbrook. What do you know about him?” Brad asks vaguely.

“Well, I’m not sure what you want to know. Business-wise, he is reliable, dependable, very good at what he does,” the manager outlines.

“No, I mean about his personal life. Is he single? Married?” Brad presses.

“Oh, I see. Well, he’s quite a private man, but I do know he’s interested in men,” the manager tries to explain discreetly.

“Oh, he’s gay?” Brad suddenly feels happier.

“Yes, I believe so, sir,” the manager replies, wondering if perhaps Brad is now interested in men.

“That’s all I need to know,” says Brad, chuckling a bit. “You know, I thought he was hitting on Jane. Wow, am I ever relieved,” Brad says with a smile.

The manager now realizes what Brad was fishing for.

“Jane is a gem,” he says. “Is that everything, sir?”

“Yes, that’s everything. Thank you.”

“Good day.”

“And to you,” says Brad, getting started on his eggs.

Chapter 37

Just before two p.m., Jane heads down to the ballroom, her ballerina outfit covered by a long, cotton overcoat. She stands out from the crowd of people wearing shorts and tank tops, like a princess with an elaborate gown walking through the crowd. People look at her with a feeling of awe, thinking she somehow looks regal.

She opens the doors and a waft of cool air comes out. The floor is made of a fine bamboo, and one of the walls is made of glass, looking out onto the beach. It’s absolutely gorgeous.

She takes off her overcoat and hangs it on the hook. She does a toe-heel step around the room, as well as a few twirls. It feels like she hasn’t danced in ages. She usually dances every day, sometimes twice a day. Her body feels stiff from traveling and all the stress of the past few days.

Jane doesn’t hear the ballroom door open behind her. Brad stands by the wall and watches while she moves and twirls, getting lost in her own world. He moves his head to the side and takes in her delicate nature, so gentle, soft, kind, and graceful, yet bold. Exactly what he saw that night at the theatre.

Jane spins, and spins, and spins, then notices Brad there. She stops, feeling shocked and a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, how long have you been here?” she asks meekly.

“Long enough to see how beautiful and talented you are,” he says.

He knows all the right words to make Jane feel at ease. She gently walks over to him and gives him a peck on the cheek.

“Is that all?” Brad asks, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her into him, and kissing her on the lips. Jane surrenders and feels so safe. She loves being held by him. When they stop, he looks at her and moves her hair aside.

“Jane Bryden, you keep getting more and more beautiful the longer I know you,” he says.

“Well, how can that happen?” she says, with a smile on her face.

“Because you are beautiful inside and out,” he says, grabbing her hand and spinning her out, then back to him.

“Will you dance for me, Jane? My own private dance?” he asks.

“It would be my pleasure,” she says.

Jane starts spinning and twirling, lifting her leg and taking leaps into the air. It’s as if she has wings. She floats and falls so easily, runs and contracts with passion. Jane twirls around Brad and wraps her leg around his, pressing her body against his.

She can feel his cock getting hard against her belly, and she is so pleased that she is able to arouse him this way.

“You really are the sexiest woman alive, Jane. You take my breath away,” whispers Brad in her ear.

His breath sends tingles through her, lifting the hairs on the back of her neck. She pulls away, trying to play a bit hard to get.

Brad smiles, appreciating her willingness to not be too easy.

Brad pulls two invitations out of his pocket.

“Ms. Jane Bryden, I am wondering if you will accompany me tonight for a special, black tie affair,” he asks, waving the cards in the air.

“Whatever will I wear?” she asks.

“Don’t you worry about that, my girl. What you’re wearing right now is perfect,” Brad comments.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Brad. I can’t wear this to a black tie event. Everyone will think I’m a floozy,” she says.

“Well, not at all, because you will be a special feature there,” Brad assures.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jane asks, confused.

Brad shows her the invitation. On the invitation it says, ‘Special Guest Dancer—Jane Bryden,’

Jane feels a bit horrified and confused.

“Do you mean I’ll be dancing in front of your friends?” she asks, feeling a bit icky.

“Well, they aren’t really friends. They are very notable people in the business world, and they are supporters of the arts,” he explains. “I want them to see your talent, Jane. That is why I organized this event.”

Jane feels flattered that he would go to this length for her.

“For real? I thought you were just wanting me for my body,” she says, half-jokingly. “You actually care about my career, too?”

“Of course! Though your body is driving me wild, I see your heart that dreams and aspires. You’ve worked hard to get to where you are, and you deserve the support,” he says, tenderly.

Jane is touched and feels so cared for. Life has been so hard and lonely since she moved to New York. All worries of drugs and sex trafficking have faded away.

“But this isn’t my usual style, Brad, you know that,” Jane says, pointing down to her outfit.

“Well, I think there’s a little wild in you, Jane, and the world is ready to see this in you,” he reassures.

“You think so? I don’t know if I can do it. What if I mess up?” Jane says nervously.

“I know you’ll do just fine. Here, let me give you a little warm up,” Brad says.

He pulls her toward him, her back facing him.

“Do you like this?” he says. He starts kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her breasts from behind.

Jane moans quietly, closing her eyes and taking in the pleasure. She nods as if to say more.

He drops his right hand down and rubs her belly, pressing her closer into him where she can feel his hard cock pressing against her ass.

“And what about this? Do you like this?” he says.

“Oh, God, yeah,” she says, unable to control herself.

He lifts up her tutu and rubs her leggings on top of her pubic bone, his fingers reaching further down, rubbing in circles to get her hips moving. Jane gets all wet and turned on, wanting desperately to put his hands down into her panties and have him rub her clit.

He whispers into her ear, “I’d love to lick your pussy, Jane. I can’t wait to taste you and stroke you until you are trembling with pleasure,” he says.

Jane wants him so badly, but she still feels nervous that she’s going to disappoint him.

“I want nothing more than for you to do that, Brad. Truly. I’m just…” she moans again.

Brad licks her ear and nibbles on it.

“What were you saying?”

“I’m just not… sure… if… I’m…” she says.

He holds her closer. “…ready?” he says, trying to finish her sentence.

“No… not… good… enough,” she says, tears coming to her eyes.

Brad turns her around quickly and looks her straight in the eye.

“Jane Bryden, you turn me on just by being there. You don’t have to do or be more than you are. Trust me, I will take care of you when you are ready.”

Jane lets out a breath of relief and tears start rolling down her cheeks.

“Really?” she says. “I feel like such a fool.”

“You are my dream come true, Jane. I want you to know that,” he says. “You just let me know when you feel comfortable, okay?”

She presses her head against his chest and nods. He holds her head closer so she can feel his heartbeat.

Chapter 38

Brad walks Jane back up to her hotel room, partly hoping she will invite him in.

“We have to leave at five p.m., okay?” he says. “I will be at the front lobby waiting for you.”

Jane was hoping he would have time to go into the hotel room with her.

“Ah, okay. Sounds good.”

He lifts her chin and kisses her.

“I have to admit something to you. Yesterday, I saw you walking with a handsome young man who I found out is named John,” he starts explaining.

“Oh yeah, I can explain,” she says.

“It’s okay, really, I know, he’s…”

“Gay,” they both say at once.

“Yes,” says Jane. “That’s why I felt okay about walking with him. He’s lovely, and I felt safe with him. It’s nice to have someone to talk to here when you are busy.”

“I’m not usually this busy, Jane. I promise you. It’s just that there’s been some crazy news lately, and I’ve had to take care of some things. Do you miss me?”

“Well yes, I do, but I understand. You’re a busy man, and it comes with the territory of being a billionaire.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, Jane. Thank you for understanding. I promise we’ll have more time together in the future.”

“Oh, you don’t have to make me any promises Brad, especially those you will find difficult to keep. Really,” Jane says.

He kisses her goodbye and she steps into her room. Closing the door behind her, she takes a deep breath in and out. She can’t calm herself down, she feels so excited about sleeping with Brad, the first man she will ever be with.

She flops herself down on the bed and looks up at the ceiling, imagining what it will be like to be with him. Will he be on top of her, or will she be on top of him? Will he want her to suck him off? Will she know what she’s doing? What if she is boring? She does know, deep down, that he will make her feel special and loved. The insecurities from the phone call with her mother are gradually fading away, dripping off of her one by one.

Jane reaches over to her suitcase and pulls out the vibrator that the ballet girls gave her.

If only they knew where I was now, she laughed, feeling a little smug. She pulls down her leggings, leaving on her tutu.

She puts lube on the vibrator and rubs it around her vagina, moistening the lips and stimulating her clit, getting it harder. She pushes it down further so it goes up inside her, pulsating as she pushes it in and out.

She imagines what it would have been like in the ballroom if he had put his fingers inside her, and they made love in front of the beautiful sea with the open windows, not caring if anyone saw them.

The more she fantasizes about Brad, the more she gets turned on, and the faster she pushes the vibrating cock inside of her. She bites her lip as she comes and comes, her body losing control.

She moans loudly and screams, “Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Brad. Just fuck me.”

In the hallway, Brad walks by her door on his way back down. He can hear her getting turned on and then exploding with pleasure.

He loves hearing women come, and the thought of Jane coming gets him especially excited. He wishes he could just open the door, drop his pants, and use his cock to take her to the next level. He wants to blow her mind with what he knows he can do to her. She has no idea what she’s been missing all her life, and he can’t wait to be the first man to show her.

He hears someone walking on the floor, so Brad steps away.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Halliwell,” says the woman, a member of the cleaning staff. “Are you enjoying your stay?”

“Why, yes, thank you,” he says, walking toward the stairs.

Jane overhears Brad’s voice in the hall. She wants to go out there and drag him by his tie into the room. She’d pull him onto the bed, have him feel her wet pussy with his fingers, and stick his cock inside of her.

She wants him so badly and wants him to do her bidding, telling him where to touch her, lick her, and fuck her. She shifts positions and lifts her ass in the air, putting a pillow under her and then watches herself in the mirror, playing with herself. She finally sees herself as a sexually attractive goddess.

Her sexual energy finally spent, she lays on the bed, exhausted. After a short nap, she wakes up half an hour later, has a shower, and gets ready. She still has an hour before she has to meet Brad, so she goes downstairs on her way to the ballroom.

She sees John there in the lobby. “Well, don’t you look like a rock star princess?” he says, smiling. “You’d fit into my world looking like that,” he laughs.

She snickers, “Well, I’ve been asked to dance for Brad tonight.”

“Brad Halliwell? You know him?” he says.

“Oh yeah, that’s who I came with. I didn’t tell you?” she says, realizing she was too choked up yesterday to mention Brad’s name. “Do you know him?”

“My dear, around here, everyone knows him. He’s technically my boss,” he says. “How long have you known him?”

“Honestly? About a week.”

“And you came here with him? Don’t tell me. You’re one of those upper class escorts he brings here?” John says, not thinking it through.

Jane now feels humiliated and shocked. She thought Brad said he never did this before. Now she is crushed, and feels cheap. At that moment, she wants to rip off these clothes and go back to being Plain Jane from Utah.

Why does this keep happening? As soon as she gets close to him, she ends up learning more about Brad that is questionable. She’s not sure if she’s being played or if he’s really in love.

“No, not that I’m aware of,” she says, trying to hold her dignity. “I’m a ballerina from New York. Brad is helping me with my career.”

“I’m sure he is,” John winks.

Chapter 39

After Brad overhears Jane in her hotel room, he goes over to his room hoping to relieve himself of sexual tension before having to get back to business downstairs.

Before he has a chance to get started, the phone rings.

“Hello? Yes, this is Brad… Oh hey. Any news...? What? For real? You’re fucking kidding me. All over the news tomorrow? What kind of bitch would do this? Jesus. You’ve got to get me out of this one, and fast. Come on, man. It’s why I pay you the big bucks. How am I going to explain this one? What? Stay on the island? How long? A year? No fucking way. You know I can’t do that!”

Brad is shocked and feeling deeply disturbed. He’s pissed and wants to punch something.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddamn fucking bitch. Who the hell is she? If I could at least remember, then I could put the pieces together,” Brad yells into the phone. “Yeah, sorry, I know, I can’t take it out on you. Money grabbing jackasses.”

Brad hangs up the phone and paces around the room, fuming. Who would do something like this? He wonders what he did to deserve this mess. Was it the woman he snubbed at the cocktail party last month because of her annoying laugh? Was it someone who he took home for a night?

He’s had many women wanting to come back for more, and he’s had to ignore them or hire someone to tell them to leave him alone. He knows he’s played it safe and there’s no one, that he knows of, that he’s gotten pregnant.

Maybe it was that dark-haired woman down in the lounge trying to entrap him, and she’s pissed he didn’t do anything with her. Goddamn escorts. He should have known they spell trouble.

Brad takes a cold shower and breathes deeply, trying to calm down. He knows he needs to trust his lawyer. He imagines himself on the island for a year, thinking that may not be a bad thing after all. What about Jane, though? How would he explain this to her? She would lose interest in him for sure.

He gets out of the shower, gets dressed, and looks in the mirror.

“You can’t stress about it, man. You’ve dealt with worse things before. Get yourself together. It will sort itself out,” he tells himself, “it always does.”

He wears a white, cotton shirt, buttoned down and flowing over his dark pants. He’d pick up his tie and jacket later before they went out to the event tonight.

He walks out the door and past Jane’s room, putting his ear to the door and hoping to hear her again. Sure enough, he hears the whirring of the vibrator.

Oh God, she’s a horny sexy woman! I can’t wait to rub my paws and body all over her, thinks Brad.

He hears her moaning again, but this time more intensely as she screams, “Uhhhhhhhh… fuck me, Brad. Just fuck me.”

He imagines her body shaking and gyrating from coming, her tits jiggling and her back arching as she plays with herself. He wishes he could go in and kiss her belly to turn her on even more and make her come five times in a row. God, he wants to give it to her. His cock is so hard just thinking of her.

One of the hotel staff comes onto the floor bringing fresh linens to Brad’s room. Brad walks away toward the stairwell, pretending he’s not being creepy in front of Jane’s door. He presses up against the wall to catch his breath. What that woman does to me! Fuck. I’m totally under her spell, he thinks, feeling hot, sweaty, and wild. He has to shake his head to get it together and walk calmly down to the restaurant to start working again.

“Mr. Halliwell,” says the front desk manager.

“Yes, what is it?” Brad says impatiently.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir, but the woman you met yesterday in the, umm, hot tub,” he says reservedly. “She wanted me to give this to you.”

He hands Brad an envelope.

“Thank you, sir,” Brad says politely.

Fucking women. Who the hell do I trust these days? They seem to be grabbing me left, right and center, and yet, the only one I want is Jane and she’s too precious to hurt.

He opens up the envelope and inside finds a notecard. He lifts it up, and there is a room key with a note that says, ‘Wanna share some more hot times together? Come on up tonight and I’ll give you more. No clothes required.’ A picture of her looking like a pin-up is included.

Brad looks at the nude picture, and she is hot. He would fuck her in any other circumstance—if he hadn’t developed feelings for Jane.

What if she’s the one setting him up? He’s never seen her on the island before. His mind starts racing, wondering who to trust.

He throws the key and picture into the garbage and walks over to the front desk.

“Excuse me, again, but do you know who that woman is? The one who gave me the note,” he asks the front desk manager.

“Oh yes. She’s new here. She is from one of the top women’s pin-up magazines in the States, Hot Mamas. The publisher recommended she come here to get away from the stress of the world.

The fact that she is a nude model for the pin-up magazine doesn’t phase Brad, it’s that she’s working for Todd Harvey, the asshole Brad has had an ongoing conflict with all his life.

Todd had tried to frame Brad before, trying to destroy him by getting him drunk to the point where his defenses were down. Brad had an orgy with four other nude models and had the time of his life—until the next day when there were photos everywhere in one of Todd’s dirty mags, bringing public humiliation to Brad. The worst part was that Brad couldn’t sue Todd because of journalistic freedom laws.

“That bastard,” says Brad under his breath. He walks away and goes back to the garbage can to grab the key to her room. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he’s going to get to the bottom of this and nip it in the bud once and for all.

Chapter 40

Jane is still shocked at hearing from John that Brad has a habit of entertaining upper class escorts here all the time.

She tries to just focus on her career. If there’s something she’s going to get out of this trip, it will be contacts for when she goes back to New York. Whatever this sick man is up to isn’t her business. Yes, she feels hurt, terribly hurt, but she knows she can get over it. She is thankful she hasn’t slept with him yet.

She puts on the black tutu with gemstones and wraps the corset around her body, lifting up her breasts to make them look bigger than they are. She feels more determined and badass than before, and ready to take control of her life and destiny.

Forget this Brad Halliwell and his sick games. She’s going to take this opportunity by the balls and finally get her just desserts in this world.

All those people who think of Jane as nice, plain, sweet, and kind can go fuck themselves. It hasn’t served Jane very well anyway, and in fact, has trapped her in circumstances of being used and betrayed.

She has no time for this shit. If Brad wants upper class escorts, then let him have them. Jane has more decency than that. After tonight, she’s going to tell Brad exactly what is on her mind. She has nothing to lose. He can have his goddamn million dollars.

Jane struts out of the hotel room and walks with determination through the front lobby and into the ballroom to practice her moves before tonight. She goes in and gets all her anger out.

Turning quickly and with sharp edges, she falls, kicks, and turns, letting out all of her steam. After 30 minutes of letting it all out, she falls to the ground and starts sobbing.

I was fucking falling in love with him. How fucking dare he. How dare he do this to me? He lied to me and he’s a pig. I’m so fucking stupid. Stupid, nice Jane thinking she can live out some stupid fairy tale without a price. I’m going to show that bastard. He’s not going to get the best of me. He’s got a serious wakeup call coming.

