Pulling his hand back, he holds his finger up for me to see. Even his hands are perfect. I imagine what it would feel like to have hands like that caress my body. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. But it soon vanishes when I notice the small piece of chocolate sitting on the tip of his finger. I’m immediately consumed with humiliation. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes when he places his finger in his mouth, sucking the chocolate off.
Holy hotness. I have an urge to clench my thighs together as a warm, tingling feeling spreads through my body. Far out. How could such a small gesture make me feel like that? I’m not used to being turned on. My job is more about me pleasing my clients, not the other way around.
Our eyes remained locked for what feels like an eternity. Our little staring contest is broken when I hear a voice beside me. Rupert. Shit. Mr Delicious looks from me to Rupert before bending to retrieve my magazines and chocolate bar from the floor. He clears his throat when he sees the page I’d been reading.
‘Looks like someone isn’t doing his job properly,’ is all he says, before placing them in my hands and briskly walking away.
I look down at the bold heading of the article. TEN WAYS TO ENSURE AN ORGASM DURING SEX. I feel my face flush as I give Rupert an awkward grin.
His tongue briefly dashes across his front teeth. Pointing at my mouth, he says, ‘You have chocolate on your teeth.’
Of course I do, and I smiled at Mr Delicious.
Somebody kill me now.
He has to be her father. Surely. She’s far too beautiful to be with someone twice her age. Unless she’s a gold digger and he’s her sugar daddy, but I didn’t get that impression about her, even though our encounter was fleeting. Come to think of it, I didn’t even get her name.
She could have anyone she wants—even me. She’s just my type.
Appearance wise, I’d say she’s just like all the other rich girls I know. I’ve been surrounded by her kind all my life. Meticulously dressed in her designer clothes, groomed to perfection. Spoilt and extremely high maintenance. In saying that though, she had one distinct difference: her sheer beauty far outweighs all of them put together. 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 hers, or those lips. I’ve never seen eyes that shade of green before. It took every ounce of strength I had not to pull her into my arms and lick that chocolate off with my tongue.
But there was something else, something endearing about her. An innocence. I chuckle to myself when I think of the chunk of chocolate that was on her front tooth. Utterly adorable.
Pushing all thoughts of her out of my mind, I take a seat in the member’s lounge. No point thinking about another man’s woman. That’s not how I roll. I hate that my father is a cheating son of a bitch. I swore to myself when I was growing up that I’d never follow in his footsteps.
Pulling my laptop out of its leather case, I boot it up. I still have a while to wait until the plane leaves, so I have time to check my emails and catch up on some work.
‘Can I get you something to drink, sir?’
A waitress is standing in front of me. ‘Scotch on the rocks please.’ I reach into my pocket to retrieve my World Elite Mastercard. After the day I’ve had, I need a stiff drink. When the waitress walks away, I scan the room. I freeze when I find a pair of familiar, beautiful, jade green eyes. I feel my lips curve up at the corners. Snickers is sitting a few metres away, staring straight back at me. Quickly lowering her head, she looks down at her lap before picking up one of the magazines and holding it open in front of her, concealing her pretty face. I can’t hold back my laugh when I notice the magazine is up the wrong way. If she’s trying to look inconspicuous, she’s failing miserably. I wish I knew her name. Referring to her as Snickers seems juvenile, but for now it’s the best I’ve got.
I continue to stare at the upside-down cover for a few minutes, but to no avail. She refuses to look my way again. At the very least she’s lightened my mood with her antics. I really should go over and introduce myself. Then I remember the gentleman she was with earlier.
But he’s not seated near her. It only takes a few seconds to spot him. He’s standing against the wall a few metres away from Snickers. His steely eyes are trained on me, his expression giving off a clear warning: Keep your distance.
Who is this man? Maybe he’s her minder, or bodyguard. If so, who is this woman? She could be a famous model. She definitely has the looks. Once upon a time I would’ve known who she was. I probably would’ve bedded her as well. I’ve been out of the loop for far too long running my father’s company.