The Assignment - Part Five
Priya's sexcapades with Marcus take a new turn
After I leave Marcus’s room just after two in the morning, I have an hour to pack and dress for a much colder climate before we leave for Dubai Airport to fly to his place in the Swiss Alps.
I haven’t checked my phone all night — I’ve been busy — so when I open my purse, I’m surprised to find I have over twenty missed calls from Marie, another half dozen from my parents, and about thirty more from other models at the agency and friends. Not to mention the text messages.
I don’t have the time to go through all the messages. So I just call Marie.
‘What the actual fuck, Priya?’ she says when she answers immediately.
‘Hello to you too,’ I laugh.
‘Have you seen the news?’
‘No. Why?’
‘Because you and your sexy older man are all over every news story in the world. Or at least that’s how it seems.’ I smile and bite my lip.
‘Why?’
“Why? Because aside from all the publicity shots, which have driven the world wild, they have photos of the way you look at each other. Some are even predicting you’re the next Mrs Reed!’
‘Ha. I’m not sure about that, but we do get on. And the sex…’
‘When are you coming home? I want every detail.’
‘About that,’ I laugh.
‘What?’
‘He’s taking me to his place in the Alps, so I won’t be back for a while yet.’
‘Fuck, girl!’ Marie laughs.
‘I have been,’ I reply. ‘And I plan to do a lot more of it.’
Marie laughs. ‘And your parents?’
‘Leave them to me. I’ll be in touch when we land. Gotta go. Need to pack.’
It’s six in the morning when I climb the steps of Marcus’s private jet. It’s much bigger than the one he arranged for me to fly from London to Dubai, with two pilots and two cabin crew. We’ve travelled in separate cars on purpose. My security team escorted me in one limo, twenty minutes after he left in another. Given the overwhelmingly positive press attention of us being seen in public that evening, his people thought it best that we weren’t then photographed sliding into a limo under the cover of darkness in the early hours. In fact, they thought it best we disappear for a few days and let the hysteria continue to build before we’re spotted again.
Marcus turns and looks down the cabin as he hears a pretty young blonde girl greet me with a steaming hot coffee as I step inside. He smiles, and I look down at myself. He’s never seen me in trainers, leggings and a jumper. But we’re flying into the cold, which I haven’t packed for, and this is the best I have at the moment.
‘Sporty Priya,’ I say as he wanders over and kisses me on the cheek.
‘Still sexy,’ he whispers.
I follow him to our seats. They’re bigger than anything I’ve ever seen on a plane, covered in black leather and facing each other. I take the one with its back to the cockpit. I’ve never flown backwards before, but if it means I can look at him the whole flight, I’ll take it.
Just as we’re seated and the cabin door has been closed, a lady in her forties in a very professional black uniform steps up with the blonde girl who greeted me.
‘Mr Reed?’ she says sweetly.
He looks up and smiles. ‘Diane, how are you?’ I see her melt as soon as he says her name.
‘I’m very good, thank you,’ she says, trying to keep her composure. ‘I just wanted to introduce Eliza, she’s the newest member of our team.’
Marcus looks over at the girl, barely in her twenties by the look of her, standing nervously next to where I’m sitting. She’s slim and naturally very pretty, with tight, curly blonde hair. ‘Hello, Eliza,’ he says warmly. ‘Lovely to meet you. I hope you will enjoy being with us.’
I see her go weak at the knees, then the two of them wander away to the back of the plane to take their seats for take-off. I smile at Marcus.
‘What?’
‘You have no idea what you do to women, do you?’
‘I know what I do to you,’ he says quietly, eyeing me, as we turn onto the runway. I lean forward towards him a little.
‘I’m interested to know what else you’ll do to me before this little trip is over.’
Marcus blinks and smiles. ‘Wait and see.’
When we’re in the air, Eliza and Diane bring us breakfast. Each of them buzzes around Marcus, partly because it’s their job, and partly, it seems, in the hope he’ll look at them. They seem to like it when he looks at them. But then so do I.
After breakfast is cleared away, Marcus offers me his hand, and I take it, letting him pull me into his lap. I curl up and nuzzle against his neck as he caresses my ass through my leggings. It’s still not been twenty-four hours since I offered to let him take my virginity, but given what we’ve got up to since he did, I now feel sexual, all the damn time.
‘Shame we’re not alone,’ I whisper.
‘Why?’ he asks, knowing the answer but wanting me to say it.
‘Because I’d love you to fuck me at forty thousand feet,’ I say, not even flinching as strange new words tumble from my lips. Marcus squeezes my ass through my leggings at hearing my words.
‘We wouldn’t have to worry, you know. All my staff sign NDA’s. They can’t tell anyone what they know.’
‘It’s not them knowing. It’s them seeing us doing it.’ Marcus slides his hand from my ass and between my legs. The warmth he finds tells him how horny I am for him again. I sigh and kiss his neck as he applies a little pressure to my clit, and I suddenly wish I’d worn a skirt for this flight, rather than leggings. If I had, I know his fingers would be inside me right now.