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I’m not, I’m far from it.
Lorenzo is likely used to sophisticated women, so I command myself to calm the heck down. I look over at him, as I pull on the headset he points to.
I nod in thanks as he watches me close.
I’ve started to notice, when we have fun, and I try to joke around, he doesn’t seem to let his guard down much.
As if he can’t just be him.
It’s as if he gets stuck in his cold, hard, and grumpy mode.
He is either distracted, protecting his billions, or he never learned to live while young. My heart skips a beat when I remember what Mom said. That he had a messed-up family life.
Maybe that’s it, and maybe he didn’t learn to really relax, live, and trust the universe.
I’m suddenly shaken from my thoughts, and I hold onto the seat. I white knuckle the white leather before Lorenzo leans over and reaches for me.
He pauses, inches from my face as the chopper vibrates. After I nod nervously, he straps me in and yanks the straps tight.
There is something about him being close and binding my body up. My clit throbs, and I gulp.
Finally, the engines whine high, and he yanks on the columns. We lift off, and I beam and look down, as we skim over NYC.
After we clear the buildings, we drop and streak along the ocean and up the coast.
It’s a great way to travel, and fast with so many people and cars in NYC. There is however one problem, I am not calm, at all.
Lorenzo notices a knee shaking uncontrollably, and he eyes my clenched fists. My breathing is also tense, and I am beyond anxious.
“Relax,” he says, gently over the headset.
I cannot, and Lorenzo asks me to look at him. I eventually force myself to, and as the airspace ahead is perfectly clear, he turns to me. Lorenzo’s commanding and confident stare, calms me. He then uses his deep voice. “Keep looking at me and slow your heart rate. Can you do that?”
“I… ”
“Trust me and do it.”
His voice and eyes control me, and soon, I inhale and feel calmer and safer. I’m unsure how he commanded me, but he did.
His deep voice had somehow worked on me, as if he had power over me,or my body. Maybe it was even NLP, the mind control technique.
The idea of him controlling me worries me butexcitesme.
As we fly on, we look ahead, and I am in another state.
I look across the ocean, and the beauty, distracts me. My fists open like flowers in the sun, and we fly over dunes, trees, and water, towards homes on a distant beach.
“Beautiful?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
“That’s good,” Grumpy says. “You get too uptight at times.”
I spin my head around fast, and the always scowling grump is smiling. I whip my hand over fast, and I whack his hand.
We suddenly drop, and I scream loud.
Lorenzo corrects us as my heart races.
