Chapter Five
Lindsey
After two days of hashing out how this was going to go down, the day had finally arrived. It wasn't like I was getting married, but I was still nervous. Stacy was more of a little sister to me than my actual blood sister.
I had to be there and I had to make sure that I blended in. Gordon was a good choice. Maybe too good of a choice. At least he was a fun choice too.
I sashayed into his office, in my baby blue short fitting dress that had pearl embellishments with matching heels. A lot of the men in the lobby gave me serious looks and handed me their business cards.
As soon as they were out of view I threw them away.
Following Gordon's directions, I went up to the twentieth floor to his main office. I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity when I got off that golden elevator. It matched my style.
The secretary eyed me and I went up to her with a straight poker face. She didn't know me and I didn't know her. However, she had that yuck face on.
Wow, the basic characteristics of a jealous female.
"May I help you?"
I chose to ignore the attitude that spilled out of her mouth. Today was supposed to be a chill day, a nice day where I'd show up in freaking Canada for my best friend Stacy.
"I'm here for Gordon Glen."
"I'm sorry, but he's busy."
"I'm Lindsey Wilson, he's expecting me."
She gritted and looked on her computer while tapping her fingers on the keys.
She shook her head. "You're not in here. Sorry, there's nothing I can do for you."
Okay, now this bitch was trying my last nerve.
"Don't you have a phone? Do you know how to use it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and exaggerating a pose.
She crinkled her nose and laced her fingers together. "That's only for when people are scheduled. Now, I'll have to ask you to--hey! Where are you going! I'll call security!"
I went past her desk and marched down the hallway. Gordon was late, and his secretary was pissing me off. Not a good combination.
"Gordon!" I called out, still trying to sound professional and not bitchy. I'd save that for the secretary who decided to run down the hall after me.
There were double doors down the hall, and based on the design, it had to be his office. Just as I had reached for the handles, the doors opened and there he was.
His scent swirled around me while I was caught up in his choice of suit. Classic black tuxedo. He was sharp as fuck.
I had to calm down, wet thongs were just as irritating as wet panties.
"I'm sorry, I had a meeting that ran over," he apologized. "Are you--"
"Sir! This woman isn't supposed to be back here!" his ignorant secretary said, her face reddened with hot jealousy and anger.
"Yes she is. I gave you the info of her arrival."
I butted in. "That's weird. She said she didn't see it."
Her face dropped into a face of fear. "Oh. I must've been wrong then." She stepped back and swallowed.
I grabbed Gordon's arm and she looked away. I wasn't surprised that his own secretary may've had a crush on him. He is sexy.
"That indeed," he said to her. "Ms. Eden, please go over the schedules again while I'm gone. I have a wedding to attend to." We walked past her and I grabbed one of Gordon's ass cheeks (damn it was toned). She saw it and stormed off down another hallway.
"She was so close to being cussed out. She likes you."
"And you do too, right?"
"It was a competition and I won."
The elevator door rang, and a man looked up, his eyes bugging out.
"Well, Gordon, is this a friend of yours?"
He had a ring on his finger, so I knew he wasn't trying to find out my details.
But then again, a lot of married men were pretty promiscuous these days.
“Yes, this is Lindsey Wilson. Lindsey this is Richard, one of my longtime friends and a partner here at my company.”
“Nice to meet you. Wish we could stay longer, but we’re kind of late.” I glared at Gordon. Gordon chuckled and Richard shook my hand.
“Nice to meet you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Bye!”
That Richard person sure looked… abnormally happy…
***
Speeding cars were always fascinating. But being in a speeding Bentley, that was a thousand times better.
"If only this car was a convertible, I'd be standing in my seat screaming into the wind!"
"I'm glad you find this amusing, dear. I can barely feel the speed myself."
I smoothed my hand over the door of the car and concentrated how I felt.
"You can tell though if you pay attention. There's this wonderful feeling, like butterflies in your stomach. It's such a smooth ride with good suspension that you can barely feel a ditch in the road."
