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A little humidity never stopped me. Miami was my bitch!
Esme opened the door and warm, humid air flooded into the plane. But what really got my attention was who was standing on the tarmac.
“Damn it!” I said. “What areyoudoing here?”
Ready to Mingle - Chapter 11 - Ash’s Worst Nightmare
Friday – September 13, 2013
Ghost narrowed his eyes. “We need to talk.”
“We do,” I agreed. “Your suit is a mess. You look like you just came out of a tumble cycle. You should really keep your suits in better condition.” I strutted down the stairs of my private jet and straightened his lapel.
He growled.
“Why are you here? I told you - no boys allowed at my bachelorette party. So unless you’ve taken the Strippocratic Oath…”
“You’re in danger.”
“Ooooh. What kind of danger?” I bit my lip. I hoped he was about to have his way with me. I loved when Ghost lost control. “Do tell. Is a kidnapper after me?”
“Yes.”
I put my hands to my face in mock surprise. “Oh no! Not a kidnapper! Is he going to take me and make me suck his big cock?”
“This isn’t a fucking joke. If it was, I wouldn’t have just spent an hour getting bounced around that damned cargo hold.”
Ah, so that’s why your suit is so sloppy looking.“Aww, Ghostie. I knew you loved me.” I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.Ow, stubble much?He could learn a thing or two from Teddybear. Teddybear knew I liked my men clean-shaven.
“I’m just doing my job.”
“Oh really? Because it kind of just seems like you’re jealous that you won’t be the guy who gets to ruin my bomb-ass bachelorette makeup with a thick cumshot. But don’t worry…this make-up is legit. It’ll take a massive cumshot to fully ruin it.”Like the ones you deliver, you naughty boy.
He growled again.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you wait on the plane for me? If none of the strippers are hot enough, I’ll let you do the honors.” The odds of that happening were almost 0. But it didn’t hurt to have a backup plan.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Yes I am. Or have you forgotten about the little video we made?”
He reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a grainy photo of a Samoan shoulder tatt. “This is Luigi Locatelli’s enforcer. I have good intel that he’s here in Miami. Good luck not getting kidnapped by him tonight.” He slapped the picture onto my chest and turned to walk away.
To anyone standing on the tarmac he must have looked so hot strutting his stuff. Which gave me an idea…
“Wait!” I called.
He stopped and turned back.
I tossed him my phone.
“We need a slow-mo video of us getting off the plane.” I ran back up the stairs. “Come on, girls!” I waved back into the plane for them to come join me.
“I probably didn’t hear this right, but did he say something about us getting kidnapped?” asked Ash.
“Oh, you know Ghost. He’s just being a drama queen.” I flipped my hair and strutted down the stairs again. This time trying to make Ghost drool.What? Sue me.I had a thing for Ghost. I wanted him to growl my name while pounding me from behind.
I got it perfect on the very first take, butsomeone- *cough* Ash *cough* - totally flubbed it. It was like she had never walked in heels before. So I had her swap her 6” heels out for some flats. Take two was better. But still not perfect. Take three was perfection.
