Saved By A Billionaire Brit (11 page)

I held out my hand, but Sharon leaned over and hugged me instead. I wanted to feel something, but I was still too stunned.

"In a few days when you've recovered, you will absorb all that happened. I hope you can be happy then. Looking around at all this, I'm fairly sure you will be more than happy. I'll get the address from Robert so we can send your check, but we won't give your location to anyone. Watch the American newspapers. The arrest will probably make the news."

"Thank you, Sharon. I'm certain you will be very successful in your new career. In fact, you're a hero."

"So are you. It took a lot of courage to do what you did in the midst of all that confusion. I know what it is like to be brave in the face of fear."

She spoke briefly to Robert and then dashed down the stairs. I was asleep before the cabin door closed.

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I
'm not sure if I woke up briefly after the plane took off or if I had a dream. Paris was spread out against the dark sky like jewels on black velvet. I remember the lights up and down the Eiffel Tower and how impressive they were. In my dream Robert was kissing my neck while I slept. I was thankful for the blanket because I left Santorini wearing a sun dress with tiny straps. The Paris night in late summer seemed frosty.

An hour or two later I awoke in a lazy fog and heard that sexy British accent.

"I fancy cutting the straps on your dress and rolling down the top to look at those gorgeous nipples. Are you awake yet? If you aren't, I might do it anyway. I often stay awake at night wanting your breast in my mouth. You can sleep while I suck. Then when you wake up, I can finish your dream. I'm about to explode."

I giggled about how different I felt. This was almost the same conversation I had a few hours ago with another man on another plane.

I heard Robert unbuckle his seat belt and get up. I opened my eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I talked myself into cutting those straps. I'm going to the galley to get some scissors or a knife."

"Wait, you don't need to do that."

"But it sounds like so much fun."

"Robert, turn around. The straps tie behind my neck." I reached under my hair and untied the bow. The dress didn't fall down because there were bands of elastic above and below my breasts. I started pulling the top down slowly. Robert didn't move. Seconds later I could feel the cold breath of the air conditioner on my nipples. They began to react, tightening into circles. As the nipples began to point upward, my breasts swelled. I watched Robert's face light up like the Paris night.

"I thought you were braless, but that seemed too good to be true. My fantasy has become a reality." He hurried back to the couch and grasped me by both breasts. Then he fingered the nipples and bent to lick each one in turn, making them even tighter. When he finished admiring them with eyes and tongue, he pulled a nipple far into his mouth, then stopped for a moment and looked at my face.

"Was that too hard? Did it hurt?"

"If you call that hurt, I want you to hurt me. And keep on hurting me. But should I be naked in here? Will someone come in and see me, see us?"

"No one will come in. But if they do, they better pretend it didn't happen. I can't wait any longer."

"Are you a bit of an exhibitionist?

"Isn't everyone? Don't you have any secret longings? I suppose I might like to spend summer solstice nude in the moonlight of an ancient stone circle. Would you like to be there with me? Is that the sort of thing that might excite you? Right now it is just a fantasy, but I hope to satisfy another fantasy. I never realized until now, but apparently I've been dying to make love to an FBI agent on my aeroplane. You're such a surprise, a woman of many talents."

"I'm not exactly an agent. My real title is informant, although it seems I did a bit more than informing. But so did you. My whole mission would have been a failure without you. Now I have another surprise for you."

By that time Robert was sucking even harder on my other breast. I pushed him off the nipple, and it stretched out like a rubber band. I pulled a scarf belt from my waist and knotted it around Robert's wrists, tying one hand to the other. I pushed him against the back of the couch, leaving the top of my dress bunched around my waist. There was some kind of service table just behind the sofa. He lay back on the soft pillows while I lifted his hands above his head and tethered them to part of the table. I worked on his belt and slacks and was quickly rewarded with moisture down the entire length of his shaft. When he was exposed and bound, I straddled his lap.

He gasped when he realized I was rubbing my bare skin across his erection. He had no idea I was totally naked under my dress. That resulted in a splash of love juice as I slid back and forth. It was so wet. When he arched his back, he slipped in and out easily. After a few minutes I slid down his shaft with such passion he shouted.

"Oh, Robert. It feels so big when I sit on you." Actually I was on my knees bouncing up and down on him. I knew from the moaning he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. He was trying to clench and pull back his hips to make it last, but it didn't work. I love making a man lose all control, and he did. It was too easy. I had the advantage because it was the first time I had attacked him so aggressively. We joined the mile high club half naked in the main cabin of the plane. I wasn't expecting it so quickly, but I came too.

Afterward, I had to look for the bathroom, but I came back with a towel for Robert. He hadn't moved.

"You will have to untie me. And that was the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had. I've never been tied up before tonight."

I smirked, "I've never tied anyone before. You are meeting the new Alexa. I think we will enjoy getting acquainted again. In fact I'm getting to know myself all over again. I'm going to take a quick shower while you find the snacks John brought aboard. I'll meet you in that bedroom I haven't seen yet. Leave the door open so I can find it." I began to wonder what to use for sleepwear. I had two clean dresses, the sun dress I was wearing, and no lingerie. I grabbed my travel bag and purse.

After the shower I wrapped myself in a towel and found Robert in a small, but luxurious bedroom. He had a tray with exotic French salads and warm, cheese sandwiches.

"I like the towel, but is that what you intended to wear?"

"To be perfectly honest, most of my clothes are still in the Greek Islands. Adventures in law enforcement seem to require a quick exit." I suddenly realized I had worn a towel twice that day. I gave Robert a quick recitation of my limited wardrobe.

"Well, if you are cold, there are thick dressing gowns in all the closets, even in the loo." He jumped off the bed and opened the closet door.

"Gowns? Are those gowns?"

"I think Americans call them 'robes.'"

