Silken Desires (2 page)

Almost, and that was the problem. If only
Jonathan could be the man she needed him to be, then, and only
then, could they make things work. She needed more than he could
provide for her, and Roxi didn’t think she could be happy unless
those needs were met.

***

Boarding the plane, Jonathan laid eyes on
the hottest flight attendant he’d ever seen. Even in her uniform he
could tell she had a body he wanted to explore. Oh, that uniform.
He’d make her wear it in his playroom, and oh how they’d play. His
gaze roamed up and down legs that seemed to go on forever. His dick
stirred at the thought of what he might find at the top of those
thighs, given the chance.

“I feel sick.” Roxi pulled his attention to
her.

“Nerves?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, you know me. I’ll be fine
once we get in the air, and even better when we land.”

Not many people were booked on the early
morning cross country flight so they took their time as they moved
along to their seats. Stopping to check the tickets to be sure they
were at the right row, Jonathan placed his carry-on down. “Yep,
this is us. Here, give me your bag. I know you can’t lift it.” He
took her case and hoisted it over his head with a grunt, placing it
in the overhead compartment. “I still don’t get why you had to pack
this heavy for a short trip.”

“A girl has needs, and things.”

“You probably didn’t use half the stuff in
there. Did you?” He tried unsuccessfully not to grin.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “No, but you
never know what you’ll need, and what if there’s a weather change?
You have to be prepared.”

“In Vegas?” Laughter escaped his throat, but
he shrugged it off. Roxanne’s the one and only true love of his
life, and yet he was uncertain if they were even friends. But
they’d been getting along, so he’d go with it for the time
being.

After sitting and buckling his seatbelt, he
looked up to see the sexy flight attendant heading their way. Her
large breasts, at eye-level with him, bounced underneath her jacket
with each step she took. Holding his breath he pulled his view from
her chest to her face.

Red lips curled up in invitation. He was no
fool, he could read a woman, and it wasn’t a result of being a Dom.
For as long as he could remember in his twenty four years, he’d
always had that special gift. He knew the way she looked at him,
and if they were in a bar right now, she’d be going home with
him.

She inquired if either one of them would sit
by the emergency exit. He jumped at the chance; he would have done
anything she asked, right then and there.

The sexy woman hovered close to him and
explained the mechanics of the door. He noticed how her dark
ponytail hung over her shoulder and cascaded down the swell of her
breast, and how her dark blue eyes twinkled in mischief from her
soft, pale complexion. Yeah, she wanted him.

Fixated on her lips sparkling with crimson
lipstick, and thinking how good they’d look wrapped around his
dick, he hadn’t noticed she’d asked him a question. “Sir, did you
understand? Do you have any questions?”

“I got it. No problem.” He smiled, and after
she walked away, poked his head out in the aisle to watch her go.
Her hips had a little extra sway that hadn’t been there before.
Moments later he sat back and listened to her voice, slight with a
rasp filter over the intercom as she went on with the pre-flight
safety brief. He found the sound of it to be just as sexy as the
rest of her. Well, of what he could see.

The take off had been smooth, and the climb
turbulent, which was the norm for leaving McCarran airport that
time of year. Resting his head on the seatback, he felt the plane
level out reaching its altitude.
Shit, Roxi!
He hoped she
kept calm, and had a handle on her nerves. He felt bad that he
hadn’t asked her to join him, and for a split second wondered why
Linda hadn’t seated Roxi beside him. But then he recalled the way
the woman looked at him, and he answered his own question. She
wanted him tucked away alone.

Jonathan welcomed Linda as a distraction
from Roxi. Being so close to her over the weekend made his heart
ache all over again. Several months prior, she had returned home
after leaving all those months ago. Not only did she leave him, she
took off for parts unknown. Not one note or a single phone call
explaining why. She disappeared from his life for a year and a few
days, but who was counting? He realized his hands were balled into
fists and unclenched them slowly.

