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    “Get on the plane, Bambi. You always fly with me.”
     
    “I thought you would want to fly alone with Jocelyn. I thought you booked me on a commercial flight.”
     
    “You thought wrong. Your bags are already loaded. Get on.”
     
    The anger was still in his tone, but it wasn’t anger toward her. She nodded and went up a few steps turning to see if he was coming behind her and he wasn’t. He was standing at the bottom but his feet hadn’t moved.
     
    “Sterling?”
     
    “Yeah, I’m coming.” He took the first step and so she continued upward as well. Jocelyn and Sterling were both going to have to brighten up in mood once they reached Tahiti—at least she hoped the tropical sunshine would brighten their mood otherwise it was going to be a long month.
     

     
    Sterling wanted to go have words with Jordana but he knew Bambi was right. He had quickly decided he could say what needed to be said once he returned home.
     
    What stayed his feet at the bottom of the stairs was not his rage, it was his desire. He took one look at her firm, round behind in those white hip hugging pants as she walked up the stairs and all he wanted was to reach out and touch it, caress it, caress her.
     
    He thought he was in trouble watching her behind, but when she sat down in front of him and he took one look at the hint of skin showing beneath the princess cut of her cerulean blue top he had an entirely new area he wanted to explore. When she shrugged out of her white suit jacket and exposed the two inch wide straps of her top and bare arms that looked smooth like satin and silk the only thing keeping him from exploring his mile high fantasy with her was the fact that Jocelyn was sitting next to him.
     
    How long had he wanted this woman? Since the first time he saw her. It’s why he was quick to give her her asking price. He was thinking with the wrong head. He gave her what she wanted without compromise, without negotiation and that wasn’t something he did. Although in a way he did have his own strings attached. He gave her what she wanted but he demanded she be his exclusively because he wanted her one hundred percent. The traveling, the long hours together, the late nights of work with this Tahitian goddess was all he could think about. And of course his mind saw those long nights turning into him taking her on his desk, on the office couch, on the floor, against the wall in every position, in every way, he wanted her and that’s what he saw the entire time her lips were moving to make her insanely expensive demand.
     
    Of course after he got her under contract he remembered that her working for him meant hands off. He was doing relatively well with keeping his hands off her sexually even if he couldn’t make his mind do the same thing. But recently the urge to strip her naked and caress the toned, feminine curves of her petite body was getting harder and harder to resist—much like his penis; it was getting harder to the point of pain. God help him he was going to burst.
     
    “What’s wrong, Dad?”
     
    Well that had helped like a bucket of ice. He needed that because the fantasies running through his mind about what he could do with Bambi, do to her, was increasing and he felt as if he were seconds away from pulling her off the horseshoe shaped seating area and taking her back to his office where he had a small bed just waiting for her to join him. Thanks to Jocelyn’s voice he had yet another reminder as to why he wouldn’t be realizing his fantasy.
     
    He opened his bottle of water the attendant brought him after takeoff and he started drinking it trying to calm his emotions down. While Jocelyn’s voice had snapped him back to reality he had quickly started thinking about exploring Bambi’s body once again. Maybe next time they had to fly somewhere he would send the others ahead of him and get Bambi alone on this plane. Then again, the cost in fuel was high and while he had plenty of money