Jane sobs and sobs and eventually settles onto the floor, exhausted and curled up. All she can hear is the lapping of the waves coming in through the open windows of the room. They are lulling her back to calmness. Her new friend, John, is outside and sees her through the glass. He rushes in to see what’s wrong.

“Jane. Jane!” he says, kneeling down and urgently rocking her to see if she’s okay.

“Leave me alone,” she says.

“It’s me, John. What’s wrong?” he says, his hand on her shoulder.

She rolls onto her back and sees his kind and gentle face. He sees the tears dried up on her cheeks and her eyes swollen and dewy.

“My gosh, Jane,” he says with concern. “What’s happened?”

“I can’t talk about it. I just can’t. It’s too painful,” she says.

“Come on. I don’t care. What’s happened?” he says, showing his friendship. “Is it Brad?”

“Kind of. It’s more about what you said about him,” she explains. “That he gets upper class escorts. I’m not one of those women, I swear. I just… just… don’t know, though, if that’s what he wants me to be.”

She starts sobbing again and John holds her closer so she can cry on his shoulder.

“There, there, let it out. You’re going to be okay. I know you’re not one of those girls. I was kind of joking with you, and I didn’t mean to imply anything,” he says re-assuredly.

“But, oh God, John, I can’t even admit this to myself. There’s something embarrassing I have to tell you,” she says, afraid to go any further.

“What is it? I really won’t judge you, Jane. You need someone to talk to.”

“He… oh God… he asked me to come here for a week and he’s giving me a million dollars. I mean, stupid me, right? Of course he’s asking me to be an upper class escort.”

“Have you had sex with him?” John asks matter-of-factly.

“Heavens no, I’m still a virgin. Though, we seem to keep getting closer. I’m afraid I’m going to make the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Well, did he say you had to have sex with him?” pries John.

“That’s the weird thing. He keeps saying I don’t have to do anything I’m not comfortable with, but I feel I’m being tricked into it. Every time we’ve come closer, I’ve said no, and he stops immediately. He doesn’t pressure me,” she recounts. “It’s actually pretty nice. But I’m so confused!”

“Okay, Jane, I’m going to give you some insight, okay, and take it for what it’s worth. The kind of escorts I’ve seen Brad come with are pretty obvious about what they are hired for. They don’t usually stay for a week with him here. They come for overnight and then leave.

“Sometimes, his buddies surprise him with a ‘gift’ of one of them. Sometimes he gets us to arrange this for him, but it’s only for overnight. Even the other night, rumor has it, there was a woman that a friend of his hired in the restaurant, and he refused.

“Seriously. He refused her. That has never happened, so the fact that he hasn’t pressured you to have sex, the fact he is refusing an easy lay, and the fact he has you here for a week with no strings attached says something to me. I think he’s got bigger feelings for you.”

Jane listens to everything he says and takes it in. She is now able to see a brighter picture of Brad, and feels a bit flattered that she may be capturing his heart, and someone else sees it. She sits up.

“So John, what you’re telling me is that Brad is perhaps a pig, but that I may actually be capturing his heart like no one else has?” Jane says with bright eyes.

“Well, yes, I guess that is what I’m saying,” John responds, feeling a bit confused about whether he’s making the right impression.

Jane jumps up and looks at John. She starts laughing with joy. “Oh my God, is it possible a billionaire is falling in love with me?”

John is sort of stunned and not sure what to say, other than, “Go for it, sister. You’ve got nothing to lose, really.”

She hugs John. “Oh, thank you so much. I’m so glad I talked to you. Could you imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t?”

Chapter 41

At five p.m., Jane walks to the hotel lobby to meet Brad. She has the overcoat wrapped around her outfit, so she does not reveal too much. Brad sees her, and his breath is taken away

“Wow, you look beautiful! I can’t wait to see what’s underneath that coat,” he says, whispering into her ear and kissing her on the cheek.

Jane blushes and feels the tenderness of his lips.

“It’s amazing what happens to you when you get all dressed up, Jane. You look like a completely different person—more you. At least, what I’ve met of you,” he acknowledges.

Jane reaches over to his tie and does it up a little bit more. “Well, the same can be said of you, handsome. I love this silver tie on you. It’s stunning,” she says.

“Here, reach into my pocket and see what’s in there,” he says.

“Oh, that old trick?” Jane smiles.

“No, really, there’s something special in there for you,” he assures.

Jane reaches in lightly and feels a thin, dangly item. She pulls it out and it’s a gorgeous, silver, diamond and multi-gemstone necklace.

“It’s for you, to match your outfit,” he says, clasping it on for her. “It sparkles like your eyes,” he adds.

She looks up and stares into his eyes. She feels the genuine love coming from him and can’t believe she doubted his intentions.

“Brad, I have to tell you something. I feel a bit embarrassed about it,” she tries to explain.

Brad wonders what it is she would need to tell him. Is she embarrassed about playing with herself and screaming out his name, or that she uses the vibrator every day? He imagines all the naughty things she could tell him that would be their own little secrets.

“Well, I found out some things about you and it made me doubt being with you anymore. I was ready to run away tomorrow, tell you to keep your million dollars, and send me back home.”

“Oh, Jane, what did you hear?” Brad asks, thinking it was about the insane news that will be leaked tomorrow in the headlines. His anger starts building up in him again just thinking about it. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it is a lie.”

“Well, I heard that you frequently bring escorts here. I thought you were seeing me that way, and that I was a fool for believing in you,” Jane says, starting to tear up.

Brad is shocked she has found this out, and he doesn’t know what to say. Now he’s the one feeling embarrassed.

“Then, I found out you have never done this with anyone before, bringing someone here for a week with no demands, I mean. Luckily, I realized that this means I am someone special in your life,” she says.

Brad is relieved that she sees it this way. He really doesn’t ever want her to run away from here or think he’s just using her.

“You are, Jane. You really are, and the more I am getting to know you, the more my heart is yours. You are like no one I have ever met, even my first girlfriend who I was madly in love with.”

“Well, I’m still a bit uncomfortable with the fact you hire escorts. It makes me nervous that I won’t ever be able to satisfy you. You know, because I’m a virgin, and they have more experience.”

“Jane, please don’t worry yourself about that. What will happen between you and I will be something special, so meaningful, and not empty like those others. I know you have desires for me, Jane. I overheard you in your room yesterday.”

Jane widens her eyes, horrified that she could be heard at all, but especially by him.

“Oh my God, what did you hear?”

He puts his arm around her shoulders.

“Enough to know that you want to fuck me,” he whispers in her ear.

The way he says it makes her feel so natural and accepted. It shows he doesn’t think any less of her for having those feelings.

“Well, for the record, I want to fuck you, too,” he says gently and smiles, placing his hand on her ass and stroking it lightly.

Jane leans into him and lets herself be held without fear. She can hear the slight pulse of his heart and feels more connected to him than ever.

The driver of the limo pulls up and opens the door for them.

“Good evening, sir,” the driver says to Brad.

“Good evening, Sam,” Brad responds.

“And who is the fine lady with you this evening?” asks Sam.

“Fine she is. This is Jane Bryden,” Brad says proudly.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Bryden. Can’t say I’ve met anyone who’s been able to light up Mr. Halliwell’s life like this before,” Sam smiles.

“It’s true, Sam,” Brad says, pulling Jane in closer. “She’s a true gem.”

They get into the limo and start driving to the event. She checks that the privacy window is up before she speaks.

“Honestly Brad, I keep hearing mixed reviews about you. Are you that much of a curmudgeon when I’m not around?” Jane asks.

“Ha! Well, I suppose so. Guess I’ll have to have words with a few people for ratting me out,” Brad says jokingly.

Jane leans into Brad. “Please don’t do that. They did it out of concern for me. May I kiss you?” she asks him.

“You never need to ask,” Brad replies, pulling Jane closer to him.

She pushes her lips against his and kisses the top lip, then the bottom, and opens her mouth to kiss him deeply. A rush of tingles runs through her body. She feels she could be there all night, making out in the back of the car. Her body presses up against his, her tits press into him, and she straddles his leg.

“I love your hot pussy against me,” he says. “I want your smell on me all night long.”

They spend the rest of the ride making out in the back. When they arrive, Sam opens the door. Jane has made herself back up at this point, as if nothing has happened.

“Here were are, sir,” Sam says.

“Yes, I can see that. A little sooner than I would have liked,” Brad muttered to himself.

They step out of the limo toward a gorgeous, glass house. As they make their way over, Jane feels nervous, unsure if they will like her or if she will fit in. She grabs on to Brad’s hand for strength.

“What a beautiful home. I hope your friends will like me,” she says.

“I hope you will like my friends. That is my bigger concern,” Brad says with a smile, and kisses her cheek. “You’re just fine the way you are.”

Chapter 42

Brad and Jane walk into the place. Immediately, people come up and surround Brad with handshakes and hugs. Jane is on the side, not wanting to take up too much space or interfere. Brad notices she is shying away and reaches over to introduce her.

“Hey everyone, this is Jane Bryden. She is our special guest dancer tonight. You will not be disappointed,” he announces.

A few people welcome Jane, and the woman who owns the house helps Jane with her overcoat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jane. Brad has spoken so well of you. Thank you for joining us,” the woman speaks with very proper English. “My name is Mary,” she says, reaching out her hand. It is cold, fragile, and thin.

“Nice to meet you,” Jane says, feeling a bit awkward.

“Have you ever been to this island before?” asks Mary.

“No, it’s my first time out of the States,” Jane says innocently.

“Oh, really?” says Mary, a bit disgusted at the lack of culture Jane has just revealed.

“Yeah, I just didn’t have the money, I guess, and both my parents are pretty timid people. It was a big deal for me to move to New York,” says Jane openly.

“Hmm, well, make yourself comfortable, dear,” Mary says, clearly withdrawing from Jane.

Jane feels like she’s said something inappropriate. She goes up to Brad.

“Did I say something wrong?” she asks.

“Not at all, dear. Mary is just a bitch,” Brad responds honestly.

“Oh, okay,” Jane says, feeling comfortable with Brad. Her shoulders drop and she relaxes a bit. She at least has Brad on her side, and based on his status, it is very clear that he is a good person to have in your corner.

Waiters walk around serving hors d’oeuvres and wine. Jane refuses to eat or drink anything because she doesn’t want to be bloated for the dance portion of the evening.

She spends most of her time nodding, smiling, and pretending she’s getting along with everyone. She actually finds them all quite boring. She would much rather go to a room and lie down before they need her to perform. To get out of it, she asks Mary if she can use one of the rooms to freshen up before her performance. Mary fully understands Jane’s need and knows that all ladies need a little powder break every once in a while.

Mary leads her to a spare room and quickly leaves. Jane stands in the room feeling more at ease here than with the party of boring strangers. She looks in the mirror at herself and really likes what she sees—her body, her outfit, and most of all, the pink glow in her face. She recognizes it as the glow of a woman in love. She still doesn’t see what Brad sees, but she will accept it anyway.

Jane starts pirouetting and stretching until she hears a knock on the door. She assumes that it’s Brad so she says, “Come in.”

It’s not. It’s some guy from the party. He walks in boldly.

“Hey, there. We didn’t get a chance to meet. I’m Paul, Brad’s friend,” he says. “You’re Jane, right?”

Jane feels a bit nervous and afraid. She doesn’t know how to respond.

“Uh huh, I’m just practicing, warming up before my show.”

“Oh, right, you’re going to do a little dance for us, aren’t you?” he says. “I like gals in tutus.” He approaches Jane and starts touching her skirt.

Jane freezes. She has never had to deal with an advance from a man she didn’t like before.

“Brad will be coming up soon. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says meekly.

“Oh, Brad is a good friend. He shares whatever goods he has with me,” Paul says more directly.

“I’m not a good, Paul,” Jane says. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be leaving now,” she says, starting to walk out of the room.

He grabs her arm. “Where are you going? We were just getting friendly.”

“No, we weren’t. I don’t care if you’re Brad’s friend. You’re not mine,” she says, pulling her arm away.

“Well, Brad and I are tighter than you. He told me you were a virgin,” Paul says.

“What?” Jane looks over to him with anger in her eyes. “How dare you.” She has tears welling up and she runs downstairs.

Brad is there talking to his friends, and she goes up to him fiercely. “I have to talk to you outside, right now.”

Brad can tell she means business and excuses himself immediately. They go out on the patio.

“Who the fuck is Paul, and how the hell does he know I’m a virgin?” Jane says in a pissed off tone.

“Wow, Jane, I didn’t know you could swear. I like it,” Brad says, not taking her seriously.

Jane turns away from him and says “Oh, fuck off. I thought you actually cared,” she says aloud to him.

“I’m sorry, Jane. I really am. What happened?”

“Your so-called best friend, Paul, came into the room upstairs where I was. He started touching my skirt and making advances. I told him off, and he made claims that you and he are tighter than you and I could ever be, and said he knows I’m a virgin. Is this some sick game, Brad? To fuck a virgin?” Jane says loudly, not caring at all if anyone hears.

“Oh my God, Jane, no, you’ve got it all wrong. Paul knows I have a thing for virgins because of my longing for my first girlfriend, who I told you about. I’ve wanted to re-create that time in my life, and a woman who has been with other men just doesn’t cut it for me.

“I’ve been looking for the right woman, and you, well, you are perfect for me. Paul is a dick, and I know that. He’s just someone I’ve known for a very long time. I will address this with him, I swear. I’m just as pissed off that he’d try something as you,” Brad reassures, coming up behind her to comfort her. He takes his coat off and wraps it around her. “Here, don’t catch a cold.”

Jane can smell his cologne on it and turns around. She sobs and falls into his chest. “I’m so afraid I’m going to get hurt, Brad. I just don’t know who to trust.”

“Just trust me, Jane. You can feel my heart, can’t you?” Brad says.

Jane sniffles and nods. “Yes. Yes, I can.”

Chapter 43

They go back into the party and sit down to eat dinner. Jane sits next to Brad on his left and it feels good to be with him. She can see how everyone respects him and listens to what he has to say.

Brad puts his hand on Jane’s knee and squeezes it lightly, reassuring her. She feels calm in his presence and confident that everything will be okay.

Jane doesn’t understand half of the jokes people say, nor does she get what they are talking about when it comes to finances. It is all over her head. Finally, a woman named Margaret speaks to Jane.

“So, dear, how did you get into ballet?”

The whole table goes silent and looks over at her. Jane feels very self-conscious now.

Brad puts his arm around her to give her strength.

“Well, honestly, when I was a kid watching T.V.,” she says earnestly.

Everyone laughs. “Oh, that is so sweet,” one woman says pretentiously.

“It’s true. I watched those shows for years, studying their every move. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to ballet school, so I had to wait until I was older. A teacher noticed my interest and encouraged my parents to send me to classes,” Jane continues.

Jane’s boldness about being a poor girl surprises many people at the table. They don’t know how to react, turning their eyes down toward their meals and picking up their glasses for a drink. Jane has never experienced this kind of reaction before.

She looks over to Brad, a bit perplexed. Her expression asks him if she had said something wrong.

Brad speaks up.

“I admire self-made people. I was of the lucky few who were born with money, and I didn’t have to work half as hard as someone like Jane. You’re a strong woman!” he says, raising his glass to toast her.

They all raise their glasses in sync with Brad. Jane takes a breath in and smiles, feeling the warmth of his acknowledgment.

“To Jane!” he says.

“To Jane!” they repeat.

They finally finish up dinner and dessert. Wendy brings out coffee and tea for everyone, and they all move to the living room.

“Now it’s time for Jane’s performance,” announces Brad.

Jane instantly gets butterflies in her stomach. She feels a bit numb, and now, has doubts she will be able to perform. But she knows she has no other choice at this point.

They dim the lights and bring everyone together in a semi-circle. Jane leaves the room and waits for Brad to turn on the music. She fixes her hair and fidgets with her dress.

A modern, pop ballet song comes on, one that her ballet instructor introduced them to at the beginning of the year. Jane is amazed that Brad knows all of these details.

She takes a deep breath in and out and gets into position. She races into the center of the room and stops. The crowd feels her intensity. She then rushes forward and back, showing emotions of desperation and passion. She twirls and stops, adding in wild and funky movements most people have never seen before.

The crowd is thrilled and amazed at Jane’s abilities. They hold their breath, clap, ooh and ah, and are truly impressed by her skills.

The music stops and Jane flops to the floor, crumpled into a tiny ball. Everyone stands up and cheers. Brad goes over to help Jane up.

“Oh my gosh, young lady, you are the next big thing!” says one man.

“We must get your autograph before you become famous,” says another.

“You have to be the best ballerina I’ve ever seen,” says an older woman.

Jane is so pleased and stunned that people there really like her.

Brad puts his arm around her waist with pride. “I told her you would love her. I fell for her the first time I saw her dance,” he says, kissing her on the cheek. “You were absolutely marvelous, darling,” he says.

Brad wraps her overcoat around her and they walk out to the patio to spend time alone. The cool breeze of the sea and the night air sweep through her hair. Jane feels on top of the world. All her hard work, quiet suffering, and difficulty culminated into this one performance, and it proves she was right to listen to her heart. She absolutely glows with possibilities for her future.

“Jane, you have no idea what you just did tonight. You will become a world famous ballerina. I can promise you that!” Brad says, beaming with excitement.

“I don’t even know what to say, Brad. I can’t thank you enough, and yet, I’m still in shock. What am I supposed to do?” she says.

“Just keep being you. Life will take care of the rest. I’m right here and I will support you,” he says.

Life could not get any sweeter than it is right now. Brad holds Jane close to his chest and she can hear his heart thudding. It makes her feel like everything will be just fine.

Paul comes through the sliding door, drunk.

“So, you got yourself a virgin, eh, Brad? Can I have her first?” he says crassly.

Brad turns to look at him, holding Jane’s hand.