Jonathan never knew pain like that before.
Up until that point, he and Roxi had been inseparable since
elementary school, and after she left he felt dead inside. He had
asked her brother, and his best friend, Jake, never to speak of her
in his presence again. Even though Jake loved his twin sister, he
respected Jonathan’s wish and never mentioned her in conversation.
Jake kept his word so well that Jonathan didn’t know when she was
back in town. Not until he bound up the steps to Jake’s apartment
one morning to find her standing there. His heart stopped beating
for a moment and he felt dizzy, but he wouldn’t let her get to him,
he’d reeled in his emotions and held strong.

She moved into the apartment across from her
brother and started looking for a job. He didn’t think she planned
to leave again, but he never thought she would’ve left the first
time around, either. He wouldn’t allow himself to get close to her.
There’s no way he’d survive if she ripped out his heart again.

Turbulence shook the plane and the squeaking
hull pulled Jonathan from his painful thoughts of Roxi only to
worry about her again. She hated the feeling in her gut when the
plane bounced around. If he was sitting with her, he’d have taken
her hand and held it reassuringly.

A little while later, his suspicions of
Linda were confirmed. She plopped down into the seat next to him.
“Whew, break time, do you mind if I sit here with you for a
little?”

He shook his head, almost forgetting to
speak. “Not at all.”

She reclined the seat and relaxed against
it. Jonathan’s eyes went to her breasts as her jacket pulled
tightly across the expanse of her bosom. “So, where’re you heading?
Home or away?”

“Home. We were in Vegas for a wedding.”

Linda sat up straight. “Oh, God, is that
your wife you were sitting with?”

Jonathan laughed at her wide-eyed
expression. “No, my best friend got married. The woman I was
sitting with is his sister.”

“Oh, I am so thankful I didn’t separate
newlyweds! I would have died.” Linda sat back again, but not as
relaxed as before.

“Here.” He reached under her legs. She froze
and gaped at him. “Put your feet on my lap. They must hurt walking
around in these heels all day.”

She turned her head toward the sleeping
couple nearby, then glanced up and down the aisle. Only then did
she let him pull her legs into his lap. He slipped off her shoes
and began rubbing her stockinged feet. “What are you doing?” Her
mouth hung open, but he saw her body slump into relaxation.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” He gave a tilt to
his head. She put her head back on the headrest and her eyes
fluttered as she moaned in response. Jonathan chuckled, and his
mind went to other things he could be doing to make her moan. “I’m
Jonathan, by the way
.” And I want to do kinky things to
you.

“Linda,” she breathed.

“Yeah, I kinda got that by the name tag.” He
released her foot to point at her name tag.

“Oh.” She giggled.

Movement in the aisle caught his attention.
He looked up and saw Roxi walking away. He called to her. When she
looked back at him, the low lighting of the cabin lit her face with
a soft glow. God she was beautiful. He knew every inch of her,
inside and out. That thought made him sad. He’d probably never get
to run his fingers along the soft skin on the side of her breasts
again, or run his hands through her shoulder length silky brown
hair, nor would he get to watch her sleep, to see those coppery
brown eyes open in the mornings as she draped herself over his
chest. She was only a few inches shorter than him, her body was
firm and fit, but had curves in just the right places, and she fit
the contour of his body perfectly.
Fuck. Why does this hurt so
bad?

Jonathan called for Roxi, she looked over
her shoulder, and they exchanged a few words. He saw the
disapproval in her face before she ran off, and he felt like shit.
Why the hell does she make me feel this way? It’s not fair. I
should be able to enjoy myself. I owe her nothing, she’s the one
who fucked up.

Linda spent the rest of her break talking
about her career choice, and Jonathan said he was in customer
service. He didn’t speak of it, but he came from a family of wealth
and didn’t need to work. He’d signed on at the club for a paycheck
just to see what the working life would be like, and to do
something he enjoyed in his personal life as well. The pay amounted
to nothing more than chump change, but he felt a sense of pride
over the first few paychecks he earned on his own.

Linda mentioned she lived about an hour away
from him. That’s not too far, he noted.

