Hot Summer Romance At A Laid Back Price, #4
Copyright 2014 Susan Hart
A LIGHT DRIZZLE had started to fall so it took much longer to get to the hangar where my plane was being prepped for takeoff but eventually, the chauffer pulled inside and dropped me off and after checking with the two pilots that they were on schedule, he backed out then returned to my home. I was ticked off and horny.
Normally, almost every time I had to go out of town for the weekend, I liked to have a date but because of schedule conflicts, there had been no time for club hopping or socializing to find one. I didn’t like to be tied down and although I had a reputation for going through many women, they didn’t seem to mind and the supply was never-ending.
As soon as I was done with one, another popped up.
I saw one pilot in the front of the plane already and the other was doing a routine outside check of my larger than usual business jet. I’d equipped it to my taste—with a bar, several beds and a decently sized kitchen. In addition, there was full shower, several comfortable chairs, and a few cocktail tables.