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  “Thank you,” she says to the cab driver. “I hope you have a wonderful day.”

  “You’ve already made it wonderful for me,” he responds, in a completely genuine way.

  Nervous, Jane put one foot in front of the other, the way she was trained in finishing school. She is delicate, graceful, and so anxious. She has a light scarf wrapped around her head and she is wearing dark sunglasses, enough to cover her uncertain eyes.

  She walks toward the jet, her knees shaking from the excitement and anticipation. The cab driver admires her curves as she walks away.

  A man at the top of the stairs waves at her. It doesn’t look like Brad. He must be the pilot. She can’t believe this is happening to her, that there would be people waiting for her and making sure she is welcomed and safe. She could get used to this.

  She lifts her dress and takes one step at a time, pretending she’s done this before. She wonders if she’ll still be attracted to Brad, or if it was just the piña coladas clouding her vision. What if he turns out to be a sick pig of a guy and she isn’t able to stand being with him for an hour, much less a week?

  All her anxieties are kicking in now and the only way to calm herself is to remember the feeling she had that night at the bar, and the way his personal assistant, Trish, made her feel in the change room.

  She touches her belly, feeling the smoothness of the dress and tries to hold herself together. There’s no turning back now, Janey, she tells herself. Just make the best of this situation and follow orders.

  She feels the cool air conditioning coming from the plane door. The pilot takes her hand and helps her in. She notices Brad on the phone, apparently engaged in a serious business call, and facing the direction of the bar.

  Immediately, she blushes and feels heat flush throughout her body. She’s not sure if she should just run away while she still can or surrender to his wishes and fly away with him.

  She notices his fit, round ass through his dress slacks and his broad shoulders looking so strong and capable. She can feel herself getting moist just looking at him.

  She is not sure what to do. Should she just stand there and wait or go over and sit in the smooth, leather chairs. She imagines herself spreading her legs open to touch herself while he’s watching and stuck talking business on the phone. She could show him her satin panties, and get him all turned on, teasing him by not letting him touch her, pushing her heels against his body. She would put her fingers inside herself and show him just what she wants, getting excited, but not permitting him to enter her.

  When he hangs up the phone, she would have him beg to touch her, kissing him first on the lips then pushing his face down to her pussy, having him take off her panties with his teeth and licking his tongue all around her pink parts. She would push his face deeper into her, moving it around so his nose presses against her clit and his tongue licks inside of her while she gets all juicy.

  She’d unbuckle his belt and rub his cock with her foot, getting him hard enough to push himself inside of her, thrusting deep, with her cunt tightening and holding him far inside of her, pulsing and…

  Brad turns around and sees her, putting his finger up to show he’ll be a moment. He motions over to the leather chairs indicating that she should take a seat.

  Jane snaps out of it and doesn’t want to expose her thoughts to him. She maintains her composure and walks over to the chairs to sit down. The leather feels cool, fresh, and relaxing. She sits upright and looks out the window at the blue sky, taking in the calmness of the day, and breathes a sigh of relief.

  Chapter 10

  Brad looks out the window and is in awe of how beautiful she is. The dress fits perfectly around her breasts and outlines her thin frame. It looks better on her than he could have imagined. He wishes he could race down to her with the excitement he’s feeling inside He would kiss her on the hand, lift her up and carry her through the door of the jet. He hasn’t felt like this since high school with Kelly, and feels as if he is already ready to marry her.

  This is crazy-thinking, and Brad isn’t sure if he’s losing his mind or if he really is feeling something deeper for her. I mean, really… a million dollars, what is he thinking? He’s never done something like this before, especially for a woman. My God.

  The closer she gets, the more he can see the outline of her face. The sun is beaming down on her cheeks, giving her a homegrown beauty queen look. She even put on a deep, red lipstick, making her look so kissable.

  He gets turned on quickly, his cock growing harder and harder under his dress pants. He rubs himself trying to make it go down, yet all he wants to do is pull it out and stroke himself while she’s watching.

  How he’d love to just carry her over to the leather couch, pull up that dress, and stick it into her without even saying a word.

  My God, she’s just so beautiful! Brad thinks to himself, not knowing how he’s going to hold back. Her tits are so perky, and the way the pearls drape on her neck makes her appear elegant and sexy at the same time. He wonders how the lingerie looks on her, how the lace trim on the panties looks against her skin. He would love to bite them off and ravage her body in ways she has never known before. He loves how innocent she is underneath it all, knowing no one has ever touched her before.

  He wants to be her first for everything. Her first hickey, her first orgasm with a man, her first fingering, her first blowjob. God, it excites him, all of the things he can teach and show her

  He knows he has to be careful about not scaring her away, though, and he needs to make her feel at ease. He has met other virgin ballerinas before, but none who looked or acted like Kelly, and none who have made his heart pound like this.

  He can see how hard she’s trying to look like she has it together, taking careful steps up toward the plane. He knows she is anxious inside and he loves how she’s maintaining her composure. She is such a lady in hiding, with no idea how wonderful she is. He can’t wait to bring out her true self, away from the country girl she believes herself to be.