“Shut the hell up, Paul. Don’t you dare treat Jane like that ever again. I can’t believe you hit on her. You and I are no longer friends.”

“What? Because of a chick? Come on, man, you’ve lost it.”

“No, because I don’t hang out with assholes like you. Leave, now. I don’t want to see you again.”

Jane is so touched that Brad would stand up for her like this. She can’t believe he’d do this to his friend for her.

She leans into him more and looks up to him. “Thank you, Brad. You are a true gentleman.” She kisses him on the mouth.

“You are worth it, Jane.” he says, kissing her back.

Chapter 44

At the end of the night, Brad and Jane go back to the hotel in the limo. Jane feels quite exhausted from the adrenaline of the night. She leans into Brad and falls asleep on his chest. It feels like home.

He looks down at her. Her cute nose, the dimple on her cheek, the sprinkling of freckles on her face, she is so delicate and sensitive, and he just loves how adorable she is. He strokes her hair lightly and rubs her arms. She snuggles in closer.

“Jane? Jane?” he says, whispering softly.

“Mmm,” she moans, half-awake, snuggling in further.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Brad says, barely loud enough for her to hear.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she replies and starts snoring softly.

When they arrive, the driver opens the door. Jane wakes up and wipes her eyes. “Where are we?”

“Back at the hotel, darling,” Brad says.

“Oh,” Jane replies, not catching the endearing reference.

“Come, Jane, I want to invite you to my room. I have a surprise for you,” Brad says.

“Well, that’s a bit presumptuous,” Jane replies, leaning into him.

“I fully respect your wishes and desires, Jane, you know that,” Brad reassures her. “This is something extra special.”

“You always have something up your sleeve! Where do you find the time, really?” she says. “I love it, though,” she adds.

“Well, is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she affirms.

They walk up to Brad’s room, his coat covering her shoulders. Jane starts feeling a bit nervous because this might be the night she loses her virginity. She’s not sure if she’s ready, but she feels attracted to him and wants to express her love for him.

Brad jiggles the door open, and they are met with the scent of roses. It fills the room and is absolutely beautiful.

Jane walks in first. She sees red rose petals all over the room, and a trail of white ones guiding her into the bathroom. A hot bath is drawn with rose petals and bubble bath suds.

“Oh my gosh. Brad, whatever have you done?”

“There are 2,222 rose petals in here for you and me. It’s all about the two of us, my dear,” Brad says, snuggling up behind her.

He takes his coat off of her, revealing her sexy corset and tutu.

“My God, Jane, that outfit turns me on like crazy,” Brad says, passionately kissing her neck up and down and grabbing her belly from behind.

He kisses her faster and longer, sucking her neck and pulling her closer. He gets aroused, and she feels his cock pulsing behind her. He grabs her tits and starts rubbing them.

Jane closes her eyes and throws her head back. His touches and kisses are driving her crazy. She wants him to bend her over and fuck her right there while she watches him in the mirror.

Her desire for him is so strong, and she knows she could ruin a special moment between them with her lust.

“Oh, I want you so badly, Jane,” Brad says, pulling her closer. He reaches behind her to undo the ribbons on her corset.

“Brad, I want you so badly, too. I just, you know… I don’t want to make this just something raw and quick. Can we please slow down? I do want you, please know that.”

Jane feels disappointed in herself for stopping this. Her body wants to say yes, yet her heart wants this moment to be filled with love.

“Of course, sweetheart, I understand,” he says, grabbing her hands and holding them tight. “You know I want you for more than just your body, right?”

Jane nods and turns to him. “Yes, I do know that, Brad. I really do. You’ve made me feel nothing but special.”

“I’m going to leave you alone in here to undress and get into the tub. May I join you after? I promise, I won’t peek,” says Brad.

“Okay, yes. I’d love it if you joined me,” replies Jane.

He leaves the room for a while to let her undress.

Jane looks in the mirror at herself in her tutu and corset, with the rose petals all around her. She feels so beautiful, attractive and desired. She knows that tonight will probably be the night, and she’s partly nervous, but she feels so safe with Brad.

She undoes her corset and tutu, and slips into the hot tub. The smell of roses and vanilla waft through the air. The suds cover her naked body.

Brad knocks on the door.

“Can I come in now?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Just to make you feel better, I’m wearing a blindfold so I don’t see anything you don’t want me to,” he says, partly laughing to make it a game.

Brad is wearing his boxers, and Jane can see through them a bit. She sees how big he really is.

“Well, don’t bump into the step!” Jane laughs. “Oh my God, you’re so silly!”

She reaches out her hand to grab his and guides him slowly into the tub.

“Forgive me now if I do anything inappropriate,” he says.

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” she laughs. “You can take off the blindfold now. I’m fully covered.”

He does, and he looks over at her. It’s as if her face is glowing.

“Oh my gosh, Jane. You are just so beautiful. Whatever have I done to deserve having you here with me?”

“You took a risk, is what you did,” Jane smiles. She reaches out for his hand again.

“Brad, I want to be with you tonight. I’m ready.”

Brad kisses her hand. “Jane, it would be my honor and my pleasure to be your first. I’m all yours.”

Chapter 45

Jane moves over to Brad and starts kissing him. It feels so good that she really does want him and that he doesn’t have to keep chasing her or pressuring her. He feels loved and wanted.

She nibbles his lips, touches her nose against his, and wraps her arms around his neck. He reaches behind her, grabs her back, and traces his fingers up her spine. He places his hand flat against the bottom of her spine, rubs her, and reaches down to her ass.

“I have no idea what I’m doing, Brad,” she says.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re in safe hands. I will treat you right, and everything will be just fine,” he reassures. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Really good. I like your hand there.” She smiles.

“Good. I like it there, too,” he says.

His cock starts getting harder. “And he likes it there, too,” Brad jokes.

Jane can feel his hard, thick cock pulsing up against her outer thigh. She’s straddling Brad’s leg. He pushes her lower back forward and back, rubbing her pussy against him.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

“Mmmm hmmm,” she says. “That feels really good.”

He lifts his leg a little higher so her tits come out of the water. He bends over a bit and sucks on the left nipple. It takes Jane’s breath away.

“Oh God, Brad, that feels amazing.”

He nibbles and bites on her nipple and makes it tight. Tingles go right down her body, her belly tightens, and she feels so turned on.

He rubs her faster against his leg, her pussy becoming juicier and tighter. Her whole body tightens, dying to feel his cock inside her.

He rubs her other tit with his hand and squeezes her nipple between his fingers. Jane throws her head back in ecstasy. She has never felt like this before, and she never wants it to end.

“Here, can I show you something?” Brad asks. “I’ll show you what makes me feel good.”

“Oh, I want to make you feel this good, too,” Jane says.

“You’re such a good girl,” Brad moans.

He takes her hand and places it on his cock. He wraps his hand around it to show her how he likes it, stroking it up and down with the right pressure. Jane feels him getting harder and more aroused.

“Oh, I love your pretty hand, sweetheart,” he says. “You know exactly how to turn me on.”

Jane is surprised and glad she’s made him feel this good. She was always nervous that a man would think she was boring and lame.

He takes his hand off and she keeps going. Brad lays back in the bath, soaking in the pleasure. He’s still holding her ass, squeezing it more and more the deeper the pleasure he feels.

“Fuck, Jane, you are so hot. Keep giving it to me, princess,” Brad groans.

Jane strokes him faster and harder.

Brad reaches down to her pussy, gently places his two fingers inside, and pushes in and out slowly. Jane screams with pleasure.

“Oh, Brad, I fucking love you. Your… fingers… oh my God… they feel sooooo...” She bites his neck trying to contain herself.

Brad looks into her eyes. “Jane, I love you so much. I really want you to get on top of me right now. I want to give you the best night of your life.”

“I want you, too.

He grabs her hips and lifts her up onto his cock, positioning her opening on the edge of it.

“Now baby, don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. We’ll take this as slow as you need, okay?” Brad reassures.

“Okay. I trust you, Brad.”

“Good.”

He feels her pussy tighten over his cock, and he knows she wants him. He pushes her hips down a little bit more, and he can feel he’s inside of her a bit.

“Mmmm… that’s a bit tight, but I like it,” she smiles.

“Just relax, my dear. You’re doing great.”

He sucks on her tits, and it opens her up even more. She immediately slides down onto his cock. They stay there and look into each other’s eyes.

“Oh my God, Brad, you feel amazing inside of me. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Me, too, Jane. You are so delicate on top of me.”

He slightly moves her hips in circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.

Jane moans and puts her head back. Electricity shoots through her body.

“Give me more, Brad, I want more of you.”

He rubs her faster around his cock and lifts her hips up and down, getting her all excited. She has no idea what’s happening to her body. She feels out of control.

He licks her nipples and sucks them for so long, and she keeps getting more and more excited.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. What is happening? I’m losing my mind,” she says out loud.

“You’re such a fucking hot, gorgeous babe, Jane. I love how you fuck me.”

Suds are splashing everywhere, and Jane’s body goes wild.

“Give it to me, Jane. Let go. Come all over my cock, you bad, naughty girl.”

Just as he said that, Jane lets go and experiences an orgasm throughout her whole body—her tits shaking, her body gyrating, and her pussy tightening more and more.

“That’s a girl, keep it coming. You turn me on so much, you skanky girl,” Brad says, smacking her ass lightly and then rubbing it.

Brad’s cock gets thicker and thicker. He moves Jane faster and faster up and down. He explodes inside of her, and Jane can feel his come dripping through her.

“Uhhhhhhhhh… you are killing me, Jane. I love it. You are the hottest woman I’ve ever met. Keep fucking me. Oh, God, yeah...” Brad moans.

Jane moves his hands from her hips and takes over, bouncing up and down on him and giving him exactly what he wants. She has lost all inhibitions and wants his come to keep squirting inside her.

She gets excited again and rubs her clit all around him, getting herself horny and feeling another orgasm coming.

“I could fuck you forever, Brad Halliwell. I want your cock so badly.”

Brad loves how she takes control of him and satisfies herself. She is a wild tiger in hiding.

“I knew you had such a naughty girl inside of you, Jane. I adore it,” Brad says, encouraging her to come again.

He pulls her off his cock and has her lay back on the other side of the bath.

“Here, take it easy. Let me do all the work now,” he says.

He reaches down, sticks three fingers inside her, and pushes in and out quickly.

“You’re such a naughty, slutty, princess, Ms. Bryden. I’ve got to make sure I keep you satisfied so some other man doesn’t take you from me.”

Brad uses his other hand to rub her clit, and pulses the one inside her back and forth. Her thighs widen, and she feels so at ease, taking him in and letting him take control of her body.

She leans back while her pussy tightens and opens, tightens and opens, and then releases her juices all over his fingers. She scratches his back with her fingernails and screams out loud while she orgasms.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”

“God, you’re so wild, Jane. I love it.”

She releases, he pulls his fingers out of her, and they lay beside each other in the bath. She puts her head on his chest, and he strokes her hair.

“You are so wonderful, Jane,” he says, kissing her forehead.

“You’re amazing, Brad,” she says, looking up to him. “Thank you for the best night ever.”

Chapter 46

The next morning, Jane wakes up in Brad’s room, but Brad is not there.

“That’s weird, where did he go?”

She imagined her first time would have them snuggling the whole next day, unable to take their hands off each other. Instead, he has abandoned her.

“Oh God, this feels terrible,” Jane moans and rolls over.

Her mind starts racing with other possibilities, wondering if maybe he’s gone out to get her flowers or buy her breakfast. Her heart feels hopeful that he is surprising her with something special.

She sleeps in for a little bit longer, waiting for him to return, but he doesn’t.

She rolls out of bed and notices a note on the bedside table. Beside it is a finger vibrator. The note says, ‘Thank you for last night, precious. Here’s something for when you think of me…’

What does that mean? Is he ditching her? Is he really just a player? Where has he gone? Is she just some sex toy?

Jane gets mad and throws the vibrator across the room.

“Fuck you!”

She starts crying on the bed, feeling used and betrayed. She punches the bed and pillows. “You goddamn fucking bastard! I knew it! You only fucking wanted me for sex!”

She gets out of bed and grabs her stuff, ready to go over to her room and check out.

She notices a table with breakfast set up on it with roses, freshly squeezed juice, and covered plates to keep the food warm. She notices a newspaper partly opened on the table.

The headlines say, ‘Billionaire Brad Halliwell Wanted for Failing to Pay Child Support. Authorities Vow to Make the Arrest When He Returns to the States.’

What the hell is this? Jane is shocked. Is this why he brought her here? Is this why he left? Is she now stuck on this island? Will she be implicated?

She is panic stricken and doesn’t know what to do or where to turn. She feels anger, shame, shock, and grief all at once. She is paralyzed. Where can she turn?

She runs out the door and goes to her room. She quickly gets dressed, packs up her things, and goes down to the front desk.

She sees John there.

“John!” Jane says panting. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not. I have to get off this island. Can you help me?” Jane asks desperately.

“Yes, of course, but why? Where’s Brad?”

“He’s an outlaw? He is wanted in the States! He’ll be arrested when he returns there,” Jane tries to explain quickly. “He doesn’t know I’m leaving. I’m terrified that I’m trapped here.”

“Okay, settle down, Jane. It’s okay. Relax. I’ll take care of it.”

John takes her to the back and promises not to tell Brad she is there. He makes arrangements for a private jet to come and get Jane to take her back to the States. Jane is beside herself, crying and so afraid.

“What the hell have I done?” Jane cries. “I can’t believe I slept with him, John. I gave him my virginity. To a criminal!”

“Don’t blame yourself, dear. You wouldn’t have known. I’m shocked about this, quite honestly. Are you sure it wasn’t some tabloid?”

“No, it was the New York Star.”

“Oh…” John says, disappointed.

The driver comes to get Jane to take her to the airport.

“Where’s Mr. Halliwell?” asks Sam calmly.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” says Jane. “Just get me out of here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “He hurt you that badly?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Sam,” she says, trying to hold back her tears. She puts her sunglasses on.

“I understand.”

They get to the airport and Jane boards the plane to head back home. She looks at the island through the window, and it all seems to be lost hopes and broken dreams. She reflects on all the things Brad said and now sees he was playing her the whole time. She doubts herself and wonders if she will ever be able to trust a man again.

The plane lands in New York three hours later, and a cab takes her back to her place. She goes into the apartment and finds an eviction notice on her door. She pulls it off and tears it up.

“Oh, damn it. I don’t have time for this,” Jane says, flopping on her bed. She sees her answering machine light flashing. The mail has piled up. Life just feels so heavy right now.

“I hate you, New York!” she screams out loud. “You have taken every fucking dream of mine, twisted it, shattered it, and taken away my dignity! I want nothing to do with you!”

Jane sobs in her pillow until she falls asleep. She wakes up at about nine p.m. and rolls out of bed. She reaches for the phone to call her mom.

“Mom, I’ve had it. I’m done with New York. I’m coming home.”

“What? Why? I thought everything was fine there.”

“No, it’s not, Mom. I’m lonely, I hate this city, and my dreams are getting crushed. I’m done with ballet.”

“Oh dear, sweetie. Maybe you just need a break away from things. You know you can come home anytime.”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Well, I have to save up some money for your plane ticket. Can you give me two weeks?” says her mom earnestly.

“Yes, of course. Thanks, Mom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you, sweetie. Don’t you worry. We’ll take care of you.”

Jane starts sobbing and feeling guilty she lied to her mom. She didn’t tell her that she’d been away for a week, or that she slept with a strange man who is now a wanted criminal.

“Oh Jane, you know what’s crazy. I saw in the New York Star about that billionaire, Brad Halliwell, that everyone keeps talking about.”

“Oh, really? I haven’t been following.”

“Well, that bastard hasn’t been paying child support to a woman he slept with years ago. What a jerk! These people with money, I tell you,” she says.

“Yeah, that’s awful, Mom. Where do they get off?” Jane replies, feeling a pit of shame in her stomach. “Mom, I have to go. I’m not feeling too well. Thanks for everything.”

“Yes, dear. Take care of yourself. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jane hangs up. She rolls over, hugs her teddy bear, and falls back asleep.

Chapter 47

Brad wakes up in the morning and sees Jane laying there. Her hair is light and wispy, laying on the satin pillow so beautifully. He strokes the strands, and she whimpers a bit.

He kisses her shoulder and caresses her arm gently. He looks at her with infatuation.

Whispering in her ear, he says, “You are the most precious young woman, Jane. I adore you.”

She doesn’t hear him and even rolls over to get comfortable again.

There is a knock at the door. Brad goes over to open it and finds that it’s room service. Right, he forgot he ordered it the day before as part of this whole experience. He was going to suggest they lay in bed all day and just make love, eat in, and do nothing else.

“Where would you like me to put it, sir,” asks the waiter.

“Right over there, please. Thank you,” he says.

The waiter leaves after Brad gives him a tip.

Brad goes back to the table to make sure everything is in order. He notices the New York Star on the table and sees the headlines.

“Oh, fuck!” says Brad. “What the hell?”

Brad doesn’t want to upset Jane, so he gets dressed quietly and leaves the room to go call his lawyer downstairs from the private meeting room. He pulls out the gift he was going to give to Jane tomorrow while he is off doing business, the finger vibrator. He writes a note to her, just in case she wakes up, hoping that she will not.

This is not what he wanted for today, and he is horrified he has to leave Jane behind. He hopes he can make a quick call and come straight back upstairs.

Brad panics. Even though he knew this could be a consequence, he didn’t realize how much he would be affected. His heart races with anger and fear.

He lets the front desk know not to disturb him in the private meeting room. They have heard the news and they see the panic in his eyes.

“Would you like us to bring you a coffee and a muffin, sir?”

“No, I hope it won’t be long.”

