What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (57 page)

Max and I texted and talked on the phone over the next couple of days. He told me all about his trip and I filled him in on how my week was going. But mostly we talked and teased about our upcoming weekend in New York.

Grace called Wednesday morning as I was driving into work. She had done exactly what I asked her to do.

“He’s been to work the last two days,” she said.

Several days ago when I told her I had something for her to do, that’s what I was talking about. All I wanted was for her to find out if Chris was back home, making me feel safe knowing he was no longer in LA, and that’s exactly how I felt upon hearing her news.

“Thank God,” I said.

“I think you mean, ‘Thank Grace.’”

“Uh, I wouldn’t push it if I were you,” I said. “You’re a big part of the reason all of this happened in the first place.”

Her tone shifted to apologetic again, but I told her to forget it.

“Thanks for checking it out,” I said. “You still haven’t told Mom and Dad, right?”

“No way.”

“Good.”

“So,” she said, changing the subject, “have you met anyone?”

I wanted to tell her about Max. I really did. I just wasn’t ready to divulge it to the world yet. And I didn’t want her to fret, like I knew she would. She had been just as skeptical of my new life in LA as my parents had been. While my parents were mostly disapproving, Grace was worried about me. All the more reason not to tell her just yet.

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he rest of the week was uneventful. I was glad I didn’t have any more interviews with prospective clients. I could focus on my work, which mostly involved coordinating with our PR team to make sure our clients’ social media accounts were current. That also involved responding to fans. Before I got this job, I had no idea how much of the interaction between fans and stars was really between fans and PR folks.

When I got home Friday afternoon, there was nothing to do but wait. I had already packed and Max was sending a car for me. He was coming back from Vancouver—all the way to LA to pick me up, then we were off for New York City.

I sat on the couch, using my phone to browse Twitter, all the while thinking about how I had my first flight when I was twenty, and now I was about to take my second private plane ride in as many weekends. What a whirlwind this was turning out to be.

I got a text from Max: Car should be there any minute.

I wrote back: Great! Can’t wait to see you.

Max: I’ll tell the driver to step on it.

Me: Haha. Where are you now?

Max: About to land in Burbank. Are you hungry?

Me: For you.

Damn. I shouldn’t have sent that. Ah, what the hell—it wasn’t like I was playing hard to get anymore.

Max: You’re a bad girl. I like it.

Me: I’m not hungry.

Max: Too late. I already ordered your food. See you in a bit.

A few minutes later I was in the backseat of a black Rolls Royce. The driver was an older gentleman named Samuel. He asked me if I’d like a drink on the way. I declined and he closed the door, then whisked us off toward the Burbank airport.

“Excuse me,” I said.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Is this…are you…do you work for Max?”

“No, Ms. Rowland. Not directly. I work for myself, actually. Mr. Dalton is one of my clients.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sorry to disappoint, ma’am.”

I looked at the review mirror and saw him looking back at me. “I’m not disappointed. Sorry if I sounded that way.”

“It’s quite all right, Ms. Rowland.”

“Call me Olivia.”

He nodded his head. “I’d rather not, if you don’t mind. I like my business to be of the highest class, so while you’re free to call me Samuel, or whatever you’d like, I’d prefer to call you Ms. Rowland or ma’am, if you don’t mind.”

“What’s your last name?”

“Garvey.”

“Okay, Mr. Garvey, you may call me Ms. Rowland.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

He didn’t laugh out loud, but in the mirror I could see the corners of his eyes scrunch up, so I had at least brought a smile to his face.

By the time we got to the airport it was dusk. A beautiful sunset was at the end of the runway. Max’s private plane sat on the tarmac, the door open and the steps down. When Mr. Garvey turned toward the plane, I saw Max standing at the foot of the stairs.

He wore a tight white t-shirt, jeans, and black hiking boots. So simple, yet so fucking hot.

Before Mr. Garvey could get out to open my door for me, I asked, “He probably does this all the time, right? I mean…takes girls on his plane to impress them?”

Mr. Garvey didn’t say anything, nor did he move.

I looked out the window at Max walking toward the limo, getting closer and closer, and I realized Mr. Garvey wasn’t going to get out to open my door.

He also wasn’t going to answer my question. That’s how loyal he was to Max. But his loyalty wasn’t what was on my mind.

All I could think about was whether I’d gotten myself into something more than I could handle.

And it wouldn’t be long before I would find out.

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abitha wrestled to stake a claim on her armrest with her elbow and once again failed. Being on a plane bored her. Tabitha liked the actual flying, the sensation of being in the air and the beautiful views out the window. However, being trapped in a too tight seat with stale air was not her idea of fun. She’d prepared by bringing food, books, and music, but none of it held her attention. As a last resort, Tabitha attempted to sleep so she could arrive rested. So far, no such luck.

It wasn’t noisy passengers or a child kicking her seat; it was the anticipation of her first trip to Hawaii. In addition, this was one of the longest flights she’d ever experienced. She’d changed planes in Chicago, and the Chicago to Hawaii leg was nine hours long. Even going to Europe, she hadn’t been on a plane ride that lengthy with no respite.

Fidgeting in her seat, Tabitha searched for a comfortable position.
Could they make these things any smaller
? She didn’t feel she was that tall at 5’9”, but her knees were jammed into the back of the seat in front of her. She wasn’t a twig. She considered herself average. Still, her hips touched the armrests on both sides of her.

Tabitha shifted in her seat again and the seam of her pants rubbed against her clit, sending a pleasurable zing through her body.
Wow, that felt good
. She glanced around at her fellow passengers. Some were napping and a few were still trying to watch the in-flight movie. The man next to her had his face buried in a newspaper and his elbow on the armrest.
Do I dare continue
? Perhaps the restroom would be better. Once the thought crossed her mind, she immediately rejected it. She’d been in the lavatory an hour earlier, and it had been absolutely filthy. Membership in the mile high club must be lagging. Maybe it was best if she flew solo.

The light was dim in the cabin, and Tabitha didn’t think anyone noticed her movements. She tentatively shifted again. The fabric bunched in just the right spot. She couldn’t resist, and frankly, she didn’t intend to. She shifted her hips side to side very slowly, almost imperceptibly. Her clit swelled with arousal.
Should I do it?
At home, she’d always used a vibrator, but she hadn’t brought it with her, fearful that an airport TSA agent might start waving it around. Besides, she would be sharing a room with her friend, Barbara, and didn’t expect to have time for such private things.

Tabitha continued to shimmy her hips, glancing around again. No one seemed the wiser. She felt very naughty, masturbating right here on the plane in full view of all the passengers. Surprisingly, the idea heightened her arousal. She clenched inside as heat built within her.

Tabitha touched her breast with her fingertips as if sweeping away imaginary crumbs from a snack. Her nipples puckered.
I can’t believe I’m doing this
. Again and again, she rubbed against the raised seam of her pants. Inside, her panties were getting wet.