"Cars are your thing aren't they."
"They are. One day I'm going to buy a Lamborghini, paint it a pearlescent white, and take it on the track."
"You will too. I know it."
The traffic was going at a good pace. But then things began to slow down. I looked around to see if there was an accident, but couldn't see a lick. A traffic jam just up and fucking appeared.
Ugh!
"With this type of traffic jam, we're gonna be late!" I cried, sulking in my seat.
I told Stacy so many times I was going to make it. She even asked me to be her best woman.
Not being there would ruin it.
"This does look bad."
He messed around on his GPS to see if he could find another route. There was another option, but it was still five miles up ahead of us. And there was no telling how long it would take us to get there.
"Can't you call in a helicopter or something?" I asked. I wasn't joking either.
"Not with this, dear. Sorry," he said after a while. Was he really thinking that option over?
I sighed and looked at the clock in his car. Time decided it needed to move fast.
That plane was going to be gone in an hour.
"Shit," I groaned.
I took out my phone and looked at the other planes leaving out.
"Searching for another ticket?"
"Yeah. Can't book them online if they leave within an hour or two, but you can buy them in the station. It’s going to eat at my savings. But I have to get there."
Gordon placed his hand under my chin and tilted it, so I was looking at him.
"Don't worry. I promise you that you'll be there. On time."
One part of me screamed to not believe him, the other part of me won, making me believe him. "You better be right about that, rich guy."
***
My feet hit the pavement like speeding wheels. Gordon made an effort to stay close to me and kept up pretty well. My heels were stiletto, so that proved to be a challenge. Still, I was a stripper, so that meant that I had the best leg muscles, the strongest.
I made it into the airport when Gordon grabbed my hand.
"What? We're going to be late," I huffed. What was he doing, every second was precious and not to be wasted.
"Come with me. It'll be faster that way."
It was worth a shot. I followed him until we came up to double doors. Two men standing in front of them opened the doors, allowing us inside.
"Gordon, what's going on?" I asked. This wasn't a public part of the airport where anyone could've just strolled in. This was exclusive.
"You'll see."
I frowned. "You're always filled with some sort of secret, huh?"
We entered another pair of doors and my eyes were shocked. Talk about luxury.
"Wow. Don't tell me this is where all the super-rich come to fly," I exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a huge room, filled with a buffet, massage chairs, large TVs, and even a work station. There was so much here.
Everything was sparkling it was so clean and buffed.
"This actually belongs only to me. It’s a recent purchase," Gordon corrected, going over to a wine table and pouring himself a wine. Then he pointed out the window.
"Do you see that?"
I followed the direction of his finger. "The small jet?"
"Yes. That is a two hundred-million-dollar jet. We'll be taking that to Canada."
Gordon handed me a glass of wine.
"Wait, that small skinny thing?"
"Yes. I've went cross country and back a couple of times. It's a good and fast plane. Plus, the inside is quite spacious. Don’t let the outside fool you."
“Cross country, huh?” I walked over to the glass in the wall where you could see the jet. There were staff servicing it, and bringing it closer so we could board it.
Rich people had it easy. They didn’t have to dance in a room full of miserable drunk men unless they really wanted to. They could coast country to country without even waiting in a line. Bet even immigration didn’t bat an eye.
“Cool…”
“You’re not afraid of the air, are you?” Gordon asked me, clanking his glass with mine. This warm sensation of safety crept up my back and nearly sedated me.
“No, not at all. I like a little thrill in my life.”
I sipped on my wine, and the fresh fruity blends of grapes and what tasted like pears and citrus partied on my tongue.
“Wow, good wine.”
“It better be. It set me back ten thousand dollars for one bottle.”
“Set you back? Please, you didn’t even notice that,” I laughed.
Soon, a man in a gray mechanic suit ducked his head in. “Sir, we’re all ready for you and your lovely guest.”
“Thank you.” He turned to me. “Ready, Lindsey?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
This jet was fantastic.