An hour passes by and Brad is on and off the phone with various people, including the media. He’s trying to explain himself and get his side of the story out to the world.

After Brad hangs up and leaves the room, he bumps into John.

“Good morning, John,” Brad says.

“Good morning, sir,” John says, but with disdain in his voice.

Brad has not heard that side of John before. He asks what is going on with him and if there was something he has said or done to upset him.

“Sir, with all due respect, I have to say I don’t like how you treated Jane. She is a fine young lady with a trusting heart,” John says.

“I don’t know what you mean, John, but I agree she is a fine woman. She is the first woman who has trusted me so openly.”

Brad walks up to his room, shaking his head, wishing people would just stay out of his personal life. He opens the door and walks in.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he says to Jane. He is ready to go over to the bed and kiss her from her head to her toes and send shivers up her spine, then make love to her slowly and gently.

As he moves into the room, he notices the note card crumpled on the bed, the vibrator tossed on the floor, and the pillows in shambles. There is no Jane.

“Oh my God, where is she? Where did she go?” Brad is in tears. He starts to leave the room and passes by the breakfast table. He notices the newspaper has been opened up.

“Oh God, she saw the headline!”

Brad is horrified. He falls to the floor and starts sobbing.

“I didn’t do it, Jane. It’s not my child. I swear to you!” He cries on the floor, afraid he will never see Jane again.

He gets up to go knock on her door. No answer. He goes down to the front desk and asks if they have seen her.

John comes up to him. “Jane has her dignity, Mr. Halliwell. She left about an hour ago. I called her a private jet and put it on your tab. Fire me if you want, but it was the least I could do for her. She heard the news about you, and is really shaken up about it. Quite frankly, all of us are,” John says courageously.

“I understand, John. Thank you for taking care of her. Honestly, this is not my child they are talking about. I’ve never met this woman, and even if I have, I had no idea she was pregnant. She’s just using this to defame me for some reason.”

“Well, we don’t know who to trust, Mr. Halliwell, though we know you have treated us well. I hope what you are saying is true.”

“It is, John. It is,” Brad says, trying to redeem himself.

Brad calls the driver, Sam, to find out if her flight has left.

“Yes, sir, about 10 minutes ago.”

“Damn it.” Brad hangs up the phone. He’s beside himself. He can’t go to the States to reach her and explain things. This is a nightmare.

Brad goes to the beach and tries to settle down. He orders two piña coladas and sucks them back.

“All I can do at this point is wait,” he sighs, falling back on the lawn chair and catching the sun.

He’s so depressed that he can’t be close to Jane and comfort her right now. All he wanted to do was make her feel special and desired today.

He had plans to sleep in, feed her strawberries, roll over onto her, kiss her tits and her belly button, lick her inside and out, and get her all juicy. He wanted them to spend the day in the room, naked, aroused, and making love. Not this.

She must be absolutely devastated right now and that tears him up inside. Worse, he can’t go and make it right. This has to be the worst day of his life.

Chapter 48

Jane has slept in her bed for two days, not opening the blinds, not taking a shower, and not answering the phone. She has hardly eaten anything.

There is a knock at the door.

“Jane? Jane. Are you there? It’s me, Martha. I’m worried about you. I know you’ve been home for the last couple of days. Brad called me.”

“Go away, Martha. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want you to see me this way.”

“I’m not leaving, Jane. Let’s talk, please dear. I will only listen. No judgement. I brought you some cupcakes, your favorite kind, chocolate peanut butter. Come on, sweetie,” Martha encourages.

Jane slowly walks over to the door and unlatches the lock.

“Oh, Jane! Dear, you look... oh gosh…” Martha is shocked at how disheveled Jane looks. “Come here, sweetie,” she says, reaching out to hug her.

Jane falls into Martha’s arms and starts sobbing.

“He lied to me, Martha, he lied to me. I hate myself. I should have known better.”

Jane sobs and sobs.

“There, there, sweetie. Let it all out. It’s okay. Just keep it coming,” Martha assures her.

“I hate men, Martha. They are all liars, and they just use you for one thing,” Jane says, jumping to a ton of conclusions from her pain.

“Now, Jane, there, there,” she holds her. When Jane stops sobbing so much, Martha grabs her face and looks her straight in the eyes.

“Okay, Jane, I have to tell you something. You have to listen to me, okay. You may not believe what I have to say, but I have to tell you this.”

Jane nods.

“Dear, I’ve had my heart broken three times in my life. I vowed I’d never let it happen again. I hated men, and saw them as nothing but dirty, cheating bastards. I wanted nothing to do with them, and you know what? I stopped talking to them.

“Until I found out I was wrong about one of them. I turned my back and wouldn’t even listen to anyone who told me differently about him. I was stubborn and set in my ways, and it turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life, you hear me?” Martha explains.

Jane nods.

“Well, I’m going to tell you, Brad is not an asshole. I don’t know what he did to you. I don’t know what happened. All I know is, you are here. He is still there. There is a newspaper headline saying they want to arrest him, and he’s stuck on the island.

“He’s called me five times in the last two days, desperate to get through to you. He wants me to assure you that he is innocent. He is absolutely frantic and wants you to believe him. He also said, and I don’t know what this means, but he had beautiful plans for the two of you that morning. He only thought he was going to be out of the room for 10 minutes. He is so sorry, and he never wanted it to be this way.”

“Oh Martha, I desperately want to believe you. I keep getting mixed messages from people. This is terrible on my nerves. I fall in love with him, but then I hear awful things about him.

“What if he isn’t innocent? What if he really does treat women this way? I’d be a fool to get involved with this man at this point.”

“Jane, I’ve met a ton of people in my life. I can smell a jackass from a mile away. I’m sure Brad isn’t innocent in some things. He’s a very powerful man, after all, but when it comes to you, I’d put my money on the fact he is as sincere as a newly born lamb.”

Jane sniffles, lifts her head, and dries her tears.

“I’m just so naïve, Martha. I really am. I have to tell you a secret, and you need to promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

“Yes, of course, dear, what is it?”

“I lost my virginity with him,” Jane says, terrified that Martha will judge her.

“Oh, Jane, that’s wonderful. Was it enjoyable for you? I hope he treated you like a lady.”

“Oh, he did, Martha. He was so respectful and patient with me, and it was the most memorable experience of my life. He has no idea how it made me feel, but then to have this taint it all, is so… painful.”

Jane starts tearing up again.

Martha puts her arm around Jane and rubs her back.

“Oh, Jane, don’t let this misunderstanding harden your heart. Please,” she reassures. “I know he cares about you. I just know it.”

“But he’s hired escorts before, Martha. People have told me this, and he even admits to it. Can I really trust him?”

“Dear, a lot of men have hired escorts. My sense is that he has been waiting for that special someone in his life. His heart is tender, and he won’t let just anyone in.”

Jane feels relieved that she can talk to Martha this way. She was holding it all in and had no one to talk to about all of this.

“Oh, Martha, you’re making me feel better. Thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come over.

Can I make you some tea?” Martha offers.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” replies Jane.

“Let’s get you back on your feet, dear. Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

In a matter of half an hour, Martha makes her way around the apartment and tidies everything up.

“Come back to class, Jane, okay? We all miss you there.”

“Well, I’m not sure everyone misses me there, Martha, but I know it would be good for me to go back. Thanks again.”

Martha eventually leaves the apartment, and Jane goes to freshen up. She takes a walk outside, and life feels sunnier again.

Chapter 49

The next day, Jane arrives at the dance class. She looks refreshed, put together, and she is on time. She likes the feeling of things being back to normal. It’s as if she hadn’t left.

“It’s good to see you back, Jane,” proclaims Martha. “Let’s get you in line.”

“Yes, ma’am, it’s good to be back,” says Jane.

Jane isn’t sure how much the other girls know. Do they know she went away with Brad Halliwell? That she performed for an elite crowd? That Brad is wanted for a crime? That Jane is heartbroken? She feels like everyone can see through her, and it all seems very humiliating. Did Martha keep her word?

“Now, Jane, since you’ve been away, we learned this new step. Watch the other girls as they do it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jane obeys.

When they finish their class, Martha brings the class together. This is unusual for her, as they usually just keep to themselves.

“I have an announcement to make. Jane, can you come to the front, please?” Martha commands.

Jane feels embarrassed and nervous. She knew she shouldn’t have told Martha anything. Oh God, what is she going to say or do? Jane looks at Martha with wide eyes, as if to say, Whatever are you doing?

Martha just nods back a reassuring glance, as if to say everything will be okay.

Jane gets up in front of everyone.

“Now, ladies, we do this for anyone who has news like this, so don’t think I’m giving Jane special treatment, okay? I want to announce that this morning I received an email saying Jane is invited to be the premiere ballerina at a notable gala event in Iceland,” Martha announces.

Everyone gasps, and a few of the girls roll their eyes in disgust.

“Let’s applaud Jane for all her hard work. She has impressed a few very important people.”

Everyone claps, and some of the girls go up to Jane to hug her. Jane is stunned herself and has no idea how to respond.

“Oh my gosh, Jane, we had no idea! Is that why you were away for a week?” some of the girls asked.

“Yeah, it’s all happened pretty fast,” says Jane, looking over at Martha. “I’m not sure what to think, really.”

“Have you ever been to Iceland?”

“How did you meet these people?”

“Can we come to see you dance?”

Questions were coming at her from left and right. Jane liked the attention, and it seemed to ease the sting of what had happened in the last few days. She is a bit concerned, though, that there is some kind of string attached.

“So, Jane will be leaving on Friday for Iceland,” Martha furthers.

Jane is stunned again. Her Mom is busy making arrangements as they speak to bring Jane back to Utah in less than two weeks.

“How long will I be there for, ma’am?” Jane asks, not wanting to reveal why she is concerned. She’s yet to tell Martha she was planning on giving up all together.

“They want you there for a week, Jane. I am sure you can arrange that!” she says.

Jane gets flustered and runs to the change room. Does she have to pay for her ticket? She can’t afford it. What if she wanted to say no?

Valerie follows Jane in.

“So, whose cock did you have to suck to get this gig?”

Jane felt ashamed because Valerie was right this time. It’s quite possible Jane is being invited because Brad pulled a few strings and wants to see her.

Jane turned and walked away from her.

“I’m sorry, Jane. I shouldn’t have said that. Really, I’m proud of you. That’s pretty phenomenal, and you should be proud of yourself,” concedes Valerie.

Jane can’t believe what she’s hearing. Valerie has never apologized to her before. What has shifted?

“Martha spoke to me, Jane. She said I was being too hard on you, and I should ease up. I can see her point. I’m so sorry I hurt your feelings.”

“That’s okay, Valerie. I get that you have more life experience than I do. I’m a bit wet behind the ears.”

“Well, break a leg in Iceland, okay? Don’t forget about us when you hit the big time,” Valerie says, doing an air punch on Jane’s arm.

“Oh, I’ll never be able to forget about you guys! That’s for sure,” Jane says.

“By the way, where were you last week? You just seemed to up and vanish.”

“Oh yeah, it was a family emergency. I had to head home,” she said.

“Oh, okay. I hope everything’s okay.”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jane says. She is uneasy about all the lies she’s been having to tell lately, just to save face.

Valerie leaves the change room, and Martha walks in.

“Are you okay, Jane?” she asks.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know. What do you think? Should I go?” she asks.

“Well, Jane, as far as I’m concerned, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It could chart the rest of your career,” Martha encourages.

“I guess so.”

“I thought you’d be more excited about this. I’m so thrilled for you.”

“Well, it’s just, you know, I don’t know how much of this is my ability and how much is because Brad feels sorry for me and wants me back. It just seems a bit icky, if you know what I mean.”

“I can see your point, Jane, but if you need to know, it was the President of Iceland who personally contacted me to request your presence. I really think it’s about your talent,” Martha explains.

“Really? The President?” Jane is surprised.

“Yup, the President. Jane, I think you’re made for big things, and you’ve yet to catch up with yourself. If you don’t go, you’ll kick yourself.”

“You’re right, Martha. I have to go. Friday you said?”

“Yes, Friday.”

Chapter 50

The next day, Jane wakes up and showers. She feels excited about the change of events. The only challenge she has now is paying her rent. She is too ashamed to speak to anyone about it. She’s not sure what to do.

Her Mom calls.

“Hi, dear, how are you doing?”

“Not bad. Much better than on Sunday. I’ve been asked to go to Iceland to dance, Mom. Really! The President asked and everything!” Jane explains.

Jane’s mom asks her tons of questions, including how she ever got hooked up with such an elite crowd. Jane partly lies, saying someone noticed her at the last event and wanted to know more about her.

“Well, I bought your plane ticket, darling. I can’t wait to see you. You know, honestly, I’m glad you’re coming home. I get so worried about you being in the big city.”

“Well, is there any way to postpone the ticket, Mom? Now that this opportunity has come my way, I am not sure what’s going to happen. I suppose I shouldn’t give up quite yet, eh?”

“I guess not, dear. Okay, I’ll see if I can cancel it.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

They continue their conversation, but Jane doesn’t mention anything about the money. She figures she will have to sort something out in another way. She doesn’t want her mother to worry.

There is a knock at the door again.

“Mom, I have to go. Someone’s here. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yes, of course, dear.”

Jane goes to answer the door. It’s someone with a large bouquet of red and white roses.

“Are you Ms. Jane Bryden?”

“Yes.”

“These are from Brad Halliwell. Can you sign here?” the delivery driver asks.

Jane brings the flowers in and smells them. They’re just like the ones from the night they were together.

There is an envelope with a note. She opens it.

‘Dearest Jane, Thank you for being such a wonderful woman. I miss you. If you don’t mind, I will be in Iceland, and as I promised, I have put $1 million in your account. Thank you for spending the week with me. Love, Brad.’

Jane nearly faints. She can’t believe Brad did this. She was not expecting it, especially because she cut the visit short. She cries with tears of joy and relief.

She lays on her bed in disbelief. She can stay in New York, as a ballerina.

And in love with Brad.

She can’t believe how everything has just turned around in such a short period of time. She now feels guilty for ever doubting Brad, and that she hadn’t trusted the feelings of love she had for him.

He’s been nothing but consistent with her, and all she’s done is keep running away from him. She wishes she could get in touch with him somehow.

She picks up the phone to call the hotel where they stayed.

“Is Brad Halliwell still there?” she asks the front desk.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t give out private information,” says the clerk.

“Of course. Can I speak with John… umm… oh I can’t remember his last name. The guy who does the books there.”

“Oh, yes. May I let him know who is calling?”

“Yes, it’s Jane, Brad’s guest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She waits for a moment until John comes on the line.

“Jane? Oh my gosh? Are you okay?” asks John urgently.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you! More than fine,” Jane replies.

Jane goes on to explain her side of things and everything that has happened.

“Oh, good, Jane. I’m relieved, but Brad isn’t here. He left yesterday, and no one knows where to. I think all the media buzz has been getting to him.”

“Okay, thanks, John. It’s been really great getting to know you.”

“Likewise, my dear. Take good care of yourself, okay? I hope I get to see you again soon.”

“Me too, John. Bye for now.”

Jane hangs up and feels disheartened. She sees no option but to be patient until Friday. She can hardly wait. She feels so grateful that Brad hasn’t given up on her. He must be suffering by himself. She wishes she could hold him, cuddle up to him, and make him feel loved right now. She can only imagine how it must feel going through all this, the whole world misjudging him and making him out to be a bad guy.

To preoccupy herself, she decides to go shopping. She wants to find a number that Brad will love, and with the money he gave her, that is more than possible. She walks down Fifth Avenue in jeans and a t-shirt, loving that no one knows she is a now millionaire.

She walks into a store with fancy dresses and realizes this is not her at all. She hates heels, and she knows she will stain the expensive fabric. She goes to another store, more casual, but with clothes made with natural silk. Too delicate for her.

The next store she goes into is one that specializes in funky nouveau clothes from Japan. They are perfect for her form—they each have a unique, handmade, quirky design of inked flowers on them. Plus, they are revealing enough to suit her purpose, too.

She picks out a dress with the back wide open, the hemline falling just above the line of her ass. It is form-fitting and outlines her breasts beautifully. It is made of a silver, satiny fabric.

She puts on long earrings made of diamonds and does her hair up so only a few tendrils are hanging down.

“Wow, you look so sexy and elegant, Ms. Bryden. What is the occasion if I may ask?” the clerk asks.

“Iceland with a very special gentleman,” says Jane, glowing with pride.

“Well, he is one lucky man.”

“I’m one lucky woman,” she says. “Please wrap these up for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter 51

Brad had to leave the island. There had been far too many phone calls and people traveling there just to harass him. Everyone seemed to have an opinion, and no one wanted to hear his side of things.

His lawyer suggested he go to Iceland to take a break and get away from everyone, so he left on the next plane out and without letting anyone know.

All Brad can think about is Jane. Is she mad at him? Will he ever see her again? Is she going to move on to someone else? Is she deeply hurt?

It pains him to think that she is suffering because of all of this, but she won’t answer his calls. He can’t risk her getting his number because then it could get leaked.

He arranges a ballet event in Iceland just to get her there, and he desperately wants to see her again.

When he arrives in Iceland, he goes to a private spa to re-group. He needs to rejuvenate and get his head on straight.

A personal assistant hand-delivers him a note. It’s a message from the dance instructor saying she had a chance to speak with Jane. She was in a lot of pain, but she is better now. She will be coming on Friday to the event.

Brad is thrilled and relieved at the same time. He really wants to make this visit special and hopes they can reconcile.

He goes up to his room and makes some calls. He’s going to plan a huge gala party in honor of Jane. He wants everyone to see how wonderful and beautiful she is, and that she is what matters in his life.

He books the best hotel where they host events with chocolate fountains, ice sculptures, and a live orchestra. He will have a special room just for her and a room to access for their private time together.

