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“Yeah, yeah... I know. Bobby, I was going to call you when I got back into LA. No, nothing has changed. I left town on an emergency.”
Precious felt a burn of acid slipping from her stomach because in point of fact; she was Hamilton’s emergency. When she’d called him last night, upset and angry at herself; Precious had insisted that he come to Grosse Pointe to meet with her. Then after considering what she had to tell him about leaving the show; she’d changed her mind, asking him to meet her at the restaurant in Rochester Hills. For whatever reason, Hamilton had sound concerned and he didn’t attempt to force a conversation on the phone. He cleared his schedule; flying out of LA, early that morning. Now, her ears were like tuning forks. She listened for key words or phrases. Anything that would add to the sincerity of her apology, once he ended his call.
“Yes, Bobby. I’ll call Sammy today. I told you, nothing has changed. I know. I know. Bobby, I said I know. All right. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m almost at the airport. Yeah. Ok. Talk to you later.”
Hamilton disconnected the call, while avoiding her face. He busied himself, typing out a memo using one of his phone applications. When he was done, the limo had pulled to a stop in front of a hanger. Precious looked out the window, attempting to spot buildings or familiar landmarks. Whenever she used her father’s private planes, she preferred flying out of the smaller airport in Flint to avoid the heavy highway traffic. As her head craned to peer through the rear window, she noticed the driver in the rear. He opened the trunk, then lifted out a small piece of luggage. A sudden revelation shook her and she said...
“Hamilton, I can’t leave yet. I need to go to my place to get some clothes.”
“Not to worry.” He said. Hamilton opened his side door, to exit the vehicle. “I’ll send an email to my personal assistant. She can check in with the shows wardrobe department. Your stylist will have a list noting your clothing sizes.”
While they walked up the steps leading inside of the plane, Precious asked...
“So...are we going to LA?”
She asked because Hamilton’s personal assistant rarely traveled with him and she’d only seen the young woman on a few occasions.
“We’re going to LA but just for a quick stop. My assistant, Audrey... She’s going to meet us at the airport. There are a few things that I’ll need her to tend to while I’m away.”
“Will she bring my clothes to the airport?”
They were flying in one of the smaller jets. The airplane was sleek and narrow. The Learjet’s design made it perfect for speed, but the cabin wasn’t as wide as the larger planes. On either side of the aisle there were six rows of seats; twelve in all. Hamilton led the way, choosing to sit in the third row. When she passed him to take the seat on the other side; their bodies made contact as they each attempted to claim their seats. His rear pressed into her back, causing her to turn. When she twisted around, her breast slid across his lower back. Their unintentional touches had affected them both; sending pictures to their brains. Hamilton had to force himself to stop thinking about her chest. On more than one occasion, he’d tried to guess her cup size behind the cover of his shades.
After their bumbling circus act, they eased into their seats, pretending that the incident never happened. Precious busied her hands, straightening out her awful black outfit. Hamilton adjusted his pants, lifting to free the belt buckle beneath him. He couldn’t believe that it had only taken a casual touch to make him hard. His body had surprised him by responding so quickly. He’d never become so aroused without the added stirring of passions. Not that he had any problems in that department, but lately he’d noticed that few women excited him. As he pondered on this, he knew the reason for his lagging sexual interest. Since the beginning of the
“Yeah, yeah... I know. Bobby, I was going to call you when I got back into LA. No, nothing has changed. I left town on an emergency.”
Precious felt a burn of acid slipping from her stomach because in point of fact; she was Hamilton’s emergency. When she’d called him last night, upset and angry at herself; Precious had insisted that he come to Grosse Pointe to meet with her. Then after considering what she had to tell him about leaving the show; she’d changed her mind, asking him to meet her at the restaurant in Rochester Hills. For whatever reason, Hamilton had sound concerned and he didn’t attempt to force a conversation on the phone. He cleared his schedule; flying out of LA, early that morning. Now, her ears were like tuning forks. She listened for key words or phrases. Anything that would add to the sincerity of her apology, once he ended his call.
“Yes, Bobby. I’ll call Sammy today. I told you, nothing has changed. I know. I know. Bobby, I said I know. All right. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m almost at the airport. Yeah. Ok. Talk to you later.”
Hamilton disconnected the call, while avoiding her face. He busied himself, typing out a memo using one of his phone applications. When he was done, the limo had pulled to a stop in front of a hanger. Precious looked out the window, attempting to spot buildings or familiar landmarks. Whenever she used her father’s private planes, she preferred flying out of the smaller airport in Flint to avoid the heavy highway traffic. As her head craned to peer through the rear window, she noticed the driver in the rear. He opened the trunk, then lifted out a small piece of luggage. A sudden revelation shook her and she said...
“Hamilton, I can’t leave yet. I need to go to my place to get some clothes.”
“Not to worry.” He said. Hamilton opened his side door, to exit the vehicle. “I’ll send an email to my personal assistant. She can check in with the shows wardrobe department. Your stylist will have a list noting your clothing sizes.”
While they walked up the steps leading inside of the plane, Precious asked...
“So...are we going to LA?”
She asked because Hamilton’s personal assistant rarely traveled with him and she’d only seen the young woman on a few occasions.
“We’re going to LA but just for a quick stop. My assistant, Audrey... She’s going to meet us at the airport. There are a few things that I’ll need her to tend to while I’m away.”
“Will she bring my clothes to the airport?”
They were flying in one of the smaller jets. The airplane was sleek and narrow. The Learjet’s design made it perfect for speed, but the cabin wasn’t as wide as the larger planes. On either side of the aisle there were six rows of seats; twelve in all. Hamilton led the way, choosing to sit in the third row. When she passed him to take the seat on the other side; their bodies made contact as they each attempted to claim their seats. His rear pressed into her back, causing her to turn. When she twisted around, her breast slid across his lower back. Their unintentional touches had affected them both; sending pictures to their brains. Hamilton had to force himself to stop thinking about her chest. On more than one occasion, he’d tried to guess her cup size behind the cover of his shades.
After their bumbling circus act, they eased into their seats, pretending that the incident never happened. Precious busied her hands, straightening out her awful black outfit. Hamilton adjusted his pants, lifting to free the belt buckle beneath him. He couldn’t believe that it had only taken a casual touch to make him hard. His body had surprised him by responding so quickly. He’d never become so aroused without the added stirring of passions. Not that he had any problems in that department, but lately he’d noticed that few women excited him. As he pondered on this, he knew the reason for his lagging sexual interest. Since the beginning of the
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