When the plane pulled up to the gate, Roxi
decided to wait for Jonathan and not rush to be one of the first
ones off the plane. Besides, she couldn’t get her bag down if her
life depended on it. She relaxed in her seat with her eyes closed,
relieved to finally be on the ground.

She sensed no more passengers were getting
off, so she stood and spied Linda and Jonathan exchanging cell
phones. They entered data, most likely phone numbers, and handed
them back to one another. Roxi sat back in the aisle seat to wait
for Jonathan’s help with her carry-on. Remembering her purse, she
bent over to retrieve it from under the seat near the window, her
original seat. It got caught on the footrest and she had to fight
with the strap to free it. She heard people walking by. As soon as
she freed her handbag, she sat up to see who it was. As far as Roxi
knew, only she and Jonathan were left on the plane.

And they were, Jonathan had been the one to
walk by with Linda in tow. Great. She huffed in frustration and
stood on the seat to get her own bag. She fought with it, pulled
it, and shimmied it from the overhead compartment. Just as it freed
from above, she realized her arms weren’t strong enough to handle
it, and threw herself off the seat trying to dodge the bag. Her
foot got hung up on the armrest for a brief moment and she wasn’t
able to duck out of the way in time. It slammed down on her head
knocking her to the floor as a wheel from the underside slid across
her cheekbone. “Shit!” She saw stars before her vision and a wave
of dizziness hit.

She lay on the floor for what felt like a
long time until the male flight attendant, John, came running from
the back of the plane. “Are you okay?” He assisted in helping her
onto her feet and righting her bag for her.

Averting her gaze full of tears and anger,
she spoke to the man. “No, thank you. I’m fine.” Her head throbbed
and her face hurt a little, but it was nothing to write home
about.

Exiting the plane, alone on the jet bridge
with no Jonathan in sight, she resigned herself to hail a taxi for
a ride home. She tried to calculate if she had enough money or
needed to go to the cash machine. Pushing open the door into the
airport, complete chaos ensued in the terminal. Most she could
gather was that the next departure at the neighboring gate had been
delayed, and people weren’t happy.

She thought she heard her name, but when she
looked around she saw no one she recognized so she trudged forward.
Retrieving her money from the cash machine she sensed someone
behind her. “Hey, honey. Do you need a ride home?” Sherry and Dan
flanked her.

“No, I’m good.” She turned and smiled at
them, but neither returned the smile. They both raised their
eyebrows, eyes wide.

“Dear God, Roxi, what happened to your face?
Are you all right?” Sherry put a hand out toward her cheek and then
pulled it back without touching her.

Roxi reached up to her aching cheek and felt
a bump. “Ouch.” She flinched at the pain from her touch. “I—I
didn’t realize…my bag fell on me from the overhead when I tried to
take it down.”

“Where’s Jonathan?” Dan asked.

Roxi shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.
His seat got reassigned at the beginning of the flight. I haven’t
seen him in a while.”

“He still should’ve waited and walked you
out.” Dan’s voice rose in anger.

“He’s not my keeper, Dan. I’m fine.” She
turned away hastily and headed toward the exit dragging her
luggage.

“Roxi! Come back here, I’m sorry.” Dan’s
voice sounded truly apologetic, but she continued on her path
anyway.

“Roxi, honey. Please?” The concern in
Sherry’s voice prompted her to stop and wait for them to catch up
to her.

“You need to get ice on that. Come with me.”
Sherry took Roxi’s arm and pulled her to the nearest restaurant and
asked for ice explaining to them what had happened. Her friends
made her sit and cared for her cheek, which by that point was
swelling, and her eye started to feel funny.

After several minutes, a representative from
the airline showed up. The restaurant must have called someone.
That person in turn called for more people. Then the new arrivals
took one look at her and called on their radio for medical
assistance. By now Roxi’s head started pounding, and her eye
swelled almost completely shut.

A golf cart arrived a couple of minutes
later with medics on board. She felt silly for all the attention
she received, and when Roxi tried to argue that she could get home
fine, her stomach emptied of its contents right at everyone’s
feet.

To make matters worse, when she looked up,
she saw Jonathan and Linda arm in arm staring right at her.