Resisting the Billionaire Collection (23 page)

"You crazy bastard! You could have killed
us."

He was beginning to writhe in pleasure as
she rhythmically squeezed him.

"There was never any danger. I'm a very
experienced pilot. I just needed to do something." She was
thrusting and riding him more systematically now, her hands leaning
down on his chest her nails digging into his flesh.

"You were lying to me, to your brother, and
to your parents all this time." She was beginning to moan.

"I had to leave it all behind. In Tahiti I
would still have been Alex Drummond Junior, with the whole staff of
a seven-star luxury hotel--", he grunted in pleasure, thrusting
deeply upwards into her, involuntarily, "--people running around
after me, you couldn't have taken me for who I really am, just
plain old Al Drummond, just a guy crazy in love with you."

Melanie had gone silent now with white-hot
desire. She wanted to punish him more than ever but also to fuck
his brains out. She planned to do both at the same time. They had
just had the wildest screeching sex she had ever thought possible,
but now it was time to up the ante. She would drain him dry, break
his heart, and leave him for dead while his ghost screamed her name
in hell, crying out for more. She tossed back her long, wild,
flowing blonde hair and clamped down hard on him, harder than ever,
willing him to thrust ever deeper, to give more pleasure than she
had ever imagined possible and at the same time to finish him off
completely, compelling him to an orgasm that his body denied was
ever possible.

"You crashed a $60 million plane for me,
just so you could fuck me? You crazy, stupid, beautiful fucking
asshole." She screamed and then collapsed on top of him again as he
groaned out his last struggling orgasm.

They lay together for what seemed like an
eternity. At last, he forced his eyes open and began yanking
frantically on the handcuffs.

"Melanie, get these things off me now. I
need to get out of here."

She sleepily opened her eyes.

"Let's just stay a little while longer. I
don't want this moment to end so soon."

But he was insistent. "Melanie, come on. I'm
not asking. Just get these things off me. You've had your fun, now
let me go. There are things I need to do. Now."

Melanie sat up and began looking for the
key.

"Come on Melanie, goddammit, hurry up."

Her heart began to sink as she searched for
the key. Was this another side to Alex she hadn't seen? She finally
got the cuffs open and he jumped from the bed.

"Get ready to go. We have to be at the
airport in an hour."

"I don't understand, Alex. Honey, just tell
me what's happening."

"There's no time to explain. I need to make
some calls. You need to get your hands on a Drummond flight
attendant uniform."

"Now you really have me confused."

"You still work for Drummond Airlines,
right?"

"I guess so, I mean, wasn't that the final
outcome?"

"And I'm still part owner."

"Yes."

"Well, some things are more important than
lying in bed. Drummond Airlines is in trouble and that means we all
have to do whatever is necessary in order to keep it afloat, and
that means you and me, too."

“Okay, Alex. I'm sorry, I understand. I'll
call Margaret and let her know I need a uniform. She'll have one
ready for me by the time I get there."

He took her head in his hands and kissed her
on the forehead.

"Great, now you're talking. Have the driver
take you there." He was pulling on his clothes as he spoke. "I'll
meet you in the executive lounge in an hour." He headed for the
door.

"Alex, wait." She said.

He stopped and turned around. "What is
it?"

"I love you."

He smiled. "Yeah, me too. See you at the
airport." He slammed the door behind him.

Melanie sat in stunned silence for a minute
and then made the call to Margaret. Maybe this was just part of
being a billionaire's girlfriend. Whatever. She was still on the
payroll and needed to pay her mother's bills. She pulled her things
together and then buzzed the driver to collect her and drop her off
at LAX.

When she arrived at the airport, Margaret
was waiting for her at departures.

"Where the hell have you been, Melanie?
There's a planeload of people waiting for us. Get your ass in gear
and let's go!"

"What's going on?"

"We're short on crew. We need you to run a
first class passenger flight. The bigwigs are already sitting in
their seats. Come on! Move it!"

They ran to the executive lounge and she put
on the uniform Margaret gave her as quickly as she could. Soon they
were on the runway being driven to a small, private luxury jet.

"Who are these people?" She asked
Margaret.

"Private group, all big shots. No room for
screw-ups. That's why I need you with me."

She looked up and saw the pilot waiting at
the top of the air stairs. He looked anxious.

"My God," she said, "is that Alex?"

"You mean Captain Drummond? You betcha."

He was waving frantically. When they got
within earshot, she could hear the urgency in his voice.

"Come on guys! What's the holdup? We can't
afford to mess this one up. Melanie, get your ass in gear."

The two friends jumped the air stairs two at
a time and then stopped to make a dignified entrance onto the
plane.

First class was filled with people she
didn't recognize. The curtains were already pulled to separate it
from the rest of the small but very luxurious plane.

Alex ducked into the cockpit, swearing
impatiently under his breath and then his stern, deep voice came
over the PA system.

"Apologies for the delay, ladies and
gentlemen. Just some additional precautions to assure your safety
and comfort as you enjoy your flight today."

"Precaution by the name of cabin crew member
Melanie Hutchinson." One middle-aged, elegant, and very
well-preserved lady sneered.

Melanie took her take-off seat in front of
the lady and directed her gaze to the floor. Be professional. This
was obviously an important flight for Drummond Airlines, which
meant it was important for Alex, and therefore, more important than
ever for her.

The small jet began taxiing to the runway
immediately and within minutes, they had taken off. As soon as they
were at cruising altitude, she went to the galley for a briefing by
Margaret and to begin service to what would obviously be a
demanding clientele.

