One of a Kind Love: A Holiday Romance

By Sapphire

Beau should have known by the way she carried herself that Capri was a force to be wrecked with. The way she put him in his place one day while on the plane should have been all the evidence he needed to leave her alone. However, after he got over his initial shock, it was brought to his attention by his friend, Caspian, that he needed Capri to seal some very important business deals.

When Beau spied what she was wearing under her clothes, he knew then that she wasn't the normal woman. She had a way about her that was strong and dominating, which he could put up with, if the outcome was to his liking.

But if she thought Beau was willing to be her boy toy, then Capri has another thing coming. And he was going to enjoy proving it her, one erotic experience at a time that he was not like all the others. Of course, he'd also have to deal with Monica, his conniving ex-wife, showing up in an attempt to putting a stop to his fun, but for some reason...he thought Capri could hold her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Nov 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781648406225

Book preview

1

F uck me, grunted Capri, as she watched the glasses filled with expensive liquor slide from the silver tray onto the paisley printed carpet. Her honey-colored eyes cut over to the locked door behind her. She knew that the sharp change in the airplane was not an accident, but it was done intentionally. The pilots had made it very clear that they weren't happy, when she showed up to play flight attendant instead of Jessica. It wasn't as if she was so happy about the change, but the young girl said she had her reasons. Reasons that, according to her, involved the passengers that were now flying on the private jet, or at least that's what she had said in her phone call. As for the passengers, they were the standard assholes with money. Just the fact that they had chartered the impressive Boeing 747 aircraft, for a total of three days to fly them to multiple locations, said a mouth full. The interior of the million-dollar craft was luxurious, in polished chestnut wood and white marble throughout the two-story craft that housed three bedrooms, a formal dining room, a large conference room, two full-size bathrooms, two sitting areas, a screening room, and a huge tropical aquarium to be the cherry on top.

She rolled her eyes again as the sounds of laughter and hoots from the downstairs area drifted to her. She smiled as she thought of the pilots’ faces when she informed them that the wasted drinks were coming out of their pockets. She knew it would only serve to piss them off further but she didn't give a damn. It would be payback for their cold ass stares and rude remarks. Capri had no doubt in her mind that her being there would cause a disturbance. She was, after all, the eyes and ears of the corporation. That meant that their jobs were on the line if they were dumb enough to step over it. That also meant that whatever the goal was for them fighting over this job with the other pilots was null and void because she was there. Of course, she knew that a plane like this had its own rules. She realized as she repositioned the glasses on the tray for a second time before she walked from behind the partition toward the winding staircase. This flying machine was like Vegas. What happened here, stayed here.

Case in point, she thought, as her gold-tipped heels came to rest on the main level of the aircraft. The party had moved to the sitting room. The area was long in length with plush, velvet booth type seats that lined the walls, leaving three large, round couches spaced out in the middle of the floor. The young, thin blond with huge breasts that had boarded the plane with the eight rich gentlemen, was working to get the men worked up. There was no damn way that she was related to any of them. If Capri had any question to that fact, what she saw a few seconds later confirmed her thoughts. No longer was the woman dressed in the elegant light blue pantsuit she came aboard wearing. Now, she was swaying to the bass that was pumping through the speakers, wearing nothing but a matching pink lace bra and underwear set, with matching garters. Capri slowed her steps to watch. The woman was center stage and she was working it like a pro. All that was missing was a pole for the act. Even without it, she rolled, thrust, dipped and created a scene that had all the men focused on her, as she used one of the round couches as her stage.

Shit, Capri couldn't say a thing. Frankly, she didn't really care what the hell they did while they were up in the air. She, too, had taken a private flight with some of her lovers to make their love making a bit special. Her eyes left the girl to glance around the room at the men assembled. In spite of the fact that there were others in the room, it was obvious that the woman's act was dedicated to just two out of the group of eight. She, too, would have taken the two younger, handsome men compared to the six older, out of shape men that were now moving closer to get a better view of the sensual dance. Unfortunately for the woman, it was those two that seemed to be far from being tempted by what she was offering, no matter how hard she tried. They watched, but they appeared to be more involved in their own conversation than in what she was offering.

Capri's honey brown eyes locked with the green ones of the handsome man that was sitting off in the distance. With a start, she remembered she was still holding the drinks that the clients had been waiting for. Quickly, she moved and began to pass out the amber colored liquor. The blond smiled at her as she waited for Capri to pass before she got down on the floor. She glanced over her shoulder, interested in seeing what the chick was going to do next. Her eyes grew and a fresh wave of hoots went up at the sight of the flesh colored dildo she produced from a velvet bag. Like the pro she was, she opened her mouth wide and began to suck the piece of plastic. Her mock moans mixed with the dramatic slurping of her mouth, echoed throughout the captivated room.