They will get a couple’s massage, and he will ask the masseuse to leave while Jane is there, naked on the table. He will take an ice cube in his mouth, stroke it down her back, stopping it at her ass, and letting it sit and drip down there.

He will take another ice cube in his hand and let it melt, stroking it around her pussy while he sticks his cool fingers inside her. He wants to hold her belly while he moves his hand in and out of her, fisting her deeper and deeper.

God, his mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to her to make her so happy. He’d take another ice cube in his mouth and move it around her pussy, driving her crazy while scratching her gorgeous back lightly with his nails. He wants to mark her as his so everyone at the party will know she has just been fucked by him, unabashed and unashamed.

He can’t wait to see her again. As he thinks about all this, he strokes his cock so fast and hard, he spews all over the bed, imagining Jane lying there on her belly, her ass in the air while he pumps his cock in her. He looks in the mirror and loves his body.

Though the world is trying to bring him down, he knows he’s got a lot to offer. He’s a catch, and no one will be able to get in his way.

There is a knock at the door.

“Room service,” a woman’s voice says in an Icelandic accent.

Room service? Brad didn’t order room service.

“You’ve got the wrong room,” Brad says aloud, feeling annoyed she’s disturbed his bliss.

“Mr. Halliwell, room 1301?”

“Yes.”

“Room service is for you,” she says again.

“Jesus Christ,” Brad mutters. He reaches over for his bath robe and goes to the door.

He opens it and there is a tall, blonde woman with big tits wearing next to nothing. She pushes a tray into the room.

“Special gift from your lawyer, Mr. Halliwell,” she says, pushing him against the wall, opening his robe and going on her knees to suck him. She sticks his cock in her mouth and pushes her head in and out. It feels so good, and he gets confused, still imagining Jane there.

He groans and moans, then looks down and sees this woman with her gorgeous tits. He realizes it isn’t Jane and goes soft.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like my sucking?” she pouts.

“No, you’re hot. Really, you are. I’m just in love with someone, and what you’re doing doesn’t work for me anymore. I’m sure you’d be a good lay,” Brad says, trying to settle himself down.

“Here’s a thousand dollar tip. Go treat yourself to something special.”

“Well, you’re the easiest customer I’ve ever had,” she says, taking the money and leaving.

“Fuck,” Brad tells himself. “What wouldn't I do for Jane?”

He goes back to the bed to finish himself off, thinking of Jane sucking him off with her beautiful mouth and sexy body. He loves that her tits are small. He can’t wait to see her again, to fuck her silly, and give her everything she’s ever wanted.

He keeps stroking himself until he comes all over his hand, and it squirts up into the air. God, how he wants to make her squirt.

He can imagine what it will be like to turn her into a wild woman just for him. They won’t ever get out of bed or get things done. They will just fuck like bunnies, all day long. Brad loves the thought of that.

The phone rings. Brad answers, and it takes him out of his bubble.

“That crazy woman? What the hell is she up to now? Deal with it, man. I’m telling you, I can’t take this any longer. Who do I have to pay to take care of this madness?”

Chapter 52

Jane is so excited to see Brad. She is counting the days until she gets to see him. She has no idea if he knows how she feels about him, or if he thinks she is upset with him.

She is so concerned about him. Where is he staying? Is he afraid? Are people harassing him? She wishes she could hold him close to her and take it all away for him. Oh, it feels like torment not being able to speak with him.

Jane goes to bed early each night to catch up on her beauty sleep, and because she really doesn’t know what else to do with the nervous energy.

On the night before she leaves for Iceland, she has a strange dream. She is taken to this faraway place, a remote island in the South Pacific. She walks through bushes until she finds a clearing. It’s an old temple covered in moss. It looks absolutely magical and smells so refreshing.

In the dream, everything seems to come to life—the colors, the smells, and even the textures.

In the distance, she sees Brad. Jane’s heart flutters, and she runs up to see him. Getting closer, she sees that Brad isn’t wearing anything. He is completely naked, but instead of being happy to see Jane, he is sitting on a stone bench sobbing.

This totally confuses Jane. Why doesn’t he see she is there? Doesn’t he know she misses him and is so happy to see him?

She goes up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He is sweaty, and it feels like there is dirt on him. It’s as if he has been there for ages, alone, lost, and working hard.

“Brad? Brad, it’s me, Jane. I’m here! You’re not alone anymore.”

Brad looks up to her with red eyes and stares right into hers. He blinks.

“Jane? Is that really you? Where have you been?”

“I don’t know, Brad, but I’m here now.”

He leans over onto her shoulder and sobs more. “I miss you, Jane. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Brad. I really do,” Jane says, tipping his chin up so she can kiss him.

He reaches back in desperation to feel her cool, soft, supple skin.

“You are an angel, Jane. You really are. I don’t know where I’ve been all my life without you,” he says.

Just as Jane is about to lean into Brad and start kissing him all over, she wakes up. She is sweating, partly from arousal and partly from feeling like she just returned from a jungle setting in the dream.

Jane sits up and starts crying, feeling the pain of Brad’s loneliness, not only right now but throughout his whole life. She really gets that he has been battling on his own, with no one really getting him. Jane feels so sorry for him, wishing she could show him that she knows his heart and how lovable he is.

She understands for the first time what he saw in her and why he has fallen for her. She is his angel.

Jane’s heart beats quickly, and she feels an urgency to see Brad. She is powerless, though, and feels completely incapable of doing anything about it.

The only way she can handle these feelings of love and intimacy is to take out the finger vibrator he gave her. It vibrates so fast, she’s concerned that it will be too intense for her. Instead, she starts playing with herself first to warm herself up, thinking of Brad’s muscles and sweaty body in the dream.

How she wishes she could have pushed him down on the stone bench and crawled on top of him, taking her top off so he could grab her tits in his hands and rub them, getting the nipples harder and harder.

She would take the end of his hard cock and rub it around her clit and the opening to her vagina, thrusting herself deep on top of him. Then she’d pull out fully, getting him horny and wanting even more while she gets dripping wet.

She would hold his cock at the base with a tight grip, riding him up and down, driving him wild. He would press so deep inside her, pushing at her g-spot, getting her so revved up that she would scream at the top of her lungs in the temple, knowing no one could hear them. It would echo through eternity.

As Jane imagines all this, she puts on the finger vibrator and lightly touches it on her labia and clit, stimulating her immediately. It sends shock waves through her body and she starts shaking. She can hardly contain herself as she imagines Brad’s hot, dripping body, desperately fucking her in the tropics filled with wild animals and exotic birds.

Jane takes her other hand and pushes it in and out of her. The finger vibrator on full speed sends intense tingles up her spine and a flush of energy to her head.

She curls her back up off the bed, digging her hips into the mattress as she lets out a flood of juices all over the sheets, more than she’s ever seen before. She isn’t sure if she just peed everywhere, but she doesn’t care. It feels like the best ecstasy she has ever had.

Jane lays there, exhausted and satisfied, thinking only of when she can see Brad and hold him in her arms again. That dream showed her they are meant to be together, and she is now fully convinced of it.

Chapter 53

The next morning, Jane heads out to the spa to get her hair and makeup done. She wants to look as beautiful as she can when she arrives in Iceland to see Brad.

A limo arrives to pick her up. Inside there is a bottle of white wine from Bali and a fresh bouquet of roses.

They drive to his private jet. Around them is a group of activists protesting against him. They carry placards saying, ‘You can’t escape child support,’ ‘You have no excuses, Brad. Pay up,’ and ‘Even billionaires have to follow the rules.’

Jane is horrified. She knows in her heart that Brad is innocent and she wishes she could march right up to everyone, tell them the truth, and make them stop. He doesn’t deserve this.

She feels so sorry for Brad and the terrible way he is being attacked. She gets out of the limo and everyone starts yelling at her, thinking Brad is in there with her.

“Get out while you can, sister!”

“Don’t let him knock you up.”

“Stop hiding him out.”

All their jeers come her way without letting up. Jane tries to hold her head up high and not expose herself or take in the aggressive attacks. She puts her sunglasses on, trying to pretend she doesn’t care. A few bodyguards are there to walk her up the red carpet to the jet. Behind her, the driver brings her bags for her.

When she gets onto the plane, one of the bodyguards asks if she is okay and if he can get anything for her. He can see she is rattled and anxious.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you,” Jane replies, taking off her sunglasses.

The bodyguard is stunned at how beautiful she is. He sees why Mr. Halliwell has fallen head over heels for her.

“You look beautiful, ma’am, if I may say so,” he acknowledges politely.

“Why, thank you, sir,” she smiles. She looks out the window at everyone who thinks Brad is a horrible man. A week ago, she would have agreed with them, doubted him, even been afraid of him. But now, she has realized she is deeply in love with him, and it hurts her to see how misunderstood he is and how lonely he has been.

Nobody understands his pain, how much he wants to be a regular guy, or the pressures he faces on a daily basis. Jane wants to be that one shining light in his life, the one who can make it easier and better for him. She wants to be the woman of his dreams and the woman who stands beside him, no matter what.

Inside the plane there is a big screen T.V. Midway through the flight, it comes on and there is Brad’s face before her. He starts to speak.

“Jane, I’m so pleased to hear you are coming to Iceland. I have been so lonely without you and can’t wait to see you. I want you to know how precious you are to me, and I want to thank you for not leaving me during this time of crisis.

“You are so beautiful, and I think of you all the time. I can’t wait to hold you again and make sweet love to you. Have a wonderful trip and know that I’m counting down the minutes until I can see you.”

Jane is in tears and wishes she could just go up to him and hug and kiss him right now. She can see in his face that this whole ordeal has taken a toll on him. It’s been absolutely dreadful.

She wishes she could say back to him, ‘Oh Brad, don’t worry. I love you so much. You are the man of my dreams and I am the woman of yours. We will never be separated like this again. I am so sorry you are alone like this. You don’t deserve it. I am counting down the minutes, too. I’m coming to see you, my dear.’

Jane has never felt this strongly before. It’s as if her chest could explode with the amount of love and yearning she feels. This separation seems too much to bear.

She cuddles up in a blanket on the chair and tries to soothe herself to sleep. She wishes Brad were right there beside her to hold her body and rub her feet. The light rocking of the plane eventually lulls her to sleep.

Jane wakes up when the plane starts to descend. She has been asleep for about five hours and wakes up groggy. She can see the island in the distance.

She is captivated already by the country. She wishes her mother could see the places she’s been to.

Maybe then, her mother would feel more at ease with Jane going on adventures and living in New York. She has never travelled out of the country before and just doesn’t understand the joy of it.

When the plane lands, there is a red carpet laid out for Jane on the tarmac. The pilot brings her baggage down the stairs behind her, There is a limo waiting, and out steps Brad in a white, three-piece suit, looking more handsome than ever. He puts his hand on his chest, as if his breath is taken away.

Jane tries to walk down the stairs as fast as she can without tripping. At the bottom of the stairs she takes her heels off and runs toward Brad, leaping into his arms. He lifts her up and kisses her, embracing her for a long time. He doesn’t want to let her go.

“Jane, I can’t even tell you…” Brad starts.

“Shhhh… it’s okay, I get it. There’s no need to explain,” she says. “I was the one who got scared and ran away.”

Tears well up in Brad’s eyes.

“Oh, Jane, you had every right to be scared. I get it. You had no idea what to think. I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Thank you for coming.” He grabs her and holds her tight. “You look so beautiful! I love this outfit you’re wearing. Could there possibly be something equally enticing underneath?”

Jane smiles, “I can see you are back to normal, my dear. Well, you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Chapter 54

Brad and Jane climb into the back of the limo. Brad can’t take his hands off of her. He lifts up her skirt and traces his fingers around her panties. They are thin with a lace trim.

“Mind if I take a peek, dear?” he asks her.

“I’d love it if you did,” Jane says, holding his head and stroking his hair.

He pushes her skirt up and sees she is wearing bright red, satin and lace-trimmed panties. “Oh my God, you look so hot in those, baby. I can’t keep those on you for much longer.”

With his teeth, Brad nibbles on the inside of her thighs, tracing up to her hip, and then biting her panties, pulling them down slowly, going side to side. He sucks on her pubic bone, licks her hair, and then goes further down to her clit.

“Oh, God, Brad, I’ve been dying for you to do that!” Jane moans, tossing her body further back on the leather seat. Her juices start flowing.

He presses in and licks a few more times, flattening his tongue and then making a hard tip to stimulate her more and more. He loves hearing her squeal and seeing her body react.

Jane takes her foot and feels for Brad’s cock. It is super-hard, as she expects.

“You’re such a wild beast, Mr. Halliwell,” she teases. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me or something,” she giggles.

She strokes his cock more with her foot. He starts rubbing himself against her, moaning and getting turned on and hot all over.

He undoes his pants, and she feels the soft skin of his cock, then rubs his balls with her foot. She spreads her legs open while massaging him and shows him her pussy. She massages it to get it wet, while rubbing Brad’s balls, then his ass, then around to his cock. He is rock hard by this point, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I can’t even believe you were a virgin when I met you. My God, woman, you know exactly how to turn me on.”

“Oh really? Well, there’s more,” Jane replies.

She unbuttons her top, one by one, and underneath is a bright-red, push up bra with sparkles. It makes her breasts look like they are two sizes bigger.

“Holy fuck, Jane, where the hell did you get that?” Brad drools. “You are insanely gorgeous. I just want to fuck you so badly.”

He moves up to her tits and buries his head in them. He sticks his fingers inside her cunt, moving them back and forth, inside and out, making juicy sounds.

Jane moans so loudly and loses her mind. Brad goes up to her neck and sucks it hard and deep, leaving a beautiful mark on her. She is all his, and nobody is going to take her away from him.

“Fuck me, Brad. Take that big, hard cock and stick it inside me. Make me come all over these seats, all over you. Fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore,” Jane tells him. “Fuck me now, Brad!”

She pulls his hips closer and wraps her legs around his ass, pushing him down into her. He goes in deep, hard, and fast, and keeps fucking her, in and out, until they both come together at the same time. Her juices gush out all over his cock, and his come squirts inside of her. He holds her as she keeps tightening her vagina around him, her whole body tense in his grip.

“Brad… I love you,” she whispers in his ear.

“I love you, too, Jane, so much,” he whispers back, then sucks on her earlobe.

They put themselves back together, and Jane freshens up her makeup.

They drive up to the front of the Northern Lights Hotel, the top hotel in the country of Iceland. It is known for having a fresh buffet at all times of the day, a concierge assigned to each room, and chocolate-dipped flowers placed on the pillows each morning.

“You will love this place, my dear. I can’t wait to spend my days and nights here with you,” Brad says, squeezing her hand.

Jane’s eyes widen at the entrance of the hotel— gold and brass statues and décor, doormen in tuxedos, and well-dressed guests going in and out. She has never seen a place quite like this.

The driver opens the door for her and helps her out. Brad comes to greet her on the other side. They go toward the front door, and their personal concierge, Cecil, greets them, motioning for someone to see to their bags. He welcomes them both to Iceland and asks if they would like champagne on their way up to the room, and they accept.

A waiter brings a tray of chocolate-covered cherries as well.

“Boy, it really helps that you walk in high places. I could get far too used to this,” Jane says to Brad.

“Well, you should. You deserve it, sweetheart,” he says, grabbing her at the waist.

“Mr. Halliwell, there is a phone call for you,” says Cecil.

Jane gives Brad that look like, ‘Don’t you dare do that to me again.’

Brad turns to Cecil and says, “I’m not taking any calls for two days. Not even from my lawyer.”

“Yes, sir,” says Cecil respectfully. He shows them to the penthouse suite, the only room on the floor.

Jane and Brad settle into the room that includes oriental rugs, a plush, king-sized bed, and a balcony that looks to have a mini hot spring on it. They plan to not leave for days.

Chapter 55

Brad orders up oysters and Icelandic wine, then calls in spa services for them. The masseuses arrive and set up their tables while Brad and Jane change into the elegant cotton robes.

Jane loves how Brad looks when he’s out of his business attire, just a regular guy but still so attractive with his sculpted muscles and tight ass. She smacks him lightly as he walks over to the table. They both go under the covers to have their bodies rubbed and massaged.

Brad used to have this done all the time and always requested a blonde woman with a Swedish accent to rub him down and give him the happy ending. It’s so strange to be doing this with Jane. He’s not sure if he is turned on or feeling embarrassed by his past.

“Jane, I have a confession to make. I hope you won’t think less of me. It’s actually pretty embarrassing.”

“Okay,” Jane says, a bit confused and nervous there will be another upheaval.

“Well, you see, before I met you, I wasn’t that decent of a guy to women,” he explains.

Jane is terrified he’s going to tell her that the news stories are right, and he’s been a total jackass for not paying child support.

“Okay?”

“Well, being a billionaire is really lonely, you know? Not many really understand me, and honestly, I don’t trust most women’s intentions,” Brad furthers.

“I can see that. I know you are very lonely, Brad.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I had a dream about it last night. You came to me sobbing because you were all alone,” Jane says.

“Oh wow! For real? You dreamt about me?”

“Yes, I did. I think about you all the time when we’re not together.”

“Really? Well, I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

He grabs her hand and holds it as they get massaged.

“Well, hearing you say this kind of makes me feel worse about myself because, well, there’s been nobody to love me, Jane,” Brad draws it out.

“I know, Brad. Just tell me what you want to tell me,” Jane tries to be neutral about what she will hear.

“Well, you’re going to think I’m a dirty dog, but I want to tell you everything. I used to hire escorts, and sometimes people hired them for me. I’m known for being into some crazy stuff, and my colleagues or people who wanted to close a deal would send some woman to me for a good time, and I’d accept it.

“Even the other day, an escort came over…” Brad tries to explain this as fast as possible.

