Hooked after one night of passion

her age. Unless she's a gold digger and he's her sugar daddy, but I didn

e she wants, even me

perfection. Spoilt and extremely high maintenance. I can't remember the last time I was so overcome just by the look of a woman. Don't get me started on those exquisite eyes of

An innocence. I chuckle to myself when I think of the chunk

inking about another man's woman. That's not how I roll. I hate that my father is a cheating

I still have a while to wait until the plane leaves, so

omething to drink, s

need a stiff drink. When the waitress walks away, I scan the room. I freeze when I find a pair of familiar, beautiful, jad

azines and holding it open in front of her, concealing her pretty face. I can't hold

es to look my way again. At the very least she's lightened my mood with her antics. I real

tanding against the wall a few meters away from Snickers. His steely eyes are

yguard. If so, who is this woman? She could be

over the top of the magazine. At least she's turned it up the r

y drink and credit card sit

with an appreciative sm

Pulling a small piece of paper out of her bra, she h

rowing themselves at

ck of my throat. My eyes are again fixed on her over the brim of my glass. She's stil

jacket. It makes my cock stir. She's got a fine ra

red heels. Christ. Why did I let my mind go there? Adjusting my crotch, I

*

light being

ting. I decide to stay seated, so I can watch her leave. My eyes meet hers briefly. When she gives me a

arse. Fuck me, what an arse. The intoxicating swing of her hips has me hypnoti

et the hardened eyes of her gentleman friend as he follows closely be

re gate. I find myself hoping that she's seated near

on I see when I round the corner. Her eyes are closed. When I get closer I notice she has earbuds

s. What'sy his problem? His attitude is really starting to get unde

d her hand from here. Such a shame. I could have easil

attendant, for the duration of the flight. Could I get you some

I'm smiling again. Fuck, wha

stopping in front of me. "Mr Stone" she says, and g

, please. Do you have a

ns a few minutes later with my drink and

s for Miss Mcdwell. Could you

ou friends

ue, but I'll gladly be her friend if she

when Chloe walks towards her.

olate bar from Chloe then swings around in her seat. Her surprised eyes lock with mine

rows. For some reason, her gesture touches me. How can such a smal

k you" s

wishing I was that chocolate bar,

it about