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find a way to turn snarky sarcasm into a paying job you would a very rich woman.” I wasn’t even joking. She would be in Forbes with Bill Gates.
“I know. Now , if you want to be able to sleep tonight and not worry if you’re going to wake up tomorrow I suggest you hand over the pastries.”
I picked out a cinnamon roll and an apple turnover and relinquished the box.
“Who’s a good boy?” She cooed.
“Me. I am. Do I get a kiss?” I grinned.
She leaned in and li ghtly pecked my lips. Aubrey has unbelievably sensuous lips; picture Angelina Jolie meets Megan Fox. I ate my cinnamon bun in three bites and licked my fingers. Mark came over the intercom and said we were ready for takeoff and to make sure our seatbelts were secured. Aubrey’s hands were filled with delicious confectionary treats so I reached over and clicked her belt. She rolled her eyes at me. She seductively stuck the last bite of cheese Danish into her mouth with her thumb. She made low moaning sounds and sucked her thumb teasingly. I was instantly hard. That bitch plays dirty! I scoffed in mock disgust. I huffed and turned my back to her. Pretty soon we were airborne. Once we got the all clear she got up and moved to where she sat the other day. Obviously she was planning on ignoring me. I let her be for a couple minutes before approaching her.
“What’s the matter?” I prodded .
“I’m pretty sure it has something to do with you being a fucking asshole.”
“I’m pretty sure it has somethin g to do with you being strung to tightly. Relax.”
“What do you know?” She spat.
Meow! She was in a feisty mood. I sat next to her and started rubbing her shoulders. I swear she was purring.
“Aubrey , has anyone ever tell you you’re like a cat?” She shook her head no. “You are. You want affection when you want it and on your terms. The rest of the time you want to claw eyes out and draw blood.”
“I do not!” She defended. “Okay. M aybe a little bit, but I have my reasons.”
“That’s better.” I moved her head so that it was on my shoulder.
I pulled out my little notebook and started writing some more. She kept trying to peek over to see what I was working on. I turned so that she couldn’t see. I was going to have to see if I could have the guys come up with some music to go with it. I felt bad because I pretty much zoned out for the rest of the flight trying to wrap the song up. When we landed in Boston, I hoped the media frenzy wouldn’t be nearly as bad. Brett handed over the itinerary. I looked it over and saw a potential issue.
“Aubrey, can we repeat last night? The hotel where we’re staying only has one bedroom suites.”
“I guess.” She shrugged.
“Good, then it’s settled.” I said smugly.
Another night snuggling in bed with Aubrey was just what the doctor ordered.
CHAPTER THREE
Blood, Sex, & Booze
Aubrey
We arrived at the Millennium Hotel without as much as one photographer lurking. It was a total three-sixty from New York. Jake checked us into our room without a hitch. Granted there was a man behind the counter, but still. Since it was pretty low-key, he told Brett to go out and have fun. Brett looked as if he wanted to argue, but Jake wasn’t having it. It was just the two of us. I didn’t want to tell him why I was such a bitch on the plane. It was childish and stupid. Luckily, he was easily placated and seemed to be over it already. I was actually kind of hurt the way he reacted to me putting myself out there, trying to be sexy. He completely ignored me and then accused me of being wound to tight. It didn’t help that he made me feel things that I haven’t felt before. I wasn’t sure what to do about them, yet.
He rolled our luggage down the hallway and stuck the keycard in the door. He held the door open and gestured for me to go in. I walked into the room and looked around. We had a small little area with a couch and two chairs. Our balcony
“I know. Now , if you want to be able to sleep tonight and not worry if you’re going to wake up tomorrow I suggest you hand over the pastries.”
I picked out a cinnamon roll and an apple turnover and relinquished the box.
“Who’s a good boy?” She cooed.
“Me. I am. Do I get a kiss?” I grinned.
She leaned in and li ghtly pecked my lips. Aubrey has unbelievably sensuous lips; picture Angelina Jolie meets Megan Fox. I ate my cinnamon bun in three bites and licked my fingers. Mark came over the intercom and said we were ready for takeoff and to make sure our seatbelts were secured. Aubrey’s hands were filled with delicious confectionary treats so I reached over and clicked her belt. She rolled her eyes at me. She seductively stuck the last bite of cheese Danish into her mouth with her thumb. She made low moaning sounds and sucked her thumb teasingly. I was instantly hard. That bitch plays dirty! I scoffed in mock disgust. I huffed and turned my back to her. Pretty soon we were airborne. Once we got the all clear she got up and moved to where she sat the other day. Obviously she was planning on ignoring me. I let her be for a couple minutes before approaching her.
“What’s the matter?” I prodded .
“I’m pretty sure it has something to do with you being a fucking asshole.”
“I’m pretty sure it has somethin g to do with you being strung to tightly. Relax.”
“What do you know?” She spat.
Meow! She was in a feisty mood. I sat next to her and started rubbing her shoulders. I swear she was purring.
“Aubrey , has anyone ever tell you you’re like a cat?” She shook her head no. “You are. You want affection when you want it and on your terms. The rest of the time you want to claw eyes out and draw blood.”
“I do not!” She defended. “Okay. M aybe a little bit, but I have my reasons.”
“That’s better.” I moved her head so that it was on my shoulder.
I pulled out my little notebook and started writing some more. She kept trying to peek over to see what I was working on. I turned so that she couldn’t see. I was going to have to see if I could have the guys come up with some music to go with it. I felt bad because I pretty much zoned out for the rest of the flight trying to wrap the song up. When we landed in Boston, I hoped the media frenzy wouldn’t be nearly as bad. Brett handed over the itinerary. I looked it over and saw a potential issue.
“Aubrey, can we repeat last night? The hotel where we’re staying only has one bedroom suites.”
“I guess.” She shrugged.
“Good, then it’s settled.” I said smugly.
Another night snuggling in bed with Aubrey was just what the doctor ordered.
CHAPTER THREE
Blood, Sex, & Booze
Aubrey
We arrived at the Millennium Hotel without as much as one photographer lurking. It was a total three-sixty from New York. Jake checked us into our room without a hitch. Granted there was a man behind the counter, but still. Since it was pretty low-key, he told Brett to go out and have fun. Brett looked as if he wanted to argue, but Jake wasn’t having it. It was just the two of us. I didn’t want to tell him why I was such a bitch on the plane. It was childish and stupid. Luckily, he was easily placated and seemed to be over it already. I was actually kind of hurt the way he reacted to me putting myself out there, trying to be sexy. He completely ignored me and then accused me of being wound to tight. It didn’t help that he made me feel things that I haven’t felt before. I wasn’t sure what to do about them, yet.
He rolled our luggage down the hallway and stuck the keycard in the door. He held the door open and gestured for me to go in. I walked into the room and looked around. We had a small little area with a couch and two chairs. Our balcony
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