𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘
A U R E L I A :
" I applied here to get away from my family and to pursue my career. Not fall in love with my boss. "
R A I N E R :
" You signed a contract, Gold. That means you're mine and there's no escapi...
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" champagne & sunshine. "
MY EYES WIDEN at the sight of our private jet, the lights on inside making the huge vehicle stand out in the color black that paints the sky.
"God damn is it nice being rich!" I exclaim, hurriedly walking towards the stairs leading up to the opened airplane door.
I quickly pass Rainer, who's taking his sweet old time walking. I can hear him chuckle behind me as I walk up the stairs, admiring the gorgeous view of the full moon.
It's nearly midnight, the perfect time to get on a plane to go to none other than the fabulous Las Vegas. After all, the hours will only reset by the time we get there.
"Slow down, Aurelia." Rainer says behind me and I look back to see him walking up the stairs too. I only smile at him, moving up quickly but still carefully so as to not trip on my heels and drop my suitcase.
I'm greeted by a kind flight attendant, who offers to take my luggage to store it and gives me a kit with some necessities.
"Have a nice flight!" She says, taking my luggage with one hand and pointing to the rest of the private jet with her other.
I walk off to the side, watching another flight attendant take my luggage to store it somewhere while Rainer approaches the first one.
He looks at her with a deadpan expression before his gaze moves onto me as he walks away from the flight attendant, shoving his phone into his pocket.
I turn around and finally get a look of the whole private jet, my eyes are sparkling as they scan every inch of it. He chuckles behind me and I see him in the corner of my eye taking a seat on one of the singular seats that have a small, marble table along with it.
They have a damn bed here. A king sized one to be exact and it's covered with white sheets, just like the ones at hotels, and a fluffy comforter is laid on top of it.
I'm eager to get into it and stay there for the whole flight. Alone hopefully, but there's also a not-so-small part of my body that makes me want to lay in it with Rainer.
Doing what exactly? Probably fucking, though I wouldn't mind a cute moment of us admiring each other too.
I walk over to the end of the private jet that's hidden by a wooden barrier, revealing two more single seats with tables on either side. There's also a large TV on the left side, while an L-shaped couch facing it is on the other.
As I'm walking back to where Rainer is sat, I bump into a cabin crew member who smiles at me while the captain starts to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 1C3 with service from New York to Las Vegas. We are currently second in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately four minutes."
