"I don't think of it as luck or chance, Miss (l/n). The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said, 'The...
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He slides the curtain closed with a rattling sound. I sit down in my allotted seat, and he crouches beside me to strap me into my seat. He's so close and intent on what he's doing. If I could only lean forward, my nose would be in his hair. He smells, clean, fresh, heavenly, but I'm fastened securely into my seat and effectively immobile. He glances up and smiles, like he's enjoying his usual private joke, his brown eyes heated. He's so tantalizingly close. I hold my breath as he slowly stands up, lips getting closer to mine.
"You're secure, no escaping," he whispers, his eyes are scorching. "Breathe, (y/n)," he adds softly. Reaching up, he caresses my cheek, running his long fingers down to my chin which he grasps between his thumb and forefinger. He leans forward and plants a brief, chaste kiss on my lips, leaving me reeling, my insides clenching at the thrilling, unexpected touch of his lips.
"I like you strapped down," he whispers.
What?
He sits down in front of me and buckles himself into his seat, then puts a thumbs up to the guy who is standing outside the window. The guy runs off and the Jet starts up. I don't know why but my stomach starts to do flips.
"Once we get into the air and I can take my seat belt off, I'll get you some water and medicine to help you fall asleep," he says, smiling softly at me, He's so bipolar that I'm starting to think that's the real reason my head is pounding.
"Is this you first time on a private Jet." Aaron's deep voice is in my ears through the pounding. I look up and grin at him.
"Of course. It's not everyday you see one of these lying around" I say sarcastically. He turns and chuckles at me.
"Very funny," he states and winks at me.
Winking... Aaron!
"Are you ready?"
I nod wide eyed.
"Here we go," he adds to me. The jet slowly starts down the runway, getting faster and faster then smoothly into the air.
Baltimore disappears in front us as we head into U.S. airspace, though my stomach remains firmly in Maryland. Whoa! All the bright lights shrink until they are twinkling sweetly below us. It's like looking out from inside a fish bowl. Once we're higher, there really is nothing to see. It's pitch black, not even the moon to shed any light on our journey. Hotchner gets up at some point to go get me water and medinece, he also comes back with paperwork and a frustrated face. I'm to excited to sleep so I stare at his face. I wonder what he's thinking?
"Eerie isn't it?" Aaron's voice is in my ears.
"I bet you seen it a thousand times?" I glance out the window then back at his mysterious face.
"Yes, but this ones different." He glances and grins at me.
"As soon as we land their will be a car waiting for us to head to my house. My son, Jack is not home tonight so it should be fine."