Jane is so hurt thinking that he was with an escort recently.

“Did you do anything with her?” she asks.

“No! No, I didn’t! That’s the point. I have said no a couple of times. It’s not like me. It’s because I can’t get you out of my mind and heart. I just want to be with you,” he says, squeezing her hand.

“Oh, Brad, really? You really said no?” Jane is so touched. She squeezes his hand back. “And you know what? I knew you saw escorts. A couple of people actually warned me. They thought I was an escort. It was so upsetting to me at first, but then I found out you turned away one of them.”

“Really? You knew the whole time, and you still wanted to be with me?” Brad is so surprised. “Jane, I feel like I can be my full self with you, in ways I can’t with anyone else. You are freeing me.”

“That’s all I want to do. I want you to know you are cared about unconditionally. I know you have been a bit of a player, but heck, I think anyone would be if they were as wealthy as you. I really know how extra special I am in your life because of it.”

“Jane, you are the most beautiful and loving woman I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. You make me feel that way all the time. Maybe you can put all that bad boy play toward me. What do you say?” Jane entices.

“Well, I could go for that. Absolutely.”

The masseuses finish up, and Brad and Jane feel so relaxed. They go over to check out the mini hot spring on the balcony, then take off their towels and step in. He puts his arm around hers and brings her close.

“Jane, you are my special woman. You are all mine, and I never want to lose you,” Brad says, reaching over to kiss her.

“And you are all mine, Mr. Brad Halliwell. I’m never going to let you go,” she says, kissing him back.

“Here, sugar, get on top of me,” Brad lifts her small body and turns her around, with her back facing him. “I want to feel those precious tits of yours.”

He pushes her up and down on his cock and twists and plays with her nipples. She can feel the cool breeze of the day drape around her skin, and she feels so aroused. He licks up her spine and looks at her beautiful ass while she goes up and down on his hard cock.

“You make me so hard, sweet Jane. I just want to fuck you all night long,” he says.

“Well, you should then,” she insinuates, turning around and looking at him with her long, slightly wet hair splashing against her back.

“I don’t need any other woman but you, dear. You’re all that I need,” he says. “Keep giving it to me, baby.”

Jane moans and breathes harder the more excited she gets. His cock goes so deep inside her, and it drives her crazy wanting more of him. She feels so connected to him now. His hard cock is held inside her while she clamps down and squeezes him faster and faster.

The pleasure keeps building for 15 minutes with mini-pulses of orgasms until finally she has the most full-body, blow your brains, see stars fucking orgasm Jane never knew she would ever have.

Brad loves it when she gets going and it gets him all excited too. He pulls her off, stands up, and jerks himself off all over her belly and tits. He gives her some to lick by smearing it all over her mouth with his finger.

He moves close into her. “You’re such a naughty girl, Jane. I fucking love that.”

Chapter 56

The next morning, Jane wakes up, a bit afraid that Brad will be gone again. She rolls over and thankfully he is there, laying by her side. She starts tracing his back with her fingers and kisses his neck. Brad moans a bit, and goosebumps rise on his skin.

He rolls over and feels Jane’s breasts against his chest. Moving down to suck on them, slowly and gently. Jane is in heaven. He pulls her hips closer to him and feels the softness of her pussy hair against his leg. He reaches behind her and starts playing with her ass, and gently puts his finger in, stroking it in and out at the opening. Jane doesn’t know what to think of it. It feels good, but she’s worried it’s going to hurt.

“Sweetie, can you trust me? I promise I won’t hurt you. I would love to show you something new.”

“I’m nervous. Can you go slow?” she asks.

“We just need a bit of lube, baby. Don’t worry. I will stop if it hurts, okay?” Brad says tenderly, looking calmly into her eyes.

“I trust you,” Jane says.

He grabs the lube from the side drawer and squeezes some onto his fingers, then more on the opening of her ass. Jane likes the coolness of the liquid, and his fingers tickle her. She giggles.

“You like that so far?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice.”

“Good. I’m going to see if you like this, too.”

He pushes his middle finger up into her a bit.

“Ohhh… umm,” Jane is not sure if it feels okay or not.

“Just breathe. I’ll hold it here,” he says, he kisses her nipples to relax her and help her feel more pleasure. Her ass opens a bit more and he pushes his finger in to the knuckle. “How is that?”

“That actually feels pretty good,” Jane says, her eyes closing and taking it in.

He pulls his finger out and rolls her over on her back. He puts more lube on and traces the outside of her ass, then sticks his finger in, holds it, then twists it out. Her ass starts expanding, inviting him into her deeper. He sticks his whole finger in and moves in and out quicker, while sucking on both tits.

He’s getting so excited and turned on. He pulls his finger out and takes the small vibrator from the drawer, turns it on, and sticks it in where his finger was.

“Is that okay, sweetheart?”

“It’s more than okay. Oh my God, Brad, it’s fucking amazing,” she says.

“I knew you’d like it because you’re my kind of gal.” Brad kisses her deeply, pulling her hands over her head and holding her by the wrists.

“Oh my God, Brad. I want you to fuck my pussy right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He says, moving on top of her and fucking her deep, the vibrator purring against his cock. Seeing her gorgeous, pink tits, feeling her pussy getting tighter, and the humming of the vibrator all throw Brad over the edge. He comes inside her, and it oozes out of her, dripping down her legs.

“Oh, God, baby, I love you. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful and sexy.”

“That’s okay, my love. It felt so good for me, too. Do you mind if I finish off?” Jane says.

“Do I mind? No, I would love to see you play with yourself. Show me how you enjoy it,” he says, rubbing her belly to make her feel loved and to get her started.

He kisses her nipples and brings her hand down to her pussy. She separates her labia and lightly moves her fingers in a V-shape, down and up. Her hips start moving forward and back, and she puts her two fingers inside herself to moisten them and bring them back up to her clit.

She motions back and forth like this for a few minutes, the blood rushing into her vagina, squeezing tighter and tighter. Brad rubs deep below her belly button, getting her wetter and more excited. He bites her nipples, sending chills through her body as she keeps pulsing her fingers in and out of herself.

She turns her head to the side and bites the pillow, then moves up and bites Brad on the neck.

“That’s it, baby, be my wild tiger. Show me all you’ve got,” Brad says.

He reaches over for the finger vibrator, puts it on her clit, and moves her hand down so she can push in and out, fast and hard. Jane loses it and has three orgasms in a row, her whole body releasing ecstasy on the bed, gushing out liquid everywhere.

“Holy shit, baby. You’re ejaculating, for real,” Brad says, kissing her up and down her body in celebration.

When Jane is finished, she asks Brad what he means by ejaculating. He explains to her that women can come like men. Often, they think they are peeing, which they aren’t. It’s what makes a massive puddle everywhere.

Jane had never heard of this before, but all she knows is it feels so good.

“Brad, you drive me crazy. I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. You are so hot and even better than I imagined,” says Jane.

“Better than when you were thinking of me when you were screaming my name in the hotel?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Jane smiles. “I wanted you so badly that time. If you had walked through that door then, I would have spread my legs wide open and told you to give it to me, right then and there.”

“I wanted you, too, baby. I was all ready to come and get you, too.”

Brad and Jane lay on the bed, soaked in their sweat and come, and feeling deeply at peace with one another. There is nowhere else they need to be but here.

Brad orders lunch and later, dinner. They spend the day making love, hanging out in their little hot spring, and getting to know each other through their stories. Life feels full again.

Chapter 57

The next day, they get up at 11 a.m. and shower together. Brad covers her with soap suds, washing her hair and rubbing her shoulders. He moves down to her ass and starts playing with it, washing out her private areas while getting her excited.

He bends her over and the shower pulsates on her back, dripping down her ass. His cock is hard and ready to take her. He thrusts himself into her clean, juicy pussy, grabbing her hips and pushing her forward and back. They fit so well together, and she is so willing.

Jane looks over and sees his hot body, his ripped muscles and arms, and goes crazy. He knows exactly what he wants, and it turns her on with his every thrust.

“Ohhhh, aaaaahhhhh, ugggghhhhh…” Jane groans in the shower.

He gets her worked up, and within minutes, she is in such deep, shaking pleasure she can barely stand.

She turns around, falls to her knees, and pulls his cock into her mouth, looking into his eyes. She licks her tongue around him and grabs his balls.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Brad asks her.

She shakes her head to say ‘no.’

“Well, you’re a natural, then. That’s my gal,” he says, pulling her hair away so he can see her face pushing in and out. “Keep sucking me. That’s right. Oh, God, Jane, you’re so good at it.”

Brad guides her head to push in and out, faster and faster, until he comes inside her mouth. She loves the taste of him, salty and sweet, which makes sense for someone like Brad.

They finish their shower, holding each other closely.

“I love you so much, Jane. You are so much fun,” Brad says, putting a dollop of shampoo on her nose.

She giggles. “Well, I love you, too, you horny devil.”

They dry off, get dressed, and leave the hotel room for the first time in two days.

“Sweetheart, I have to go and make a phone call to check in with things. Do you want to wait for me down by the poolside?”

“Okay, but don’t be long, okay? Not like last time.” Jane winks.

“I promise. Two days at the most,” Brad jests.

Jane goes over to the pool. There’s no one else there. The concierge comes over.

“Madam, I haven’t seen you in two days. Is everything okay?” Cecil asks.

“Yes, Cecil. Everything is just fine. Would you mind bringing me a freshly squeezed orange juice mimosa?”

“Of course, madam.”

Cecil walks away while Jane settles in. The sky is nice and clear, and the water in the pool is a Caribbean style turquoise blue. They’ve made it look like a beach, too.

She is there for about a half hour. From a distance, Jane hears violins in the background and they are coming closer. She turns around and sees Brad coming toward her with roses in his hand. He is singing Everything I Do with the violins playing in the background.

Jane starts crying. She didn’t even know he could sing. Standing up she looks into his eyes and moves towards him, singing the lyrics back.

She goes up to him and they put their foreheads on each other. He dries the tears off her face.

“Jane, I have something to ask you,” Brad says, looking deeply into her eyes.

“What is it?” she says, her forehead scrunching up.

“Will you marry me?” he asks.

Jane is shocked. She wasn’t expecting this at all.

“Will you?” Brad asks, concerned she is going to say no.

“Yes, Brad. Yes, yes, yes. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with. Yes,” she replies.

“Oh, phew!”

He lifts her up in his arms and French kisses her, twirling her around.

“We’re going to have a great life together, Jane. I promise you.”

“I know we will, darling.”

The violins finish the song and then depart. Brad has ordered the pool area to be private so no one can look in. He undresses Jane and they go skinny dipping together in the pool, holding hands.

“I can’t wait to do all these amazing things together with you, Jane. I want to show you Tahiti. I want to sky dive with you. I want us to have a home where we bake cookies together.”

“What about watching movies until three a.m.?” Jane asks.

“Yes, that, too. Of course, that!”

Brad is so excited that he’s finally going to settle down with someone and have a normal life together. It has been so dreadfully lonely, a life of nothing but work.

They finish swimming and dreaming, and dreaming and swimming some more. Brad gets out of the pool first and takes her hand to help her out. Her wet body looks so delicious.

“I’d love to drizzle chocolate down that belly of yours, Jane,” Brad says.

“One day, you will, my love, and you better eat it all up.”

“I promise.”

Jane starts thinking about how she is going to tell her mother about all this.

“Brad, my mother knows nothing about you. In fact, what she does know is what’s in the news. I have no idea how I’m going to explain this all to her.”

“Well, let’s never mind about that right now. Why don’t we enjoy this time of just you and me for now.”

“Okay, sweetie, that works for me.”

Brad and Jane spend the rest of the day talking about the future they can have together. What will it look and feel like? Do they want kids? Should they live in the country? What does Jane want for her career?

They wrap up in each other’s bodies, not caring who is around them.

Chapter 58

The next night is the prestigious performance for the President of Iceland. Brad knows him very well and arranged for this show to be presented. No one knows that Jane is his girlfriend, much less his fiancée.

Jane wears a gorgeous, white, chiffon dress with a sparkly headdress. She looks like a delicate, fairy queen from another world. Brad is so proud to have her on his arm. She is so precious in his eyes.

When they walk into the hall, heads turn. Most of the people there have known Brad for years through business and political deals. They’ve never seen him come to this kind of event with a date before. Brad doesn’t usually show such vulnerabilities or let people see into his personal life.

The guests whisper to each other and notice Jane. They have yet to discover she is the main attraction tonight.

Jane feels self-conscious and nervous having so many eyes on her. Brad grabs her hand and squeezes it for strength.

“You are beautiful—the most beautiful one here. Just keep smiling, and know that I’m right here when you need me, okay?” he whispers in her ear.

She nods slightly.

They walk down into the foyer together. Brad stands in the middle to gather everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for gathering tonight. As you all know by now, this is a very difficult time for me. The headlines and news stories are spreading false rumors. I do hope you will be on my side or at least hold judgement about this until the true facts are revealed.” he says.

A few people clap and say, “We’re with you, Brad. We’ve got your back.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate that. Tonight is a chance for us to get our minds off our troubles. We are here to celebrate the beauty of Iceland, and the beauty of my fiancée, Jane Bryden.”

The news sends a ripple of gossip through the crowd. People gasp and cheer their congratulations. Nobody expected this at all.

“And my dear Jane will be our featured performer tonight. I know you won’t be disappointed. She is the next, up-and-coming ballet queen, and I’m so glad she is all mine.” He reaches over and pulls her into his side, kissing her on the cheek. “Isn’t she beautiful? And she’s been so loyal through all of this madness on the news.”

Everyone claps and cheers. Jane starts blushing and looks down, away from all the attention.

“Jane Bryden, you are the love of my life. I’m so thrilled you are going to be my bride.”

“Brad Halliwell, you are my strength and my greatest love. Aside from ballet, of course,” she jokes.

They kiss in front of everyone to a background of “awwws” and “ohhhhs.” The crowd goes up to Jane to shake her hand and congratulate her on their engagement. After about 20 minutes, she excuses herself to go to the back to change for the performance, and Brad joins her.

“You are so magical, Jane. I don’t know how I’ve lived without you,” he says.

“I feel the same way, my dear.”

“Do you have time for a quickie?” he cajoles, smacking her on her butt.

“Well, you are the boss of this show, aren’t you? It’s entirely up to you how long you want your guests to wait.”

“Oh, they can wait,” Brad reassures, grabbing her hand and taking her to the back behind the curtains. He instructs everyone to leave so he can be by himself with Jane.

There is a large, velvet, red couch on stage to be used as the prop.

“I want you right there, Jane, legs wide open with that pretty little dress of yours,” Brad orders playfully.

“Like this? Whatever you want, Mr. Halliwell,” Jane obeys, pretending to be his mistress.

“Yes, like that, you good girl. Now, show me those white panties you are wearing. Spread wider,” he says.

She opens wider, and Brad goes on his knees to stroke her thighs up and down. He reaches up and forcefully pulls the panties off her, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Oh, your pussy is so fucking enticing. I want to lick you inside and out,” Brad pants. “Play with yourself, Jane. Show me what your pussy desires.”

Jane reaches her hand down and starts stroking herself with three fingers, one inside of her and two on the outside, erecting her clit. Brad goes in and licks it with the tip of his tongue, one… lick… at… a… time.

“Mmmmmmmm… give it to me, Brad. Lick me faster. Harder…”

“Yes, my princess, whatever you say.” He sticks his whole mouth into her and moves his face around in circles. Jane moves her fingers away, and now he has all her juices spread around his lips and chin. She keeps pouring out with desire.

“Give me your cock, Mr. Halliwell. Right fucking now!” Jane demands.

“Like this?” Brad unzips his pants and enters her, deep, hard, fast, thrusting in and out, back and forth. “You want more? More of this?”

“Fuck me faster, Mr. Halliwell. I know you have it in you. More… more… more…”

Brad unleashes himself and fucks her like a beast.

Jane can’t hold back. She screams with ecstasy so loud in the hall, it echoes throughout, and she doesn’t give a damn who hears her. ‘Ohhhh… ohhhh… fuck me… ohhhhhhhhhh… fuck!”

Brad comes inside her within minutes, at the same time her beautiful pussy releases all of her juices all over him.

A door opens from the front hall. Brad and Jane go stark quiet, look at each other, and laugh silently together. It’s the usher doing a check in the aisles.

Brad pulls himself out of Jane, and she gets up to go to the dressing room. Brad tells the staff they can go back inside so the show can start in 30 minutes.

Jane can’t stop feeling the pulse of Brad’s cock in her. She is glowing.

Chapter 59

The performance is a hit. There is a standing ovation, which is rare in the world of professional ballet. When Jane goes on the stage, the crowd claps louder, showing their love.

Jane is in such disbelief at how this all came about in her life. Every dream, dashed hope, lost cause, and difficulty has been surmounted with this event. How could she have doubted herself and her abilities? It is amazing what happens when just one person believes in you. Maybe this was all she needed in her life. One person to believe in her.

At the end of the show, Jane goes backstage, and Brad is there with a dozen roses. He turns her around to have her face the mirror, then he stands behind her, bringing the roses in front of her.

“Don’t we make a beautiful couple?” he says, kissing her on the neck. “You were absolutely stellar out there, like a swan on clouds. You’re going to go far, Jane, and I want to be there with you every step of the way.”

“Oh, Brad, I wouldn’t be here without you,” she says with tears in her eyes. “You have to be the best man in the world. You just made my dreams come true.”

“You’re worth it, sweetheart.”

She turns around, puts her arms around his neck, and kisses him on the lips.

“What do we do next?” she asks.

“Well, first, you have to go out there and charm the crowd with your beauty and grace. Then, we need to go back to the hotel, and I need to make sweet love to your gorgeous body.”

“Well, I think I can handle that,” Jane winks.