It was on the small side, but not too cramped. Any bigger and that would have impeded the speed.
I sat down next to Gordon. He held my hand and my body froze. He was so different.
It was puzzling. There was something so…I didn’t know how to put it. But I liked it.
After the wedding, maybe we could stay good friends.
Just good friends.
Gordon reached under his seat, a puff of his cologne shot into my nose making me delightfully dizzy. He withdrew a box, it was flat and had a golden ribbon on it.
And fuck.
That reminded me. I forgot to give Stacy a present?
“Is this for Stacy?! Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to buy something. Thanks—”
“No, it’s for you. But don’t worry. I’m sure we can find something really quick once we land.”
I looked down at the black glossy box. “Then who’s this for?”
“You?” he said again with a smile.
I took the box slowly as if it were going to explode. It felt so odd taking the box. Maybe it was all the wine. Not that one glass would’ve done anything to me.
“Me? Cool. Um, can I open it now?”
“Go ahead.”
Gordon continued to look at me as I unraveled the delicate golden ribbon and opened the lid. Brilliant hues of rainbow and glimmers of light graced my eyes when I fully opened the lid.
“Wow, this is gorgeous.” And expensive. “Are these opals and diamonds?” This was my favorite combination. No one—not even Eliza knew I liked this combo.
“Yes. It suits you. So I wanted to get it since it’d look wonderful on you during the wedding.”
I gently grazed my fingers over to the top of the necklace and earring combo. The necklace looked like something out of the royal palace. The earrings were fashioned with tear drop shaped diamonds along to match the necklace. Opals crusted the top of the earrings.
I closed the box and placed the lid back on. Shaking my head, I said, “No, I can’t take this. It’s way too much.” This wasn’t a real relationship anyway. If I took this… then…
“Too much? Being in your company is worth more than these are.”
He wasn’t taking the box. Oh shit. He had to pull out the alpha male on me, huh?
I smirked. “Maybe I can give these to Stacy?” I teased.
“Absolutely not. I will purchase something for her once I see what she’s like personality wise. But this is a special gift for you. And you’re going to take it or else.”
“Or else what?” I sat the box on the mini table in front of us and folded my arms.
“Or else you won’t have a wedding date,” he said, grinning.
Shit, he knew what to say, didn’t he?
“Fine, fine. Kinda pricey for a girl who’s just a fling.”
“You’re more than just a fling to me…”
He placed a finger under my chin and turned my face to his. The touch of his skin was so warm.
“You’re not a fling to me…”
“I should be,” I whispered.
His hand trailed down to my breast where he slid a finger against the fabric over my nipple. I shuddered, and a delicious sensation flooded my panties.
“Looks like I might be joining the mile-high club.”
I slid off of my seat and down between his legs. Unbuckling his pants, I wasted no time getting his cock out. Shit, I saw that bead of pre-cum. I hoped this plane could handle rough sex.
I licked the bottom side of his cock, teasing his base and flicking my cold wet tongue over the top. It twitched in my hand and my pussy screamed for attention. No not yet.
“That tongue should be mine. This should be the only cock you taste for the rest of your life,” Gordon growled. He grasped the back of my head and shoved me down his hardening length. I could feel each painful throb of his cock in my mouth as I sucked it hard and massaged it with my tongue.
Fuck, I was gushing.
I tried to sneak my hand down to mess with my hard clit, but Gordon used his legs to stop me.
“Mmph,” I mumbled out in disappointment. No fun.
“It’s worth the wait, darling. I assure you.”
He began to rhythmically fuck my mouth, the tip of his cock going down to the back of my throat.
Sucking his cock was a new experience. It didn’t feel like I was doing this to get only my rocks off. But…I wanted him to enjoy it just as much as I did. Which was a first for me, because when I fucked, if I didn’t cum, then I didn’t give a shit what anyone else felt during sex.
Gordon flooded my body with new emotions. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for all of them right now. But fuck, this cock was a damn exception.