He scratched Ambrosia between the ears, and she thumped her tail for him. He dreaded the vet appointment next week. He shoved it from his mind and looked out the window instead.
They bypassed the main departure turn-off for the airport and headed in to the back entrance for private and charter planes. Cherise led Ambrosia up the stairs to the Cessna, and Sterling noticed how pained the old dog looked, how slowly she moved.
A man in uniform loaded the bags into the plane, and Sterling waited for Jenna on the tarmac. She arrived a few minutes later in a yellow, checkered taxi. Before she could negotiate it, Sterling leaned in the window and paid her fare.
She got out and wrapped her arms around him. “I hate it when you do that.”
He kissed her mouth, pink with lipstick, knowing he’d get some on himself. “I know. Get used to it.”
She frowned at him, then boarded the plane. Sterling handed her three suitcases to the baggage handler and took in the roundness of Jenna’s ass as she entered the plane. If she’d just agree to sleep with him, this whole thing would be much smoother. His balls hadn’t been this blue since high school.
CHERISE
Cherise marveled at the mahogany and purple interior of the Cessna, but as Jenna boarded, she tried to play it off like she did this every day. Jenna swooped in and kissed Cherise on each cheek and sat down next to her, buckling her seatbelt even though Cherise was pretty sure the pilot wasn’t even on board yet.
“Have you ever seen anything like this? The seats are so comfy! I’ll never be able to fly coach again!”
You’ll never have to , Cherise thought.
“Should the dog be on the furniture?”
“Ambrosia’s fine. When you’re that old, you can do whatever you want, too.”
Jenna’s frown morphed into a hundred-watt smile as Sterling stepped into the plane. He wore a short-sleeved white polo, and hints of tattoos were visible at the edges of the sleeves.
“Are you three ladies ready?”
Sterling took the seat next to Jenna, and Cherise pulled her kindle out of her bag as they talked to one another. How did it make her feel to be one of his three ladies? The odd one out, for sure.
Her bank account suggested that being one of his ladies was a great idea. She’d even started sending a bit of money home to her parents. She felt bad about leaving school, but it would be there when she got back. After all, this wasn’t permanent.
The flight took much less time than she’d expected, and Cherise had to admit Jenna had a point. Coach would be awful after this. She knew she wouldn’t always be riding Sterling’s coattails to luxury, so she vowed to enjoy it as long as she could.
Another limo picked them up at the airport. Sterling and Jenna sat together on one bench seat, and Cherise shared the other with Ambrosia, who laid her head on Cherise’s lap. She stroked the old dog’s head even though she smelled kind of funny. She was a sweet girl, this one.
The limo carried them up into the mountains, through a concrete gate, and onto Ben Bachmann’s estate.
“Waterfalls and hiking trails here on the property. He’s got horses if either of you want to ride. Tomorrow, we can go to the beach. He owns a private one on the southern tip of the island.”
The villa itself stretched out before them, stucco and, Cherise thought privately, almost boring in appearance. Inside was an open floor plan with curved walls, and the first eye catcher was the huge gourmet kitchen. The floors were white tile contrasted with wood cathedral ceilings.
Eric, a member of Ben’s staff, set each of them up in a suite, asked them to relax and clean up, and to meet Ben for drinks on the patio at four.
Cherise’s room looked out over the garden. Several potted palms decorated the space, contrasting with large, loud flower paintings on the walls. She was eager to explore the waterfalls. She’d always dreamed of swimming in the pool under one. Each bedroom had an attached
They bypassed the main departure turn-off for the airport and headed in to the back entrance for private and charter planes. Cherise led Ambrosia up the stairs to the Cessna, and Sterling noticed how pained the old dog looked, how slowly she moved.
A man in uniform loaded the bags into the plane, and Sterling waited for Jenna on the tarmac. She arrived a few minutes later in a yellow, checkered taxi. Before she could negotiate it, Sterling leaned in the window and paid her fare.
She got out and wrapped her arms around him. “I hate it when you do that.”
He kissed her mouth, pink with lipstick, knowing he’d get some on himself. “I know. Get used to it.”
She frowned at him, then boarded the plane. Sterling handed her three suitcases to the baggage handler and took in the roundness of Jenna’s ass as she entered the plane. If she’d just agree to sleep with him, this whole thing would be much smoother. His balls hadn’t been this blue since high school.
CHERISE
Cherise marveled at the mahogany and purple interior of the Cessna, but as Jenna boarded, she tried to play it off like she did this every day. Jenna swooped in and kissed Cherise on each cheek and sat down next to her, buckling her seatbelt even though Cherise was pretty sure the pilot wasn’t even on board yet.
“Have you ever seen anything like this? The seats are so comfy! I’ll never be able to fly coach again!”
You’ll never have to , Cherise thought.
“Should the dog be on the furniture?”
“Ambrosia’s fine. When you’re that old, you can do whatever you want, too.”
Jenna’s frown morphed into a hundred-watt smile as Sterling stepped into the plane. He wore a short-sleeved white polo, and hints of tattoos were visible at the edges of the sleeves.
“Are you three ladies ready?”
Sterling took the seat next to Jenna, and Cherise pulled her kindle out of her bag as they talked to one another. How did it make her feel to be one of his three ladies? The odd one out, for sure.
Her bank account suggested that being one of his ladies was a great idea. She’d even started sending a bit of money home to her parents. She felt bad about leaving school, but it would be there when she got back. After all, this wasn’t permanent.
The flight took much less time than she’d expected, and Cherise had to admit Jenna had a point. Coach would be awful after this. She knew she wouldn’t always be riding Sterling’s coattails to luxury, so she vowed to enjoy it as long as she could.
Another limo picked them up at the airport. Sterling and Jenna sat together on one bench seat, and Cherise shared the other with Ambrosia, who laid her head on Cherise’s lap. She stroked the old dog’s head even though she smelled kind of funny. She was a sweet girl, this one.
The limo carried them up into the mountains, through a concrete gate, and onto Ben Bachmann’s estate.
“Waterfalls and hiking trails here on the property. He’s got horses if either of you want to ride. Tomorrow, we can go to the beach. He owns a private one on the southern tip of the island.”
The villa itself stretched out before them, stucco and, Cherise thought privately, almost boring in appearance. Inside was an open floor plan with curved walls, and the first eye catcher was the huge gourmet kitchen. The floors were white tile contrasted with wood cathedral ceilings.
Eric, a member of Ben’s staff, set each of them up in a suite, asked them to relax and clean up, and to meet Ben for drinks on the patio at four.
Cherise’s room looked out over the garden. Several potted palms decorated the space, contrasting with large, loud flower paintings on the walls. She was eager to explore the waterfalls. She’d always dreamed of swimming in the pool under one. Each bedroom had an attached
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