After mingling and milling about, Jane and Brad go back to the hotel room. They ask the concierge to leave them alone for the rest of the evening so they can go back to the room without any disturbance.

The elevator arrives, and Brad and Jane go in, pushing the button for the penthouse. As soon as the door closes, Brad pushes Jane against the wall and starts making out with her. He lifts her skirt, pushes her panties to the side, undoes his zipper, and puts his cock inside her.

Jane immediately gets wet. She loves how he takes control of her and knows exactly what he wants.

“Uhhhnnn, uhhhnnnn, uhhhhnnnn,” he groans, thrusting deeper, pulling Jane up the wall and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushes into her three more times before he comes. “Fuck, Jane, I just can’t resist you. You turn me on just by looking at you.”

“That’s how I feel about you, baby. You can give it to me whenever you want. I love a man who takes charge,” she says.

They are almost at the top when the elevator stops. Brad quickly drops Jane and does up his zipper, then stands beside her. A young woman gets on the elevator and looks at Brad and Jane. Jane smiles innocently and Brad nods at her. “You guys going up or down?” she asks.

“Well, we’re not quite sure,” Brad says. Jane elbows him.

“We’re going up, dear.”

“Oh okay. I’ll wait behind then,” she says.

The elevator closes. “You’re such a cheeky devil,” Jane nudges Brad.

“I love being a devil,” he says.

They get off at the Penthouse level and go into the suite. They can’t keep their hands off each other.

“You’re it,” Brad says, chasing her around the room. “You have to remove one piece of clothing.”

“Okay, I’ll remove this bobby pin,” Jane smirks.

“Oh, who’s being cheeky now?” he says.

They play the cat and mouse game until the only thing Jane still wears is her garter and stockings.

“Get over here, you beautiful slut.” Brad pulls her by the arm so she lands right on top of him. “Spread those legs wide for me and ride me like your stallion, sweetheart.”

She does exactly what he says, sliding on top of him, but slow and sexy, getting him aroused with each thrust. She grinds on top of him, going around one way and then the other way.

She lets his cock feel every inch inside her. She grabs his hand and puts it on her ass cheeks. “Grab me. Dig your nails into me. Scratch me, baby,” she moans.

Chapter 60

Brad has to stay in Iceland because of the court case in the U.S., though he sees Jane off at the airport.

“You are the most special thing to me, Jane. You know that, right?” he says, looking deep into her eyes. He strokes her hair and pushes a strand behind her ears. “Can I kiss you goodbye?”

“You never need to ask a silly question like that,” Jane responds, tilting her head to reach in for a kiss.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into him and they kiss until the pilot motions that they need to take off.

“You have my number, right? And you can call me anytime? I don’t know what I will do without you, sweetheart. I’ll miss you in more ways than one,” Brad smirks, looking down into her cleavage.

“You’re so naughty, Brad. These ladies are all yours to devour next time we meet. I promise,” she says, licking his lips with her tongue.

He smacks her ass when she starts walking away.

“Don’t forget about me, Jane, okay?”

“I can’t now,” she replies, motioning to the engagement ring. “You’re in my heart.”

Jane gets on the plane and sits at a window seat, watching Brad outside, seeing his wavy, brown hair brushing against his face and the outline of muscled arms. His dress shirt is slightly buttoned down and pulled out over his jeans. It’s the first time Jane has seen him look so relaxed since she met him.

She sees the sun behind him and the gorgeous landscape. It looks like a scene straight out of the movies.

Looking down at her silver and diamond ring, she is in awe that this is now her life. A private jet, flying to other countries, engaged to a billionaire who genuinely loves her, having amazing sex and orgasms, and being loved and respected as a ballerina on the world stage.

Her whole life has taken this insanely amazing turn and she has no idea how it happened and why she deserved it.

The plane heads back to New York and Jane sleeps most of the way there. She has a dream about her future life. A ranch with horses, a ballet studio, a private spa, she and Brad in a master bedroom with satin sheets and luxurious pillows. Her parents even live close by in a coach house.

In the dream, an older man is there speaking directly to her. “This is what you deserve, Jane. It’s the life you’re meant to live.”

Jane wakes up and looks around, startled by her surroundings in the jet. She takes a deep breath in and out, trying to re-orient herself. She gets up and goes over to the bar to fix herself a drink, choosing gin and tonic with lime. She takes a couple of gulps and lets it settle within her.

She heads back to her seat and looks out the window at the clouds. There’s a beautiful rainbow over-arching. Everything is going to be okay. She knows this in her heart.

The plane descends into New York. She looks at the Statue of Liberty in a whole new way—a woman standing there saying that anyone can make their dreams come true in New York.

Anybody.

Jane believes this whole-heartedly now. She reflects on where she was even a week ago, much less a month ago, and how everything took a huge turnaround. Now, here she is.

A limo is there to pick up Jane from the airport. “Mr. Halliwell made sure you would be safe getting home,” says the driver, opening the door for her.

“Oh wow. Thank you,” Jane responds in amazement.

“You’re the future Mrs. Halliwell, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

“Well, then, you need to get used to this kind of treatment. Congratulations, by the way.”

“I guess news travels fast in Brad’s world,” Jane notes.

“Not much is private in his world, Miss,” the driver acknowledges.

She gets back to her apartment and notices the door is open and people are walking out with her boxes. Jane rushes up to them.

“Hey, where the hell do you think you are going with this stuff? Get the hell back here! I paid my rent. You can’t evict me!” she yells.

“No, ma’am, Mr. Halliwell has ordered us to move you. He’s moving you over to a condo on Fifth Avenue so you are more comfortable. I hope that’s okay with you. You don’t have to lift a finger,” one of the movers assures her.

“Oh, I see,” Jane says sheepishly. “Wow, sure. Just as long as I know where the address is.”

“We’ll take care of everything for you. Why don’t you go down to Le Paris Lane Bistro and the driver will come to get you when we’re finished.”

“Wow, okay. I’m still a bit stunned by this, but okay,” Jane says, walking away to go to the Bistro. She wonders what the new place will look like. Much better than where she has been, that’s for sure.

She sits down at a table by herself and orders a basket of bread, cheese, and a fine wine. She contemplates how she is going to tell her parents that she is now engaged to Brad Halliwell, the infamous billionaire. She knows she has to ease them into this.

She picks up her phone and dials the number to her mom. She hangs up immediately and then tries again nervously.

“Hi, Mom, it’s me, Jane,” she says. “Yes, I’m back in New York. It went pretty well. Everyone seemed to like the performance… I know, things are really taking off now. I don’t think I’ll be coming back home anytime soon… uh huh… yup... okay... hmmm.”

Jane listens to her mom speaking about her life.

“So Mom, I feel a bit weird about telling you this, but I actually started dating a guy. No, not in Iceland, before that, a few months ago,” Jane says, lying again. “Yeah, he’s pretty great. No, I didn’t want to tell you about him because I wasn’t sure how you would feel... I met him through ballet. He’s a patron,” Jane explains.

Her mom asks a string of questions about him.

“Oh, his name is Brad. Yup. He’s into business. He’s about 30 years old. I know, it’s a pretty big age difference, but we get along really well. He supports what I’m about,” Jane says, trying not to disclose too many details. “Well, I hope you’ll get to meet him one day soon.”

They finish their conversation, with her mom giving Jane a ton of advice and showing concern, but in the end respecting her choices.

“I love you, Mom. I hope to see you soon. Thanks for everything.”

Jane reaches over for her wine, feeling more relaxed about what she shared. She eases back in her seat and orders more food, enjoying the scenery. She waits for the driver who shows up about an hour later to take her to her new, temporary home.

“Life has a way of working out in your favor. It really does,” she thinks.

Chapter 61

Jane absolutely loves the condo, with wall-to-wall carpeting, a balcony overlooking the street, and a garden of flowers blossoming outside. She opens the windows and looks out at the horizon of office towers and monumental buildings. She feels like she is on top of the world.

The doorbell rings. Jane walks over, feeling the smooth carpet underneath her feet, such a change from the gross, linoleum floors at the other apartment. She opens the door, and there is a man, dressed in a fine, white suit, wearing white gloves. He’s holding a bouquet of lilies in a crystal vase and a paper bag.

“Madam Halliwell?” he says, reading the card.

Jane is unsure how to respond to how he addresses her. She has to get used to her new name.

“Umm, yes,” she replies.

“These are for you. Quite rare and delicate lilies, I must say. You must be a very special lady,” he says calmly, entering the apartment and placing them on the side table.

He leaves the room without turning for a tip. Jane imagines he must be a regular florist for Brad’s company.

She walks over to the table and sniffs the flowers deep into her being. The scent takes her back to a time in Utah when she and her mom were walking through a field. They’d stumbled on the most remarkable flowers and spent half an hour smelling all of them. They were delightful.

Jane takes a closer look at these flowers and realizes they are the same ones—lilies from Utah.

Jane is blown away at how sensitive and classy Brad is.

She opens the letter. ‘My Dear, I hope you like your new place. I know it’s small, and you deserve better, but I will be home soon enough. We will have a chance to live close together soon. I miss you deeply and can’t wait to run my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. Love always, Brad.”

Jane tears up, realizing how much she misses Brad’s touch. Life has felt so lonely without him in the last couple of days. It feels like forever until she will get to see him.

She looks around at the apartment.

“Small, my ass!” she says out loud. She runs through the apartment and into the bedroom. She jumps on the new, queen size bed, made up with expensive linens.

“I can’t wait to maul you all over this bed, Brad… I’m going to push you down, strip off all your clothes, and fuck you until you can’t remember,” Jane says loudly.

“Umm, ma’am, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but we’re still moving things in,” says the man at the door, looking to the ground.

Jane turns bright red and crawls off the bed, fixing her skirt.

“Oh, yes, of course. Sorry about that. I’ll get out of your way,” Jane says, trying to cover her shame.

“No need to, ma’am,” he replies.

“Oh, no, I have to go to class, anyway. Just, if you could give me a set of keys, then I will be able to come back in later,” Jane says matter-of-factly.

“Yes, of course. There is an extra set on the table by the door.”

“Thank you. Have a good rest of your day,” Jane says, holding her head up high and grabbing her bag to walk out the door.

She races out, feeling so embarrassed and at the same time empowered, because she knows that being Brad’s fiancée is what lets her get away with things like this. She plays with the ring on her finger, feeling so grateful for this new life.

The driver is outside waiting for her.

“How did you know I needed a lift?” she asked.

“In this world, Ms. Bryden, you will always have a lift. I’m your personal chauffeur,” he says. “My name is Robert. I think we’ll be getting to know each other for a long while.” He reaches out his hand to shake hers. “So, where can I take you?”

“Nice to meet you, Robert. I’m looking forward to getting to know you. To my ballet school, please,” Jane replies, scooting into the back of the car.

As they drive to the school, Jane relaxes into the leather seats. It seems she is sheltered from the whole world, and is held safely in the cocoon of the tinted windows and decadent interior.

The phone rings in the car. Jane isn’t sure if she should pick it up or not. She reminds herself that this is her car, that Brad has hired a personal driver for her. She picks up the phone.

“Darling, is that you?” says the strong, male voice on the other end.

“Brad?” Jane says, smiling, her heart uplifted.

“Of course, who else would it be?” he replies.

“I miss you so much, my dear.” Jane speaks desperately, tears coming to her eyes. “I think you are making me the happiest woman alive.”

“It’s what you deserve, my angel. Do you like your new place?”

“Like? I love it. I can’t believe you did that for me! When do I get to see you so I can ravage you on the bed?”

“Well, it won’t be long. I have great news.

“Really?! What is it?” Jane asks, really hoping it means Brad will be able to come home soon and this nightmare will be over.

“Well, so do you remember that woman you saw in the hot tub that day?” Brad explains.

“Ugh, the blonde bombshell? How could I forget?” Jane is only partly joking, wondering what this has to do with anything.

“Yeah, her. Well, I thought it was odd that I’d never seen her there before. Then one day after the whole scandal was leaked to the papers, she turned up again. She sent me a key to her room. I initially threw it away, but after thinking about it a little bit, I had a sneaking suspicion about her. As it turns out, she was working for one of my arch-enemies, Todd.”

“What happened?”

“I took the key and searched her room when I knew she was out. I went through her stuff and found a whole suitcase of recording equipment, private files about me and even false evidence about me.”

“Oh, Brad, that is awful! What did you do?” asked Jane, deeply concerned that somehow Brad was going to get in trouble for breaking into someone’s room.

“Well, I took all the stuff out to secure it, locked her out of her room and called my lawyer, who immediately called the cops. Within 1 hour, she was detailed. It took some time for the two governments to work out the details, but eventually some detectives came from the U.S. to collect the evidence and escort her back to the United States, in custody. As it turns out, she didn’t trust Todd completely, so she documented everything in a very detailed way. So, very soon the charges against me will be dropped, and when that happens, I’ll be headed back to New York. It will take some time for the rest of it to come to trial, but it is very likely that both she and Todd may end up behind bars. It will be some time before the evidence can be revealed that would completely clear my name, but there will be enough to cast plenty of doubt.

“So when do you think you’ll be coming back to New York. It is a matter of days, weeks or what?” Jane asks excitedly.

“Days I hope, but either way it will be great. I want it to be a surprise for you though. Just be wearing something beautiful and sexy for me, whenever it is. Something I will love to tear off you the minute I get there. I think about you every day and I can’t wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

I promise I will wear a welcome-home number you won’t forget.”

Will you do me a favor, baby? Reach down into your panties and play with yourself right now,” Brad says, starting to stroke himself.

“Here? In the car?”

Yes, why not? No one can see you. Get wet for me, baby,” Brad says, stroking faster. “Tell me what you are feeling down there. Tell me what you are doing?”

“Well, I’m putting my two fingers down between my lips, and spreading my legs wide open for you. I’m softly stroking my fingers in and out, squeezing my pussy, going deeper and deeper, in and out, imagining your hard cock fucking me.”

She turns Brad on so much, and he starts moaning and stroking until he comes.

She also breathes deep and heaves, her fingers going faster, in and out, and her body shakes and turns all hot until she comes, her juices running out of her.

“I love you so much, baby. You are the perfect match for me in so many ways. I’ll be home soon,” whispers Brad.

“I love you, too, my dear. I’m dying to see you.” Jane whispers back, so relaxed and at ease to finally speak with him. “I gotta go, sweetheart. The car is slowing down. I think we’re at my school.”

“Okay… goodbye, darling.”

“See you soon.”

Chapter 62

Jane gets out of the limo. “Thank you, Robert,” she says, pretending like nothing just happened in the back seat.

“Have a good class, Madam,” he responds.

Jane walks with her bag over her arm, her head tall, and her back straight. She hasn’t seen the other girls since she left for Iceland, and no one knows she is engaged.

She’s not sure if she wants to tell them that it’s to Brad Halliwell, because the good news hasn’t hit the stands, but she will have to explain the limo.

She walks into the hall and sees them all gathered, sharing snacks before class starts. They all look over at her and go silent.

Rebecca, one of the classmates, comes up to her.

“Wow, Jane, what’s with the swanky limo you’ve got there. Was Iceland that good?”

“It actually was,” replied Jane smugly.

Valerie approaches Jane. “So, who did you fuck to get that treatment?” she says bluntly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” replies Jane, taking Valerie aback.

“Ohhhhh… Ms. Jane here has quite the voice all of a sudden,” Valerie announces. “Come on, Janey, who sucked those tits while you were away?”

“My name is Jane, and my tits are my business,” Jane says confidently, looking over to the crowd. She turns around and makes her way to the change room, not caring what they think.

“I think Jane got fucked this weekend. What do you think, girls?” Valerie laughs out loud and gets the rest of them going.

Jane lifts up her middle finger and keeps walking, smiling to herself.

They go into the ballet class and get lined up in front of the teacher, the only person who knows that Jane has been seeing Brad. She quickly notices the ring on her finger and looks up at Jane in acknowledgment. She’s not sure what to think, considering the news.

“Jane, can I have a quick word with you?” motions the teacher.

“Yes, of course,” Jane says, walking toward the door.

“Oooohhhhh… someone’s in trouble,” Valerie says. Jane flips up her middle finger again as she walks.

“Jane, I notice you have a ring on your finger. Is it what I think it is?”

“Yes, it is. We are engaged.”

“Oh, so soon?” asks Martha.

“It seems soon, but we really are in love. I know it sounds crazy, but it makes a lot of sense for both of us.”

“Well, you have seen the news, right?” The teacher continues grilling her.

“Yes, and very soon you will find out that he’s innocent. It was all a scam by a crazy lady who has done this sort of thing before, backed by someone with a longstanding grudge against him. By the way, weren’t you the one encouraging me to give him another chance?”

“You know, Jane, I know that money, fame, and a man showing interest in you can be tempting. It really can. I care about you, and don’t want to see you get roped into something you can’t get out of. I want to make sure you have a good head on your shoulders,” reassures the teacher. “And yes, that was me.”

“Thank you for caring. I’ll think about everything you’re saying. I actually really didn’t trust him at first and nearly wrecked everything to begin with. I know in my heart he loves me and wouldn’t ever want to hurt me,” Jane replies.

“Well, I will have to believe you, Jane. It sounds like the two of you have gone through a lot together already,” acknowledges the teacher.

“Yes, we really have. Thank you for reaching out.”

“Okay, let’s head back inside, okay?”

“Okay,” replies Jane.

They go back in and continue the class. Valerie leers at Jane, but Jane doesn’t take it in. She performs better than she ever has before, a result of her new found confidence.

At the end of the class, they are all sweaty and tired. They go to the change room, undress, and head into the showers.

Valerie comes up to Jane. “Come on, Jane, do tell. You are different, and everyone can see it. You lost your virginity, didn’t you?”

