Make Me Crazy

“Mac Gamble.” I drive us the hundred or so feet to the tarmac. I’m not supposed to leave my Jeep here, in fact, it’s a two thousand dollar fine, but nobody’s around, and I’ll be right back to move it. I’d rather risk the fine than take the extra time to park and end up fighting high winds.

I start to load her suitcases in the cargo hold, but she stops me.

“I need my stuff so I can get dressed. I have to be ready for pictures as soon as we land.”

“No can do, anything this heavy has to be back here, so I can drop it if we run into trouble.”

“Drop it? No way am I letting you drop my clothes! This is practically everything I own.”

Yup, I knew she’d be a pain in the ass. “Look, Ms. Stanwood, quickly, and I mean, quickly, get what you need. The rest stays back here.”

She bites her lip and stares at her luggage for a second.

“You want a ride or not?”

“I want it.”

***

Once we’re up in the air, she turns to me. “Is there a bathroom? I need to get into my dress,” she shouts into the headphones.

“I take this is your first time on a helicopter.” I talk quietly so she’ll know there’s no reason to yell.

“Yes! It’s my first time!” Didn’t work. She’s still piercing my ears with every word. “Where can I change?”

I point behind me with my thumb. “Right there.”

Her cheeks go bright pink and then she nods. “Okay.”

Peeling off her headphones, she tries to unbuckle the seatbelt, but it won’t work. I reach over with one hand and undo it for her, my fingers brushing against her hip and making my blood race a little.

She climbs out the seat and brushes past me to the back where her suitcases are taking up half my damn aircraft. I glance back in the rearview mirror and see her bent over, unzipping a garment bag. I installed a mirror a while back to keep an eye on my passengers—as soon as I see one go a little green, I hand a bag back right quick. The mirror has saved my ass on many an occasion, but I’ve never been as happy to have it as I am now. The ass on this girl is amazing. Curvy and round—the kind you want to sink your teeth into.

Okay, I need to stop that now. Gawking at her like that is just plain creepy. She’s got to be at least ten years younger than me. Plus, she’s my client. Plus,

I should be paying attention to what I’m doing.

A little glance every now and then can’t hurt though…

She crouches behind the chair and lifts her shirt over her head. Now her bra drops to the floor. Pants are next. Now, her panties? Sweet Jesus, she’s killing me. She’s completely nude back there. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for autopilot. And the green light from this woman. Even though she’s annoying as hell, I wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin. Or ten.

I see her take some wipes out of a small plastic container and start giving herself a wash. One thing about women, they sure do come prepared. She catches me looking and something in her eyes says she doesn’t mind. It’s the way she holds my gaze for a second. Instead of looking angry or embarrassed, she just stares at me, before she crouches down again, presumably to get her dress on.

I am hard as a fucking rock right now. I set my eyes where they belong, out the window, and what I see is like a splash of ice water to my cock. We’re heading toward a mass of clouds as black as night. I turn slightly to the west toward Lover’s Cay, and increase our speed, realizing this may not have been my best idea yet.

A moment later, an enormous, fluffy peach takes over half the cockpit. I look over at Paige and she rolls her eyes. As soon as she gets her headset on, she says, “I know it’s awful. Don’t laugh.”

But, it’s too late. I burst out laughing. “Jesus, does your sister hate you or something?”

“No! All the bridesmaids are wearing these. Brooke thinks these are really pretty.”

“Brooke’s wrong. You look like you got stuck in a cotton candy machine.”

Paige puts up one hand and scowls, but not too much, just a little. I can tell she finds it funny. “Okay. Thank you, but I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

I watch in awe as she opens the massive makeup case that she has on her lap, and gets to work on her face. The lid opens up to reveal a mirror and about twenty drawers holding all kinds of things she really doesn’t need. I want to tell her that, but I won’t. I’ve already made an ass of myself by staring at her while she was changing. And those clouds are getting a lot closer now, so I really need to focus on what I’m doing.

Chapter 3