Chapter 4 Four

"Very Good."

Mr. Peak looks over at me and smiles. "So is this your first time in a private aircraft?"

"Yes. It's impressive."

"It's one of my small ones. I want to land close to Gerald Lovell's Estate."

Oh my God. One of his small planes. Wait a minute, who is Gerald Lovell?! Is that someone I should know.

"Um, who is Gerald Lovell?" I ask.

That question elicits a little laugh from Mr. Peak. "Well, you certainly are new to the game. That's good. Gerald Lovell is the largest private owner of gold mines in the world. He is the seventh wealthiest man on the planet. His wealth exceeds mine by a factor of ten."

I almost lose my breath. We're going to Maui to meet a billionaire ten times richer than Mr. Peak!

The stewardess comes back with my drink. Mr. Peak raises his glass in a toast. "When we take off, thousands of people on the Westside of LA will see this private jet fly off into the skies over the Pacific Ocean. They will wonder who is in that plane? Where are they going? So a toast to us. We are up here while everyone is down there."

We bring our glasses together. We drink. We smile. The plane rolls to the runaway. A powerful thrust from the engine propels us forward. I look out of the window. The private jet takes off over Santa Monica. We speed into the sky. The ground below becomes smaller and smaller. The streets give way to the beaches of Santa Monica. And then the ocean. I look back at Los Angeles. Mr. Peak is right. There are thousands of people down there, looking at this private jet. They all know we are going somewhere special. Now, for the first time, I begin to understand where Mr. Peak is coming from. Once you go up, you never, ever want to come back down.

The jet keeps climbing up and up into the sky. The acceleration is exhilarating. This is certainly nothing like flying coach. My entire body tingles with the thoughts of what awaits me in Maui. Heck, I have never even been out of the mainland United States. My entire world is changing right in front of me.

I admire the cabin and then I stare over at Mr. Peak who is back on his phone. I wonder what he is doing. I just look at his forehead wondering how his mind operates. It's as though he is a higher function version of every other human being I have ever met in my life.

That tall blonde stewardess comes up to Mr. Peak again asking if he wants anymore drinks. My boss looks at her and smiles. I swear to God I want to throw her off of this f**king plane. She could probably steal my billionaire away from me with her f**king supermodel looks and her big perky ti**ts. Fuck her!

Mr. Peak looks over at me. "Is something bothering you?" he asks me.

"No, Mr. Peak."

My boss looks over at the stewardess. I think he knows exactly what's on my mind. Dammit.

This guy must be psychic.

"Does Allison bother you?" my boss asks me as he gestures to the super-model stewardess.

For the first time, I don't have an answer for my boss. I almost want to interrogate him like my last boyfriend. He leans in and says, "Does she make you jealous?"

I nod "yes."

Mr. Peak motions for the blonde stewardess to come over to him. I begin to get really nervous.

"Allison, I want you to take the next hour off. Sit down, get comfortable and watch the show," my boss says as he unfastens the belt on his chair.

What the hell is he talking about?

Mr. Peak moves over towards me and presses down my hands against the large leather armrests. He leans in and kisses me on the neck. Oh f**k. My entire body turns to jelly. "The nice thing about having your own private jet is that you can do whatever you want. You can get away with things that simply are not condoned on commercial airline flights."

My boss starts to unbutton my blouse. He opens it, exposing my heaving bre**asts stuffed inside my white bra. He runs his tongue down to my chest. Then he kisses my stomach.

Mr. Peak removes my blouse and leaves me in my bra and my skirt. He looks back at Allison who smiles and appears to be enjoying the show. She doesn't seem to be jealous at all. All of a sudden, I no longer fear the blonde Goddess. On this flight, Mr. Peak's attention is focused solely on me, solely on my body.

I feel my boss's hands all over my body. Dammit. He is so good at this. I look at the blonde, who seems to be getting aroused by this. Now, I've kissed a few girls here and there but I've never had another girl watch. This is a totally new experience for me.

I listen to the hum of the jet cruising into the clouds as Mr. Peak's hands run down between my legs. I throw my thighs over the armrests and close my eyes. Life can't get any better. "You are about to have some company," the billionaire tells me. I open my eyes and I see the blonde stewardess take off her jacket. I immediately get nervous. I close my legs and place my hands over my chest.

The billionaire looks me in the eye. "It looks like you are resisting me. I don't like when you do that, Sarah."

"I've never had a threesome before," I explain to my boss.

"Well, well, well. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit," he says as he runs his hands up my side.

The blonde walks up behind my chair and grabs my arms. She pins those arms over my head. I try to break free but f**k, this girl is strong.

Mr. Peak leans in and begins to kiss my chest. He unhooks my bra and starts to gently run his tongue over my nipp**les. Oh my God. That feels so nice.

My boss runs his tongue up to my neck and begins to kiss me. The blonde stewardess leans in and whispers into my ear, "You have beautiful bre**asts." Wow. All of a sudden, I don't hate this stewardess anymore!

Mr. Peak pulls down on my thong. My nak**ed flesh rubs up against the sumptuous leather chair. I feel my boss's strong hands run down between my legs. My face turns red. He looks me in the eye while he brings me closer to cli**max.

My body begins to shake. I break free from the blonde and grab Mr. Peak. I start to unbutton his shirt. This catches him completely by surprise. The blonde grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. Fuck, I want that man!

"Let me go! I want him! I want him now, bitch!" I yell. I've never felt like this in my life. My body has this animalistic rage.This blonde is keeping me from Mr. Peak. I break free and attack the stewardess. She is easily six inches taller than me. I rip open her blouse and try to choke her out.

I feel the strong arms of my boss lift me off of the ground. He throws me down onto the seat. He pushes the back of the seat all the way down until I am lying on my back. The entire six-foot, five inch frame of this hulking billionaire is on top of me. I am still fighting. I am still f**king crazy.

Mr. Peak looks at me. It's the kind of look that needs no words. He wants me to stop fighting. Like a faithful little girl, I stop and give Mr. Peak my full attention. "Why would you do such a thing young Sarah?"

"I wanted you. She was holding me back."

"So you violently attack a woman who could easily snap you into two."

"If that's what it takes to get you on top of me. Yes."

I look to the side and see the blonde buttoning her blouse back up. Surprisingly, the stewardess is not as shaken up as I thought she would be. Mr. Peak grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact with him.

He kisses me.

"I am very proud of you, cupcake. You are showing your loyalty to me. You are entitled to a little reward," he says as he kisses my neck.

Mr. Peak runs his tongue down to my chest.

Then he moves lower.

And lower.

Oh f**k!