“Not this weekend, Valerie,” says Jane, matter of factly.

“Oh, I knew it! You got fucked.”

“No, I didn’t, Valerie. I made love. A big difference, but you wouldn’t know that,” Jane replies.

“Well, well, well. Who caught that pretty little heart of yours there, Jane?” mocks Valerie.

“None of your business, and honestly, matters close to the heart are not meant to be tossed to swine,” Jane retorts.

Valerie notices the ring on Jane’s finger.

“Holy shit. Is that what I think it is? Are you engaged?” Valerie’s eyes are wide open.

“It took you long enough to notice,” replies Jane with a smirk on her face.

“Some rich dude?” asks Valerie.

“Well, you could say that,” smiles Jane. “I have to go now, Valerie. My ride is waiting for me,” she says, flipping back her hair.

“Wow, Jane, I really underestimated you. You are damn sneaky,” Valerie attests.

“People aren’t always as they seem, Valerie,” Jane says. “Have a nice life.”

Jane walks down the hall with her bag over her shoulder, feeling very proud of herself. She goes to the limo and Robert opens the door. She looks up and sees Valerie peeking out the window at her. Jane waves at her and smiles, then crawls into the back.

“Where are you heading next, Ms. Jane?” asks the driver.

“Home, Robert. I’m going home,” Jane replies.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter 63

Each night over the coming days, Jane anticipates Brad coming home. She showers and sets up a table of chocolate and fruit, flutes of champagne, classical music, and rose petals all over the floor.

Each night when eight o’clock rolls around and he’s still not home. Jane feels disheartened and worried, wondering if something got mixed up.

One night, feeling completely frustrated, at 9:30, she lays on the bed and falls asleep. Two hours later, she feels someone kissing her belly and sucking on her tits. She wakes up afraid, but then sees Brad’s face.

“Oh my God! Where were you? You scared me! I’m so happy to see you!” Jane says, all mumbling and confused.

“Never mind. I’m here now,” says Brad, moving up to kiss her. He pulls her into his arms, carries her out of the room, and puts her on the hardwood table.

“I love what you’re wearing,” says Brad, noticing her skimpy selection of a bowtie and a purple G-string. “You look mighty skanky in that, if I may say so,” he says.

He spreads open her legs and puts her feet on the table. He pushes the G-string to the side and starts eating her out, licking, sucking, licking again, and then pushing his tongue inside of her.

He reaches up for her tits and grabs them, pushing her pussy further into his face. Within five minutes, she is squirting everywhere, all over his face, the table, and on his chest. He sticks his cock in her to feel the tightness of her pussy and pushes deeper and deeper, thrusting into her. Within minutes, his come fills her up. He screams out loud and pulls her body up to his and hugs her, his cock still inside her, reveling in the tightness of their connection.

He whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman, Jane. I love how you fit with me.”

“I love how you fit with me, handsome,” replies Jane. “I want you to fuck me forever.”

“Deal,” he says, kissing her deeply. He lifts her off the table and takes her over to the bedroom where they lay beside each other and fall asleep.

The next morning, Jane wakes up to the phone ringing. It’s her mom.

“Hi, Mom… Oh yes, I was just getting up. Brad came home last night. What, you want to speak with him? Here, I’ll pass the phone over,” Jane says, trying to wake Brad up.

“It’s my Mom,” she whispers. “She wants to talk to you.”

Brad wipes his eyes and is half-awake, half-asleep. “Right now?” he asks, a bit perplexed.

“Yes, she wants to hear the voice of the man I’m marrying. I hope you understand.”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed wearing only his tightie-whities. Jane sees the muscles sculpted on his back and the roundness on his shoulders. She feels so safe and protected with him, knowing he can take on the world.

“Hello, Mrs. Bryden,” says Brad with a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry, I’m just waking up. Yes… uh huh... Yes, I would like to marry your daughter. She is very special to me. How long have we known each other…?”

Jane waves her arms to try and get his attention.

She raises eight fingers and mouths, eight months to him.

He looks up and realizes what she’s saying, “Well, it’s been eight months, but it feels like forever. What do I do? Well, you could say I’m an investment broker. I do a lot of traveling as well… for business.”

Jane’s mom gives him what seems like a thousand questions. Brad tries to answer them without disclosing too much of his identity.

“Yes, I can’t wait to meet you, too. Thank you. It will be nice to have a sense of family again. Yes, both my parents died, and I was an only child. Thank you. Yes, I miss them a lot.”

Brad starts tearing up, not realizing how alone he has been feeling in his life. The warmth in Jane’s mother’s voice helps him feel comforted again, as if he is already a part of her heart and family.

When they hang up, he reaches over to Jane and pulls her closer to him. He starts bawling in her arms. She holds him and soothes him as he shares stories about how little compassion he has felt in his life, and how he has felt like an orphan since his parents died.

Jane had no idea how much grief he carried inside him, and she feels so lucky he can open up to her. It is the greatest feeling in the world and something that makes her love him even more. She had no idea her love could help one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She finally figures out how Brad really does need her and how she actually does have something to offer him.

“Welcome to my family, Brad. I’m so glad my mom can be your mom, too. You don’t have to be alone ever again, I promise,” Jane soothes, “You are my one and only.”

Brad looks up at her and sees the outline of her face, and marvels at how precious, sweet, and tender she looks. Her innocence glows through her. He can’t believe he met her and how loving she is. He reaches up to stroke her cheek and hair, tears still in his eyes.

“I love you, Jane. I will always love you.”

“I love you, too, Brad. You are the only man I want to be with.”

She bends down toward him, his head laying in her lap, and she kisses his forehead, his nose, and then his lips. She cradles him back to sleep in her arms, and they spend the day together in bed.

Chapter 64

A few months later, Jane, her mom, and the bridal party are preparing for the wedding. It’s a gorgeous backyard wedding on the ranch where Brad and Jane will live. It’s an open field with lilac bushes all around them.

Jane and her mom work on the table decorations, white with gold ribbon centerpieces, plus white and purple roses.

“Oh Jane, I really am so happy you are getting married. I honestly didn’t think it would be this soon, or ever, for that matter. But this is better than I could have imagined.”

“Really Mom? You never thought I’d get married? How come?” Jane asks curiously.

“Well, you know, we never exposed you to boys, and you were so focused on your path as a ballerina. You also didn’t show much of an interest in them. I especially didn’t think you’d marry this young,” her mom responds.

“Wow, I had no idea you thought that way, Mom. You and I really never talked about these things. It all just seemed off topic. Honestly, I had to figure all this out on my own, and the girls at school used to tease me because I hadn’t ever slept with anyone,” Jane says, recalling the hurt she experienced because of feeling so naïve and awkward.

“Oh Jane. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t equip you for the world. You are so special, and I really thought boys would have distracted you,” her mom confided, trying to comfort her.

“Well, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t be here today with Brad if I had been with anyone before. He was looking for a virgin, you know?”

“Really? Interesting. I guess this all has a way of working out. You’re still a virgin, right?” her mom smiles, hoping it is true.

“No comment, Mom,” Jane replies, turning her eyes away to look over at the next table to decorate.

“Here, let’s keep working over here.”

The sun starts to go down, and they only have a few more things left to put up. Brad is at the other side of the house with his buddies, and they have a huge spread laid out for a barbecue.

Jane and her mom walk together slowly, wanting to get all their special moments in.

“When did you realize you wanted to marry Dad?” Jane asks, surprised she never asked this before.

“Oh well, that’s quite a story, I have to tell you. Where do I begin?” her mom considers. “Well, honestly, Jane, my mother thought it would be a good idea to meet him. His family was considered to be the envied family in the town. They had the latest farming technology and had the most money.

“My mother would take me over to their farm all the time, from when I was a kid, right up to age 16. Finally, his mother forced him to ask me to the prom. He wanted to go with so many other girls, but his mom insisted he take me. So, he did… out of obligation.

“He was nice enough, though he ignored me most of the night to be with his friends. Then, that summer, for some reason he wanted to ask me out on dates. I later found out that his mom had coerced him to do it, feeling sorry for me, but also because my mom was a new board member in the community.”

As Jane’s mom is telling the story, Jane realizes her mom has never known love. She thought her mom and dad were pleasantly content with each other, but really, they never had feelings for each other. It was a marriage of convenience.

“Wow, Mom, that’s so crazy. Did you date anyone else other than Dad?”

“No, I really didn’t have a chance to. We just kept dating and then got married a year later. We took over his parent’s farm 10 years after that. It’s where we live now,” her mom sighs.

“That’s so… oh Mom… that’s so sad,” Jane comments, reflecting on how her relationship with Brad is so different—the passion, the aliveness, the sex, the tenderness, and the deep desire.

“Oh Mom, I’m so glad you didn’t pressure me to be with anyone, so that I could make the choice myself,” Jane acknowledges.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, dear. I never wanted you to end up the way I did. I knew I was missing something,” she says, looking off into the distance, “but we wouldn’t have had you, now would we?”

“Let’s go eat, Mom. We’ve worked hard for it.”

“Yes, let’s,” says her mom, picking up the pace.

Brad is chatting with his friends when he catches Jane’s eye.

“Jane, come over here, sweetie. I want you to meet everyone.”

Jane walks up beside him, and Brad wraps his arm around her.

“Guys. This is the love of my life. No kidding. This woman has caught my heart in ways no one else ever could. She has brightened up my life and turned it upside down. Don’t underestimate what comes in small packages!

“This is the woman I’m going to marry tomorrow, and I can’t wait to show her off to the world.” He leans over and kisses her in front of everyone.

His friends cheer, hoot, and cat call. “Go get ‘er, buddy.”

Jane looks over at her mom and dad, standing separately and not holding hands. Her mom has tears of joy in her eyes, seeing how much love is between her and Brad. Jane’s eyes well up, too, seeing how lucky she really is.

Chapter 65

At noon, Jane is in the room getting ready. Her mom is there helping her get dressed.

“Here, Jane, don’t forget the bridal garter for your thigh,” says Barb, one of Brad’s closest friends. “It’s a good luck symbol to make sure he never strays on you,” she says, opening the small box.

“I’ve never heard that tradition before, Barb,” Jane says, pulling the small garment out. “Besides, I know he would never cheat on me. That’s not his style.”

“Never say never. We can all use safety measures,” Barb says. “Even though you are the cutest ballerina out there, we want to make sure he only has eyes for you.”

“Oh, give me that!” Jane says, pulling it up her thigh. “There, does that make you feel better, Miss Cynical? I do hope one day you find true love, and you realize that not all men are pigs.”

Jane’s mom gets her to suck in as she does up the back of her dress. It is made of fine satin, a white dress with a corset for a bodice. The train is about 12 feet long with delicate pink flowers on it.

They put the veil on her head—a long one, reaching down her back. They fuss over her some more and primp her up before turning her to look in the mirror. Jane looks to see herself.

“Oh my gosh! Wow! I can’t believe how much you guys made me look like a princess. I can’t even recognize myself.”

“It’s because you are a princess, my dear,” whispers her mom. “It’s time you go out there to claim your prince.”

Jane starts welling up.

“No, you don’t, dear. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

Jane can hear the crowd gathering downstairs. The wedding will start in five minutes.

“Oh, Mom. Is this the right thing to do?”

“First of all, Jane, this isn’t the time to ask that. Secondly, yes, this really is. You are in love with each other. That’s all that matters.”

They turn around with the bridal party in front of them. Jane’s mom leaves to go to her seat downstairs.

The live harp music starts playing in the background as the bridesmaids lead the way down the winding staircase. Jane walks behind, feeling jittery and nervous. She takes each careful step down, lifting her gown so she doesn’t trip over it. She sees her dad at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her in tears.

When she meets him there, he reaches out his arm for her to take it. He leans over and whispers to her, “You look absolutely stunning. I’m so proud of you, Jane. I couldn’t have imagined a better life for you.”

Her dad has never said such kind words before. He was usually the quiet one at home, leaving her mom to do all the talking.

“Oh Dad, thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me,” Jane says. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Janey,” he says.

They walk down the aisle, through the crowd of 500 people, mostly Brad’s friends. People are taking pictures and videos. She hears gasps in the crowd at how beautiful she looks.

Even though Jane has danced in front of audiences full of strangers, today feels so different. She’s more self-conscious, feeling like she is transforming into a woman she has yet to know.

She sees Brad up ahead, dressed in a white tuxedo with a purple tie and cummerbund. He looks so dignified, handsome, and unbelievably sexy. He takes a breath in when he sees her. It brings out his gorgeous, green eyes.

Jane wishes she could just run up the aisle to be with him, hugging and kissing him right there. Instead, she patiently takes each step forward.

She makes it to the front and holds Brad’s strong hand, warm and tender. He leans over and whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you’re making me the luckiest man alive.”

Jane blushes, as if they are meeting for the first time.

The minister conducts the service, and gets to the place of offering the rings to each other.

“Will you, Brad, take Jane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

“Indeed, I do.” Brad smiles, putting the one-carat diamond on her ring finger.

“And do you, Jane, take Brad to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” replies Jane, putting the pure gold band on Brad’s finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Brad lifts her veil and leans in to kiss her. He holds her close to him and gives her the deepest, longest kiss it seems they’ve ever shared. The crowd cheers and stands up clapping and whistling.

The happy couple runs down the aisle, everyone throwing lilac flower petals at them, and following them out to the reception area outside. They all start the festivities while Brad and Jane slip away to the back guest room.

“Give me a quick peek of what’s under there,” Brad says, pulling her dress up. He lays her down on the bed and pulls her panties down.

“Jane Halliwell, let’s do something really naughty before our honeymoon, okay?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she repeats.

“Can I fuck you right here and now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Brad unzips his pants and rubs his cock around her pussy, getting her wet and turned on. He pushes himself inside of her, fucking her deep, fast, and hard. He bangs her while she thrusts her cunt against him, both grinding against each other.

They come at the same time… together. He holds himself inside her while she squeezes him with her muscles. Jane lays back, her whole body surrendering completely.

“Oh Brad, never stop fucking me,” Jane says.

“Never,” Brad promises.

They get cleaned up, change into their reception clothes, and head to the party.

Chapter 66

The next morning, Jane and Brad lay in their bed with champagne colored satin sheets, surrounded by flowers and fine wines. There is hardly any room for all the gifts everyone gave them.

Brad turns over and sees Jane lying on her belly. He eyes the outline of her back and ass, her smooth skin, and her hair resting delicately over the pillow. He gets a hard-on just looking at her. Leaning over, he kisses her spine from the base of her back up to her neck.

Good morning, Mrs. Halliwell,” he whispers into her ear. “You are the most beautiful creature alive.”

Jane moans and rolls onto her side, letting Brad spoon her from behind. He puts his arms around her belly and moves up to her tits, holding them in his hands. His cock gets harder and he presses himself between her ass cheeks, the tip of his cock right on her anus.

Jane reaches over and grabs the lube from the side table and hands it over to him. He squirts a lot on his cock and rubs her ass to make it all wet.

“Give me that beautiful cock, Brad. I want you right now,” Jane moans.

He slowly pushes himself into her ass and then pulls out. He feels her tightening and opening for him, which makes him get even harder. He goes in fully and pauses, holding her whole body against his.

“We are united, Jane. You and I will never let each other go. You are the most precious woman, and I will always take care of you.”

Jane feels his love pulsing through her and feels so relaxed and safe for the first time in her life. She relaxes her ass more to receive him, and he starts thrusting in and out.

He reaches down to play with her clit to get her excited. He comes inside her and she loses her mind with her own orgasm.

The sheets are sweaty, and they both moan with ecstasy. He cradles her in his arms and holds her like that for a good while in the same position.

“We are going to have a wonderful life together, Mrs. Halliwell. I have big plans for us,” he says.

There is a knock on the door and a voice quickly follows.

“Breakfast is ready.” They hear the footsteps walking away.

“I’ll get it, my love,” says Jane.

She wraps herself in the satin sheet and makes her way over. She opens the door to find a tray of fruit, mixed baked goods, mimosas, and a canister of coffee. She pulls the tray in and sets up the table.

“Time for breakfast, sweetie,” she announces.

He comes out with his bathrobe on and his hair disheveled. She goes up to him and runs her fingers through his hair.

“If only the rest of the world could see you as I do.”

“Well, that would be a scary thought,” he says, kissing her and grabbing her backside. “When we finish, I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?” she says.

They finish up and get showered and dressed. Then, Brad puts a blindfold on Jane and asks her to trust him.

“You know I always trust you, don’t you?” Jane says, smiling and giggling.

“Good,” he says.

They walk together down the stairs, and he takes her through the house. Jane has only been there for a week, so she hasn’t had a chance to tour the whole place. There are far too many rooms to explore.

She feels the change in temperature between rooms, and senses that they are going through a room with a pool in it, then a greenhouse. Finally, they end up in a room with hardwood floors.

“Okay, are you ready?” Brad says, untying the blindfold. “Open your eyes.”

She does and looks around. She sees the walls covered with mirrors and lined with wooden bars. A skylight shines through from the ceiling, and the floors are made from the finest pine. Jane is stunned.

“It’s your very own ballet studio, Jane. It’s all yours. You can teach classes here, practice, and make all your dreams come true.”

Jane tears up and looks over at Brad. “Oh my God, sweetie. I never… you shouldn’t have… oh I don’t even know what to say.”

“Just take it in, my dear. You deserve the best. You always have. You have so much to offer the world, and your grace is the most beautiful part of you.”

Jane puts her hands on Brad’s face so he can see her tears of joy. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. You really don’t.”

“Oh, I think I do. I really do.”

“I love you, Brad. You are the best man there is.”

“I love you, Jane.”

They kiss in the middle of the room, wrapping their arms around each other with dreams for a happy future filled with the kind of love some only dream of.