"God, I feel so confused today." She to her
friend as she smoothed her slightly rumpled flight attendant
uniform down over her hips.

"Well, just pull yourself together Mel." Her
Margaret said. "We don't have time for that today. These guys can
make or break this airline."

"Who are they?"

"No time to explain. Here, grab this and get
out there." She pushed the service trolley to Melanie and then
turned back to the galley counter.

Melanie began to back out. She was so
keyed-up that she let out a shriek as her heel dug down into the
patent leather shoe behind her.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry sir." She turned
around and came face to face with Alex in his pilot's uniform. He
was tall, muscular, tanned, his thick wavy dark hair still tousled
from their time in bed together. His square jaw line was set with
determination. He put his hands to her shoulders.

"Melanie. For God's sake, just calm down,
will you? I can't afford to screw this up."

"You're right, Alex -- I mean Captain
Drummond -- I'm sorry. I'll get moving."

"Just hold on a minute. I need to make sure
you're ready for this. Now take a deep breath."

Her heart was racing. She had to force
herself to stop and breathe.

Alex smiled. "God, you are so sexy when
you’re hot and bothered." Margaret lifted her head up from her
work.

"Hmm," she said, "it's getting kind of hot
in here for me. Why don't you let me handle the first service?"

"No, Margaret," Melanie protested, "really,
it's okay." But it was too late. Her friend was gone, leaving her
alone with Alex in his smart Captain's uniform.

"I'm so sorry, Alex. I don't know what's
come over me."

"I don't know what's come over me, either."
He was still smiling.

"I've got to get out there and help
Margaret. I'm sorry. I won't screw up again." She went to squeeze
by him but he blocked her way. She felt her heart beat faster. What
the hell was going on?

"Where are you going?" He said.

"I've got work to do, Mitch. Let me out."
She put her soft white hand to his strong forearm but he didn't
budge.

"What did you call me? Did you just call me
Mitch?"

"No I didn't. I called you Alex. Now come
on, stop kidding around. These people are important to you -- to us
-- to everyone at Drummond Airlines."

"I'm the Captain here, Melanie and I'm
telling you I need you right here. There’s something I want to
discuss with you."

Melanie's head began to spin. There was a
weird déjà vu about the whole scene; the whole situation. Her heart
was racing and she didn't know why. Alex was way too close to her
for a captain on duty to be speaking to a flight attendant. Her
skin tingled with excitement.

"What's it about, Alex? Can't it wait? I've
got a whole planeload of people to look after."

"This is much more important than them." His
lips came closer.

"Alex--" He pressed his mouth to hers and
she felt all her will power collapse, her fears vanish as his arms
surrounded her, and their tongues explored deeply. Alex reached
behind him and drew the curtains over while he lifted her up
effortlessly to sit on the counter in front of him and then kissed
her again, longingly, passionately, powerfully. Her excitement
began to rise to fever pitch then Alex pulled his lips away from
hers and he drew the curtains back again. Melanie opened her mouth
to question him but he stopped her.

"Don't speak Melanie, not yet."

He picked her up in both arms and then
carried her out into first class where the passengers watched them.
She was so confused she couldn't tell if they were all smiling and
laughing or glaring in anger. She looked around and the dividing
curtains between first class and the rest of the plane were
aside.

She saw her mother in the front row, beaming
with joy.

"Alex, what's going on?"

"Shh," he said, "It's still not time for you
to speak."

She looked around some more and saw Mr. and
Mrs. Drummond, also smiling, then noticed her friends from the
various departments at Drummond Airlines. She was too stunned to
think.

Alex set her down in the middle of the plane
and then steadied her with his strong, comforting hands.

He went down on one knee and reached inside
his jacket to take out a small box. Melanie's heart almost
stopped.

"Alex, no--"

He put his fingers to her lips. "Still not
yet."

He opened the box carefully and the sparkle
of diamonds glinted. Melanie began to choke up.

"Melanie Hutchinson, you and I met at 10,000
feet, our current cruising altitude, and I knew it was love--" now
it was Alex's turn to choke up. "I knew it was love at first
sight."

There were sighs and murmurs of contentment
from the assembled passengers, most of whom were now on their feet,
holding cameras, video recorders, and mobile phones to capture the
moment. Everywhere Melanie looked, she recognized another familiar
friendly face wishing her goodwill.

"Melanie Hutchinson, will you please do me
the honor of becoming my wife?"

Melanie blinked her eyes and swallowed hard.
It had to be a dream. No matter how hard she blinked, every time
she opened her eyes it was still there. Alex Drummond, her lover
and hero on bended knee before her. Friends and family were
everywhere she looked, all surrounding her with love.

"Melanie, dear." She heard her mother say.
"Go on and say something. Don't leave this poor young man
hanging."

"Melanie." Alex said. "Now I need to hear
you speak."

"I think we all do." Mrs. Drummond said. The
atmosphere changed from elation to fraught tension. Suddenly a
pocket of turbulence caused the plane to bank sharply and there was
a gasp of shock from the crowd. When the plane leveled out, Melanie
was in Alex's arms, gazing up into his eyes.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Speak up honey." Her mother said. "We can't
hear you."

Tears flooded her eyes and Alex watched her
anxiously.

"Yes." She shouted out into the crowd. "I've
loved this man since the first moment I met him."

The crowd roared its approval as their lips
locked passionately together.

The End

Tempted