Amelia settled into her luxury seat in Blake’s private jet. She marvelled. Sure, she’d flown first class before, but this was something else.
The eight leather seats each had a window and were able to recline into a bed with a footrest. One could press a button and a pod would envelop the right side giving privacy. Each pod included an eighteen inch monitor and a special compartment that housed champagne glasses.
Amelia locked her hand luggage into the overhead compartment and settled into her seat, exploring the settings on her monitor.
All of her favourite movies were available. Must be a coincidence.
“Hell if I’m wrong, but I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
She felt moist lips on her neck and turned around with a smile.
Blake stood, smirking, looking completely arresting in a turquoise shirt, black tie and black pinstriped suit.
“Only in your dreams player.” She quipped
He laughed, planting his bum on the side of her chair.
“Great, now I feel underdressed.” She looked down at her black vest top and ripped jeans.
“Baby, I’ve just come from a meeting. You look perfect. If anything, you’re overdressed. I’d love to see you in a lot, lot less.” He arched an eyebrow suggestively.
She slapped his arm, “Go sit down Goldstein!”
“You comfortable? I’ve tried my best to get you everything you need.”
She raised an eyebrow, “That explains the films then?”
“My woman needs to be comfy, right?” he kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you Blakey, everything’s perfect.”
“I’m glad,” he smiled, “Do you need anything else?”
“No thank you, everything is fine.”
Blake strode over to the seat on the opposite side and pressed a button on the arm. The seat whirred into action, sliding across the aisle and clicking into place next to Amelia’s.
Amelia shot him a puzzled look, “What—“
“I didn’t want to leave you.” He said, shrugging off his jacket and sitting down, “Drink?”
“Whatever you’re having.” She replied simply.
He raised an eyebrow, “Scotch?”
“I’m not just a pretty face.”
He laughed, snapping his fingers and a stewardess appeared.
“Hi Holly, can I get two of the usual please?”
She smiled, “Sure thing Mr Goldstein. Miss Crawford,” she purred, “Can I get you anything?”
Amelia giggled, “The second’s for me.”
“Oh! I see.” Holly smiled again, walking off.
Amelia pulled up a blanket around her, “What’s the time?” she yawned
“6pm, I’m sorry I couldn’t get the plane cleared for earlier. You want to sleep Blondie.”
She yawned, “My boss has got me installing this new system, I was up all night.”
“Mia! Why the hell didn’t you say?”
She shook her head, “I wasn’t expecting an easy ride.”
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Remember Me?
RomanceAmelia Crawford is a high flying business executive. From a young age she has learnt to hold her own in a boardroom full of domineering, chauvinistic men and is often praised for her incredible intelligence, and breathtaking beauty. Blake Goldstein...