He quickly wrapped me in a cotton robe, and we had snacks in bed. I didn't know much about Parisian salads, but I had a delicious moment. I didn't ask about the ingredients until I'd finished. I hate tuna, and I'd never heard of bulgur wheat, but I loved the mild, white fish and crunchy, bulgur wheat salad.

I was also falling deeply in love with Robert. He stroked my hair and kissed me lovingly.

"I know you haven't had time to adjust to all this, but I need to clarify my situation as much as possible. I don't use this aeroplane all the time. John and I flew to Greece on a commercial airline. I also lease the plane out for charter flights. Don't misunderstand. I do use it for special occasions. And we can continue to do that when the charity isn't using it. Does that disappoint you?"

"Are you kidding? I would have been thrilled if you drove to Paris in a car. I had no idea you would arrive in something like this. If we can use it from time to time, that would be incredible. I love to travel. Can we use it to do research for my writing?

"We certainly can. And I want you to understand something important. I would have gotten on the plane to help you, no matter what else was happening anywhere in the world. It was just lucky the planes were already loaded for Africa. We had to leave straightaway, but that wasn't a problem. I was keen to make you safe. Now that we have everything sorted out, where would you like to go next?"

"Well, I fell in love with Greece while we were there. I'd like to write a novel about Delphi next. I didn't get to go there while I was in Athens. It can be done on a short trip, a day tour from Athens. Did you know that the Delphi oracle was active for one thousand years? That is about five times longer than the United States has been an independent nation." I didn't mention my Santorini novel was still just a vague outline. At least I had some money coming from the government. I made a mental note to mail Rex's New York apartment key to a friend so she could attempt to save my belongings.

"Alexa, do you realize you don't have to work anymore? Of course, if it is your passion, I want you to continue. It's up to you. I'll help any way I can."

"Well, I won't be writing much for awhile. It's going to take time to get settled in a new country. And I want to be with you as much as possible. I'm sure you realize how difficult it was to be in Greece without you. I was miserable after you left."

"I can hire people to help you get settled. My home has plenty of space, but it is a flat, not a posh estate. My mother has a country house just outside of London. She can open a wing on the main house so we can spend weekends in the country. She is lonely there since my father died."

I laughed, "I think you have forgotten that my belongings are still in Greece. It will be weeks before I get anything from New York, if ever. I won't be needing much help. But don't worry about me. I plan to spend my government pay buying clothes and necessities." Living without clothing was somewhat weird, and I wanted to change the subject.

"So tell me, darling. I need to know something. Why me? Why would a British philanthropist be attracted to a girl with a Texas twang, especially one who went mental right after he met her? I can't imagine what was appealing about a weeping woman."

Robert laughed loudly. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? Even covered up on the beach, you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. The very next day you were like a broken butterfly. I was already mesmerized, so I couldn't leave you in that condition. Because of my interest I got to know a writer who works for the FBI, loves to travel, and speaks with a Southern accent. And I didn't even mention you are developing some really delicious, sexual talents. Is that enough? And now it's your turn. What would make a talented American woman leave her own country to experience life in England?

"You must remember you were completely naked the first time I saw you? I thought you were a dream until that night at the hotel. Later I was impressed by your mission in life and your good heart. And what woman could resist a man who races to the rescue when she calls?"

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A
few months later ...

W
e stopped in Athens on our way back from Africa to do a quick tour of Delphi, but that's the subject of an entirely different book. In London, Robert's flat turned out to be a very large house with a yard front and back, though he calls them "gardens." The official description is semi-detached villa with garage and off street parking. It's in the Kensington area just blocks from the Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park. There is a live-in maid with her own room on the bottom floor. He wanted to hire a cook as well, but since we were often gone during the day, it seemed a waste for now. We eat out almost every day and sometimes pick up our evening meal on the way home.

In some ways London is a lot like New York. Parking is almost impossible, so cars are somewhat useless unless you want to travel outside the city. That is especially true for me since Brits drive on the opposite side of the road, a terrifying prospect. Robert was so concerned he offered to hire a driver for me, but that seemed ridiculous because of the expense and the parking problem. London has great taxis, so I use the black cabs to go almost everywhere. I am taking art lessons in acrylics, and Robert is cleaning a store room at the charity to make an art studio for me. Robert's charity work is so important that I like to volunteer there when I can. I spend the rest of my time writing, exploring London, and shopping. So far I have seen Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London, most of the art museums, and the British Museum. I particularly loved the Turner exhibit at the Tate. The museum has one large room filled with unfinished Turner paintings. These works clearly reveal the artistic methods of Impressionism's British ancestor. My other favorite place is the reading room in the British Museum. The great British author, Lawrence Durrell, was self-educated in that reading room. His name is engraved on the wall. Of course, I took a photo of it, along with Beatrice Potter's name.

Though we often go to the country on weekends, I really love Sunday mornings in London. When the weather warms, I want to fix brunch for Robert on the rooftop terrace, but today it is cold and rainy. We are seldom totally alone, so staying home is a rare pleasure. I made quiche, hash browns, and toast to eat in the breakfast room.

Robert leaned over my shoulder with the Sunday papers. "Here is another story about your FBI mission. I'm still not clear on how he embezzled all that money."

I hadn't read much about Rex's arrest since the week it happened. "Have you read the article yet?"

"Some of it. I was hoping you could explain what you think happened."

"All I know is that Sharon was investigating Rex for several government agencies. When the investment firm ran into trouble with their finances, they illegally dipped into client accounts, trying to hide their financial problems. Rex used the investment company cover up to steal over a billion dollars and spirit it away to Swiss banks. Now thousands of clients have lost their personal investments."

"Most of the article concerns how the government recovered a small part of the money and appointed someone to continue the recovery and return it to the clients who lost their money."