  What was her life like back home? She looks so untouched and innocent, like she’s never had the burden of too much pain or disappointment, he thinks to himself. So fresh and he’d never want her to ever get hurt. He wants to protect her from this bad world and preserve her precious nature.

  Kelly was like that. She had what seemed to be a perfect life. No major problems, just the typical things normal, teenage girls go through—nervousness about life and hormonal changes, along with worries about her future dreams and goals. Her parents never made her work too hard and supported her in whatever her dreams were. That’s why she became such a graceful ballerina.

  Maybe Jane’s parents are perfectionists, common among ballerinas, never giving her a chance to have a life outside of ballet classes. Living and breathing it, forced to dance at the exclusion of a normal high school life with friends and other activities.

  Brad’s family was always money-hungry, and he never had a chance to learn anything besides being an entrepreneur and saving money. He dreamed of playing basketball or just taking off and backpacking across Europe, but those things didn’t make money. He knew his only worth would be what he made for the family.

  He took over the business owned by his parents when they died two years ago in a car crash, but quite honestly, it wasn’t as tragic for him as when Kelly died. She had been his heart and her death left him aching for that kind of love again.

  His parents didn’t like Kelly because she was a distraction from the family business, and she wasn’t of the same ilk as them. They thought she would drag Brad down with her.

  He hadn’t been allowed to date anyone outside of his class after her death, and the women they tried to arrange for him were boring, stuffy, full of themselves, and prima donnas.

  But Brad wants a real woman, a woman who is caring, loving and sexy—all wrapped up in one package. A woman untainted by the greed of the world.

  Jane steps through the door and he quickly turns away from her, p
retending he’s on a call and adjusting himself in his pants.

  “Yes, Chris, I am firm about that. No deals are going ahead without my approval, got it?”

  Brad asserts his authority, trying to show Jane he’s a man who takes charge.

  He can feel Jane’s presence behind him and his spine tingles. Her energy feels so loving, and he can sense a tinge of nervousness in her, as well. He needs to remain cool and collected, making sure she doesn’t run out the door and leave him behind.

  He turns around and their eyes meet. He smiles and raises his finger to show he’ll just be a minute or so on the phone. He motions for her to sit on the leather couch, then turns back around to the bar to pour her a champagne while he pretends to finish his conversation.

  Chapter 11

  “Ah, Ms. Jane Bryden. I’m so glad you accepted my invitation,” Brad smiles, as if this were just another business deal. He hands Jane a flute of champagne.

  Sitting down across from him, she notices his jawline is stern and steady. His dark eyes show authority, but there is also a gentleness to them. He has a confidence and a comforting presence somehow all at the same time.

  Jane feels a bit awkward sitting across from him, remembering how they made out at the bar two nights before. She wonders what he really thought of her and isn’t sure if she should be embarrassed about her behavior or flattered by the attention.

  The fact that he invited her here and offered her a million dollars probably says a lot. Now that she’s sitting across from him, she feels a wave of anxiety, wondering if she really could sleep with him. She knows she wouldn’t be as exciting in bed as she hopes to be, and is terrified of disappointing him.

  Snapping out of it, Jane is a bit stunned at how easy going he is about all of this, as if he has done it with other women before. She’s now getting the picture, and she’s really not sure if she should trust him. It could very well be that he sees her as some skanky girl and has hired her for sex.

  Jane looks around at her options. The door is still open and she could leave if she wanted to. She starts sweating a bit under her arms and asks if she can use the washroom before they take off.

  Brad gets up and shows her the way, trying not to be obvious as he looks at her cleavage. Her breasts look so delicate and soft.

  “Right over there, Ms. Bryden,” he points. He can see she is feeling jittery and uncertain, and wonders what has set her off.

  Jane goes into the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror to try and gain strength. She talks to herself in her mind. Look here, Jane, you may have gotten yourself into a pickle. There’s still time for you to leave and not get hurt. Just be straight with him.”

  Jane flushes the toilet, pretending she used it, and washes her hands. She opens the door, ready to confront him, but Brad beats her to it.

  “So, Ms. Bryden, you are probably wondering what you are doing on this plane and why I’ve offered you a million dollars,” Brad states directly.

  “Well, it had crossed my mind,” replies Jane, with a bit of a sarcastic tone.

  “Well, you see, you remind me a lot of a budding talent I knew years ago. She looked a lot like you and even danced as elegantly as you do. She had your same stature, and had a more natural appearance than most of the other girls. You see, I like that. You have personality, and you stand out from the rest. I want to support you in your career, and at the same time, see if there might be a spark between us. I know we need some time to get to know each other, but I’m sure you felt it the other night at the bar. Am I right?” Brad asks, matter-of-factly.

  “Well yes, now that you mention it. I found it to be a satisfying experience,” Jane says, blushing and looking down at the floor.

  “Well, all I ask from you this week is to join me at some key events, and we’ll have our meals together. I’ll be giving you a mystery note every day with instructions. None of it will ask you to perform anything sexual, unless you feel moved to, which I would willingly accept of course,” Brad explains, again without a blink of an eye.

