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

Ellmann,’ the stewardess beamed, ‘it’s so good to see you again.’
    ‘Thank you Jane,’ Ellmann replied, ‘how is your brother?’
    ‘He’s getting better,’ the girl replied, apparently quite touched by the billionaire’s concern, ‘the chemo seemed to do a lot better for him this time.’
    ‘Excellent,’ Sam Ellmann grinned with genuine joy, ‘I’m so glad to hear it.’
    He stepped past her and onto the plane.
    ‘Enjoy your flight Mr. Ellmann,’ the girl called.
    Jessica smiled at her politely as she followed the billionaire. ‘Hi.’
    As soon as she stepped onboard the plane Jessica had the sense that she’d entered somewhere very expensive indeed, the walls around her seemed to exude an almost sacred presence. It was like stepping into a palace.
    ‘This way Miss Lane,’ Sam called, ‘we’ll do it in my private lounge. That way the rest of the team will know not to disturb us.’
    ‘Of course,’ Jessica nodded. She followed him down the hallway and into a roomy, well lit cabin. There was a small bar, a long white couch and a table. On the wall behind her, a huge widescreen TV was embedded in the paneling. If Jessica could have lived in a place as fancy ad that she thought she could be very happy indeed.
    ‘Please, sit,’ Sam offered, ‘can I get you something to drink? I promise it won’t be totally outlandish like the last one.’
    Jessica giggled. She was really starting to come round to him. Whether he was a genius or not was still debatable, but one thing was for sure: he was pretty damn perfect regardless.
    ‘Only if you’re having something,’ she said.
    ‘Well in that case,’ the handsome billionaire said, ‘let me treat you to a glass of wine from the Cardin vineyard. Are you familiar with that label?’
    ‘Cardin?’ Jessica said, doing her best not to sound uncultured, ‘no, I don’t think so, not that one.’
    ‘Oh, you’re in for a treat,’ Sam smiled, ‘the vineyard burned down in eighteen ninety-eight, so the wine is beyond rare these days. And I must say, in my own estimation, some of the finest I have ever tasted.’
    Ok, now she was impressed. Not wanting to lessen herself in his eyes, she kept her mouth shut and sat down on the elegant white leather couch as Sam poured two glasses of wine. He handed one to her and held his own out in toast.
    ‘Chin chin ,’ he said.
    Jessica clinked her glass against his and then brought it to her lips, making sure that Sam was also doing the same. It was delicious, like something the Gods themselves might drink.
    ‘Wow,’ she said, ‘that’s really good.’
    ‘Isn’t it?’ Sam smiled. He sat down beside her. ‘You should put on your belt, the plane is about to take off. And I’d recommend covering your glass with your hand.’
    Jessica clicked the belt around her and Sam did the same. He was so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body as his leg brushed against hers. She couldn’t resist thinking about what it would be like to be on top of him, to fuck his brains out right here on this plane –
    She bit her lip and reproached herself. Really, one sip of wine and she was already letting her imagination run away with her.
    ‘Here we go,’ Sam smiled as the jet began to power up and turn around on the runway. Moments later it was gaining speed, hurtling down the concrete as it prepared to lift into the air. It was a smoother transition than any plane Jessica had ever been on in her life.
    ‘So,’ Sam said, once the plane was in the air and they were able to undo their seatbelts once more, ‘shall we begin?’ He turned towards her, his knee brushing against hers and sending a shiver down her spine. It felt no more than friendly but still it filled her head with dirty thoughts.
    ‘Of course,’ Jessica said, though all of a sudden her mind had drawn a complete blank. All those questions she’d memorized for him, they’d abandoned her completely. She felt a solitary bead of sweat emerge on her