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Authors: J. A. Fraser
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tresses. Brush, stroke and curl. Tweeze, pluck and brush.
An hour later, Angie brought her back to life but a makeover was only a temporary fix--- her problem was much deeper.
Sadness invaded every part of her body. How would she cope the next two months under the same roof with Max?
***
Really, a private jet.
Kaya felt comfortable in her faded jeans, fitted, black lace tank top and oversized Macy’s clearance black and white fall sweater. The outfit was accentuated by a pair of black leather boots with a small heel that caused her hips and butt to fill out properly. It wasn’t a fancy designer outfit but it was flattering on her lean curvy shape. Angela had tried to convince her to wear a plunging V-neck body dress with black suede stiletto heels but after the gala fiasco anything with a V-neck was off-limits.
Every nerve in Max’s body was awake the moment he saw Kaya! Keep your distance! Finish the garden and go back to your normal life. But now that he had tasted her sweet lips, he didn’t know if anything would ever be normal again. Her freshly curled hair glistened in the September sun against her olive skin. Her long sleek legs, perky breasts and hourglass waistline set his cock on fire. Down boy down.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her suitcase and handbag and escorted her onto the plane. Focus Max, focus.
Once onboard Kaya sat, then nervously fastened her seatbelt.
“Would you care for something to drink before you take off?” An older male flight attendant stated flashing his pearly whites.
“No thank you! I ate earlier.”
“Well, I’m Jacob and if you need anything let me know. Mr. King told us you are a special guest at least ten times.” He snickered.
She smiled.
Moments later Max reappeared.
“I have several calls and emails to catch up on. I’ll be in my office near the rear of the plane if you need anything,” he stated without emotion as he disappeared behind the curtain.
Kaya was glad he was gone. She wasn’t sure if he disappeared to make her feel better or if he really was slammed with work. Whatever the reason she needed space and sleep. She gently reclined her seat and minutes later drifted off into a deep slumber. Two hours later, the sudden jerk of the plane officially announced they were in the historic city of Charleston, South Carolina.
***
Ahh.
The city was beautiful. Sprawling beaches, pristine sand dunes and charming historic buildings. The warm humid air made her feel like she was in heaven. Immediately Kaya understood why Ms. Roy went back home after living so many years in the busy northeast. The ride to Ms. Roy’s modest beach home was filled with scenic delights. Silently, they both drank in the wonders of the historic low country. This was peace.
“It looks like we’re almost there,” he announced glancing down at his fancy GPS. “I arranged for groceries to be delivered to the house. I’m sure you must be hungry after the flight.” She nodded. His voice as neutral, something was definitely different. He hadn’t said a word to her since they left New York but she wasn’t going to push.
Minutes later they arrived.
The house looked perfect, nestled close to a dunes and far away from other homes. Max quickly collected their bags while Kaya soaked in the invigorating, salty smell of ocean air. Ms. Roy had left them a blessing.
“Can I help?” She stated walking towards the trunk of the car.
“No!” His single word answer bothered her.
She tried to ignore his sudden change but secretly it stung. It wasn’t as if he was being rude, just different. Reaching into his jean pocket he handed her an old worn key. She brushed off the exchange and bolted for the door.
“I love it! I love it. Max, it’s incredible.” She leaped with delight doing a small dance to show her excitement.
Ms. Roy’s home was modest in appearance, just like her. You could see the entire ocean from every corner of the quaint, two bedroom retreat. She felt like a kid in a
An hour later, Angie brought her back to life but a makeover was only a temporary fix--- her problem was much deeper.
Sadness invaded every part of her body. How would she cope the next two months under the same roof with Max?
***
Really, a private jet.
Kaya felt comfortable in her faded jeans, fitted, black lace tank top and oversized Macy’s clearance black and white fall sweater. The outfit was accentuated by a pair of black leather boots with a small heel that caused her hips and butt to fill out properly. It wasn’t a fancy designer outfit but it was flattering on her lean curvy shape. Angela had tried to convince her to wear a plunging V-neck body dress with black suede stiletto heels but after the gala fiasco anything with a V-neck was off-limits.
Every nerve in Max’s body was awake the moment he saw Kaya! Keep your distance! Finish the garden and go back to your normal life. But now that he had tasted her sweet lips, he didn’t know if anything would ever be normal again. Her freshly curled hair glistened in the September sun against her olive skin. Her long sleek legs, perky breasts and hourglass waistline set his cock on fire. Down boy down.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her suitcase and handbag and escorted her onto the plane. Focus Max, focus.
Once onboard Kaya sat, then nervously fastened her seatbelt.
“Would you care for something to drink before you take off?” An older male flight attendant stated flashing his pearly whites.
“No thank you! I ate earlier.”
“Well, I’m Jacob and if you need anything let me know. Mr. King told us you are a special guest at least ten times.” He snickered.
She smiled.
Moments later Max reappeared.
“I have several calls and emails to catch up on. I’ll be in my office near the rear of the plane if you need anything,” he stated without emotion as he disappeared behind the curtain.
Kaya was glad he was gone. She wasn’t sure if he disappeared to make her feel better or if he really was slammed with work. Whatever the reason she needed space and sleep. She gently reclined her seat and minutes later drifted off into a deep slumber. Two hours later, the sudden jerk of the plane officially announced they were in the historic city of Charleston, South Carolina.
***
Ahh.
The city was beautiful. Sprawling beaches, pristine sand dunes and charming historic buildings. The warm humid air made her feel like she was in heaven. Immediately Kaya understood why Ms. Roy went back home after living so many years in the busy northeast. The ride to Ms. Roy’s modest beach home was filled with scenic delights. Silently, they both drank in the wonders of the historic low country. This was peace.
“It looks like we’re almost there,” he announced glancing down at his fancy GPS. “I arranged for groceries to be delivered to the house. I’m sure you must be hungry after the flight.” She nodded. His voice as neutral, something was definitely different. He hadn’t said a word to her since they left New York but she wasn’t going to push.
Minutes later they arrived.
The house looked perfect, nestled close to a dunes and far away from other homes. Max quickly collected their bags while Kaya soaked in the invigorating, salty smell of ocean air. Ms. Roy had left them a blessing.
“Can I help?” She stated walking towards the trunk of the car.
“No!” His single word answer bothered her.
She tried to ignore his sudden change but secretly it stung. It wasn’t as if he was being rude, just different. Reaching into his jean pocket he handed her an old worn key. She brushed off the exchange and bolted for the door.
“I love it! I love it. Max, it’s incredible.” She leaped with delight doing a small dance to show her excitement.
Ms. Roy’s home was modest in appearance, just like her. You could see the entire ocean from every corner of the quaint, two bedroom retreat. She felt like a kid in a
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