Victoria’s Secret Wish(39)

“Yeah. Monday, unless somebody needs an emergency flight outta here.” Sounded like she was looking forward to seeing him again, and planning to meet him. “Think while these guys fuel me up, I’ll run downstairs for a bite.” He looked at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Not that kind of bite for him, at least not tonight.

She was already backing away, her shoulder shrugged enough for him to tell she was thinking about that mark too. Back to the fake, professional, we-only-work-together smile, but she couldn’t hide that blush, and he wouldn’t forget all those times she’d visited him in the hangar on the Mountain.

So she liked it rough now. His little Victoria had expanded her portfolio. He liked that. A lot.

Now, where might he find his blogging friend? She was doing a fine job. So maybe instead, he’d look up Griffin. Hadn’t been cold at all in his room the last couple nights, remembering that cock. Fuck, yeah. Maybe he could get in for another faked “appointment” behind the bar.

His cock got hard on the elevator ride down to the Lido deck, just thinking about it. Could he talk Griffin into skipping the condom this time? Just a taste of him…

The elevator doors opened and he pushed past the people waiting to board. Didn’t look good–no Griffin in sight–but he’d definitely ask.

“Heya, is Griffin around?” he asked a lanky redhead working the bar.

She gave him a come-hither smile and winked one of her wide green eyes. “He’ll be in later tonight. We switched shifts. Anything I can help with?”

Red hair, green eyes… Could she pass as Victoria if he concentrated hard? Maybe. But he wasn’t in the mood for playing pretend. Boning some imposter pussy wouldn’t get him any closer to converting Griffin, or convincing Victoria to ditch the ball and chain. “Thanks.” He shook his head and strode back to the elevator.

“Fuck it,” he muttered as he opened the cockpit door to his chopper.

“Hi.” The Blogging Wonder slouched in his seat, a miniskirt shoved up so high he could smell her.

Great, just what he didn’t need today.

“Er. Hi. Thought I’d missed you. Nice job on the reporting, so far.”

She smiled and licked her lips, then two fingers on her right hand. “Wanna give me a reward?” The licked fingers went between her legs.

Shit. No panties.

But not so much as a twitch in his Levi’s. “Babe, we got a business thing goin’. I think we should keep it that way. Okay?”

Her eyebrows pulled down, and she narrowed her eyes.

Wouldn’t do for her to get in a snit. She might nark him out. Maybe he should smooth this over. “Look, it’s not personal. I pretty much bat for the other team now.” Still no answer. “I’m into dick, okay?”

She rolled her eyes, and yanked her skirt down. “Fuck you. What was all that, coming onto me Monday? And why do you want fucking Victoria if you’re a fag?”

“I’m not a fag.” He stepped close enough to be intimidating without touching. “We needed a cover for why we’d be talking, right? My tastes are a little eclectic these days, is all.”

“And Victoria?” she said, sneering. “Is she packing something the rest of us don’t know about?” As if this trampy little twat could ever grasp what it was about Victoria. “Is she some kind of tranny freak or something?”

“Watch your mouth. And get out of my seat.”

She huffed and stepped down. Man, he’d pissed her off. Now she’d probably walk off the job. Or worse yet, rat him out for setting up the blog.

“Hey. Babe.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “Really. It’s not you. It’s me. And just because I want Brett Grant out of the picture, doesn’t mean I want Victoria for myself. I got other plans. Plans I’ll explain to you later. Okay?”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes again. “I can find plenty of ass half your age on this ship anyway.” She waddled away, flipping him the bird as she went.

Fucking little bitch!





Chapter 15



Griffin hung a row of beer mugs from hooks above the bar. The Lido deck was hopping tonight. Judging by the catcalls and yelling from a couple of tables, some of the passengers had been out here for hours drinking. And the daytime bartender hadn’t done a very good job of watching how drunk the guests were. It wasn’t a hard thing to do–just keep an eye out, and when somebody started getting sauced, cut back on the booze in their drinks, or else slow down service a bit. He didn’t like the looks of things out there–heavy drinking didn’t mesh well with pools and unrestrained sex drives. Hard to tell what might happen.