Oh god, I want to be that dildo, one of the men moaned, gripping his dick to show the girl just how much he was enjoying the show.

In due time, the blond smiled back. Slowly, she let her drool run down the sex toy, rolled over onto her back, and opened her spray tanned thighs. Capri's perfectly shaped eyebrow shot up, as she caught the same glimpse that the others were seeing. The woman cracked, closed, then opened her legs wider, while her cunt played peek-a-boo through her crotchless panties.

Beau sat and tapped this fingers on the polished arm of his leather chair, while he waited for the stewardess to bring him his drink. His lack of drink far outweighed his desire to watch the group of silly ass men fight for a better view of the blond. He marveled at the fact that each one of those old Viagra popping men, were going to happily take their turns fucking the woman. If he really wanted to blackmail his fellow partners, he would have more than enough to do so. The fact that one of those men was his ex-father-in-law did make it a bit tempting, but he knew that man was very much aware that his daughter was a spoiled, unfaithful bitch, so there was no real reason for him to do so.

He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly to get the attention of the stewardess for what seemed like the tenth time. He would have thought that she would have been eager to bring him his drink, after the amount out time it took her to come back with them in the first place. For a time, he had thought she was processing corn for the whiskey drinks from scratch, she had been gone so damn long, and now she stopped to watch what was clearly none of her business. His eyes trailed down her luscious body, before his eyes darted back to the only other woman in the room. In his opinion, he found the stewardess much more attractive, even with the Mohawk haircut she wore. He had seen other women with the same hairstyle, in which he had found ugly, but not on her. Maybe it was the way her straightened hair had soft curls that cascaded down her neck to stop in the middle of her shoulders.

Too bad her attitude is shit, he thought. From the moment he had arrived, the woman had been rude, insulting in a very sarcastic manner, and didn't know how to keep her options to herself. The way she looked at him and the others when she was present during discussions, as if they were stupid, was totally out of line. She was nothing but a maid of the friendly skies, and with her on the flight, the skies were cold as hell. The fact that she was content with standing rooted in her spot with his drink still out of reach, was a testament to his point. He found it a bit surprising that she found the act unfolding before her that interesting. He would have thought that she would have been offended by the lustful display. It was no secret how it was going to end, but his parched throat was a different story.

No longer willing to wait, but be damned if he actually got up to retrieve his own drink, Beau brought his fist to his lips and made an act of coughing loudly. His friend, Caspian, that was seated next to him, half watching the live porn show and looking over the reports Beau had handed him, chuckled. He knew his friend could be an asshole. Caspian just hoped Beau wasn't preparing to lock horns with Capri, because he knew that his friend would be the one limping away from that fight. He opened his mouth to warn him, but then decided that a confrontation between the two might be a better show to watch.

Beau sounded as if he was coughing up a lung. The smile on his face when Capri finally chose to acknowledge him, was just as fake as his cough had been. His eyes locked with hers once again, as she walked toward him, tray in hand. Her annoyance was clearly written in her stiff movements, but with a bright smile, she delivered his drink. Capri blinked a few times as she wondered why the man hadn't taken his drink off of the polished tray that was just inches from his face.

He wants me to hand it to him, she realized.

Your drink. It seems your throat really needs it.

Oh my, I'm shocked that you even noticed, he grunted, rubbing his throat in mocked distress, but he still hadn't removed the drink from the tray.

I'm surprised that you're still employed because your customer service is... he let his words trail off.

Capri's eyes narrowed. Sir, your drink will soon be diluted if you don't drink it, she replied.

And I wonder whose fault that would be, he responded.

Caspian laid the reports on his lap and watched the two closely. Beau could be a rude fucker, but never had he seem him to this degree. His friend was used to women falling over and even fighting for his attention, just like the slut on the couch was still trying to clearly do, by asking for volunteers to fuck her with the dildo.

So, you think we should pull back in the oil sector and sell off our shares? asked Caspian, in an attempt to keep the two from going to war, only to realize that he might have made things worse.

Maybe it was the sharp intake of breath, the way her full lips slanted, or the flicker of her eyelids, but whatever the gesture was, Beau picked up on that cockiness about her when she felt as if she was smarter than the others, and it pissed him off yet another degree.

I was going to let all of this slide, but now I've changed my mind. I will be reporting you to your supervisor when we land, as well as requesting a different stewardess, he stated, as he finally took the drink from the tray. You need either more training, or maybe a career change, he finished slowly, with his eyes moving to the blond to drive his point home.

"Are you implying that I'm better