Flight Control (eBook, ePUB) - Wulf, Arian
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There's lust forty-thousand-feet in the air.
Vanessa follows one bad decision after another and falls straight into the arms of a powerful man almost twice her age as he takes her apart in a private plane, using toys and expert hands on her inexperienced body.
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
She could scream and cause a scene, but she's never been one to start trouble and this place is foreign to her. It's only supposed to be an overnight stop for her before she's flying again the next day.
She should tell him that she forgot something important and she needs to head back to the office. She…mehr

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There's lust forty-thousand-feet in the air.

Vanessa follows one bad decision after another and falls straight into the arms of a powerful man almost twice her age as he takes her apart in a private plane, using toys and expert hands on her inexperienced body.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

She could scream and cause a scene, but she's never been one to start trouble and this place is foreign to her. It's only supposed to be an overnight stop for her before she's flying again the next day.

She should tell him that she forgot something important and she needs to head back to the office. She opens her mouth and says, "Did you put something in my drink?" Damn it.

"How dare you!" he exclaims immediately, his face going several shades darker. She doesn't know why she ever thought him good looking.

"Why don't you drink it yourself if you didn't put anything in it?" she asks.

"How dare you!" he responds again, like a broken record with no other way of defending himself other than to sound outraged. She wonders if this has never happened before and it's why he's so thrown by it.

"Drink it," she insists. "Then, I'd believe you."

"How dare- how dare you accuse me of something like that! I would never!" he swings his hand wide and tips the glass over, spilling it's content all over the table. They're beginning to gather a crowd. It's hard not to, with him grabbing her wrist so tightly and being so loud even though she's barely raised her voice at all. "Now look what you've done," he says as though it wasn't a deliberate act to get rid of evidence.

She raises her brows at him.

"You're a fucking ugly cunt anyways," he says, letting go of her hand and twisting away with every bit of intention to play the part of a scorned lover as he stomps out of the bar, but his path is suddenly blocked by someone. The very same man Vanessa had been ogling the whole date.

He gestures at the mess at the table. "Perhaps you should apologize for that," he says and there's something about his tone that suggests it's not a suggestion.

The man looks incredibly unattractive as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, like he can't quite get his mouth to form the right words. Maybe he's trying to say 'how dare you' again.

Vanessa puts the glass upright, if only for there to be something to do with her hands. She gathers some napkins and tries to mop up the dripping water.

"No, don't do that, doll," the stranger hums. "He made the mess, make him clean it up."

Her date looks absolutely outraged by that, but he is still gaping like a fish out of water, unable to form the words.

"Or would you rather I bring this to the station? I don't suppose I would find anything suspicious if I searched you now?" he pushes back his suit a little, showing off the firearm that he is carrying.

She startles. He's either a police officer or the mafia.