Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want by Carla Kane

 
     
    Mile High Club
    Sex on the Private Jet
     
     
    ‘Ma’am, please follow me to the private lounge.’
    Jessica stood up from her seat in the airport waiting room and picked up her briefcase. All around her the airport buzzed with activity as vacationers and business professionals hurried to and fro to make their destinations, but the guy calling her attention seemed a world apart from them. He looked like he’d stepped right out of a James Bond movie, all slick sunglasses and rich Italian clothes. He was one of Sam Ellmann’s personal representatives.
    ‘Of course,’ Jessica said and followed after him.
    Jessica Lane was a reporter for Parlor Magazine, which most of the time meant doing general fluff stories about whatever nonsense they’d assigned her to that week, but recently she’d been bumped up to writing features, more in-depth stories with a greater chance to shine. And so now here she was – not only about to do a full profile on one of the most powerful men in the world, but also about to interview him herself first hand, for a full six hours on his own private jet as they travelled from New York to London. It was like a dream come true.
    As she followed Ellmann’s PA through the busy airport Jessica had to jog to keep up with him even though from his appearance he looked like he was only walking in a casual stride. I guess life moves a little faster wherever he’s from, Jessica thought to herself.
    ‘Is Mr. Ellmann waiting in the lounge?’ she asked, hurrying to catch up with the slick assistant.
    ‘No,’ he said, ‘Sam hasn’t arrived at the airport yet. He’s on his way. Don’t worry miss Lane, we’ll look after you until he gets here.’
    She wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not – Jessica wasn’t used to dealing with people from the upper levels of the global village.
    Sam Ellmann was the godhead of Ellmann Enterprises, an international corporation with dealings in everything from ammunitions to baby food. For several years now the company had ranked amongst the most powerful corporations in the world. Something Sam Ellmann himself was largely responsible for. To say the least, the man was highly regarded in the world of international finance. In fact, many considered him to be a genius.
    Jessica followed the PA past two surly looking bodyguards and into a medium-sized private lounge. The room was exquisite and walking from the grubby main airport into this area was like stepping into a different world. There was a magnificent-looking bar crafted entirely from crystal, behind which a beautiful young woman waited to serve, and a number of rich mahogany tables with priceless leather seats around them. The PA ushered towards one of these.
    ‘Please,’ he said, ‘have a seat. Can I take your drinks order?’
    ‘Thank you,’ Jessica smiled, ‘I’ll just have an apple juice please. Will Mr. Ellmann be long?’
    ‘He will be here any moment now Miss Lane,’ the PA smiled professionally and then went to the bar to place her order.
    A moment later an Italian busboy returned with her drink, though it didn’t look much like what Jessica had had in mind. The juice, apparently freshly pressed, was served in a long crystal flute glass, with hand-sculpted ice cubes and a handful of frozen forest fruits. Beside it on the silver tray was a garnish of fresh fruit salad. It looked more like a whole breakfast than a beverage.
    ‘Wow,’ Jessica couldn’t help but exclaim, ‘thank you. How much will this cost?’
    ‘You misunderstand,’ the cute busboy replied, ‘all of this is already paid for by Mr. Ellmann.’
    ‘I see,’ Jessica smiled, ‘thank you.’
    She looked around her in wonder. So Ellmann had paid for everything in advance here. She wondered did that include the whole bar stocked up with rare and expensive liquors.
    The PA appeared by her table, his finger pressed against the headset in his ear as he listened to the feed. ‘Miss Lane,’ he said, ‘I believe Mr.