  Jane’s suspicion grows stronger, and she is feeling more agitated.

  “Mr. Halliwell, I need to ask you something, and I’ll warn you, it may seem direct,” Jane speaks up.

  “What is it, Ms. Bryden?”

  Brad leans in with his legs splayed open, exposing the huge bulge in his pants.

  “Have you done this before? Offered a young woman a lot of money to go away with you?”

  “Oh, you mean like an escort?” he responds easily, apparently not offended in the least. “No, I actually have never done this kind of thing before. There is just something about you, Jane. Something I can’t quite put my finger on, but it has caught me up in a way I don’t understand,” he replies honestly. “I would love it if you would join me for the week, but only if you feel comfortable, of course.”

  Jane smiles and looks demurely out the window, blushing. She has never had a man show such interest in her before, much less give her the chance to choose whatever she wants.

  “Does that answer your question, Ms. Bryden?”

  “Jane. You can call me Jane, Mr. Halliwell. And I will gladly accept your offer,” she replies.

  They shake hands and he holds hers longer, the warmth of the gesture setting her heart at ease.

  “Please call me Brad.”

  Brad signals to the pilot to go-ahead for closing the door and getting on with the plan. The pilot goes to the cockpit and soon they take off for Brad’s private island in the middle of the Caribbean.

  “You’ll be arriving in three hours, Mr. Halliwell,” announces the pilot.

  “Perfect. Everything is working out just perfectly,” responds Brad.

  Chapter 12

  “So, have you ever travelled outside the country before, Jane?” Brad asks, hoping he gets to be the first person to show her a whole new world outside of what she is used to.

  “Well, honestly, no. My mother had a heart attack at the thought of me living in New York, she’d die if I told her I was going to somewhere completely foreign,” Jane replies.

  “So you didn’t tell your mom you were going away this week?” Brad asks, piqued at the thought that Jane does have a rebellious side to her.

  Jane blushes and looks to the ground, feeling like she was just found out. There has always been a battle inside of her, between wanting to do the right thing for her parents and wanting to experience more of the world.

  She has urges to do whatever she wants without rules or limits, to see more, do more and break out of the box everyone wants to put her in. She knows her mother would be worried sick if she knew she was doing this, and would do everything in her power to make sure Jane wasn’t on this plane.

  “Well, no, I didn’t. She wouldn’t understand. She’s very small-minded, you know,” Jane says calmly. “Life back home is a bit boring and everyone is afraid of strangers. They just wouldn’t understand.”

  Brad loves the way she talks. Honest, yet composed, trying to hold in her anxiety and embarrassment. Her cute lips, how they move when she speaks, still revealing that part of Utah in her that is innocent and in his mind, simply charming.

  She has the cute curl turning up on the side of her mouth when she finishes her sentences. Oh, how he would love to just go up to her and lightly kiss those lips, just to feel their softness.

  “Well, that’s very courageous of you, Jane,” Brad acknowledges, truly impressed. “I admire women who are willing to walk to their own beat and show fearlessness. That takes a lot of guts.”

  Jane has never really seen herself that way. She always felt herself to be frail on the inside and a bit of a coward. She doesn’t see herself as having guts just because she frequently withholds the truth from her parents or because she moved to New York. She sees herself as quite idiotic for chasing her dreams, especially since everything is falling apart. Jane had begun believing that only fools chase dreams, and in the end she would have to settle for the life she’s been given and accept her mundane
fate, giving up her dream to dance in New York.

  Jane looks around at the inside of the plane and sees her reflection in the window. She hardly recognizes herself with her hair up and the form-fitting outline of the dress. Is that really me? How did I go from broke and about to be evicted to here?

  “Honestly, I never in a million years expected I would do such things. I just had to follow my spirit, but look at where it’s led me,” she says, looking Brad directly in the eye.

  She turns and looks out the window. Flushing a bright red, Jane is stunned. She was so surprised she even did that. She has never been like this with anybody before, so bold, sassy, and direct. She really does feel this attraction to Brad, as if he has a magnetic pull on her.

  She wonders if she’s losing her mind or if the drink has been spiked. How is it he does this to her?

  She wishes she had the courage to lean toward him, push him back on the seat, stand up and lift her dress to straddle his legs. She wants to grab his hand and lead it down to rub her inner thighs. She imagines teasing him before he gets to touch her pussy, then pushing his face in between her tits to get him fully aroused, keeping him on the edge of his seat, so to speak.

  She would sway her hips back and forth, using something she learned from the other ballet dancers who danced at a strip club part-time to put themselves through college. She would tease his cock to make it hard and keep him so horny. She’d rub her pussy on his cock with his pants on, releasing her juices all over him, not caring whether he didn’t have another pair to change into. She wants to make him squirm and beg for more. She can see in his eyes that he already is caught up in desire, he’s just afraid to show it.

  Jane turns her head away again, trying to give it some kind of energetic shake to snap her out of these crazy thoughts. God, these dirty thoughts, where are they coming from?

  Brad tilts his head, curious as to whether she’s really interested in him now that they are sober. Was that her being flirty, or is she just putting on an act for him because he’s paying her?