Seatbacks and Tray Tables | Prequel to The Liberated Wife
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“Where are you staying in Miami?”
“The host hotel.”
“No you’re not. You’re staying with me.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Christopher…”
“Ladies and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seatbacks and tray tables are in their full locked and upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed under the seat in front of you. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. We know you have choices in airline travel so we thank you for choosing our airline. We look forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Enjoy the beautiful Miami weather.”
And before you know it we’d landed and Christopher was still holding my hand. He let it go when we were at the gate and we got our things. He added my computer bag to his shoulder along with his and we de-planed.
“I’ll take my bag now.” I said when we’d reached the terminal.
“I’ll carry it for you.”
“Um…”
“OhmyGod! It’s Taylor Ansley!” someone said excitedly to my left and I turned in the direction with a smile plastered on my face.
“Hi. Yes. It’s me.”
“What are you doing in Miami? I’m such a major fan. I read your blog every single day! I used that Benjamin Moore paint you used in your foyer in my family room and I swear it as the best thing I’ve done to my house yet!” She was a pretty blond woman wearing a Lily Pulitzer tunic, capris and boat shoes.
“Thank you so much. They are sponsors so I will certainly let them know I met some of their fans. Do you comment on the blog?”
“Yes. I’m Ava’sMom.”
“Oh yes! I’ve seen your name before. Well, thank you so much and make sure you tune in next week. I’m going to reveal what I did with that gentleman’s armoire I found at the yard sale a couple of months ago.”
“Oh I can’t wait!”
And then I walked off hurriedly with Christopher at my side and tried not to make eye contact with anyone putting back on my shades.
“So, blogging makes you famous?”
“Blogging makes you crazy. And sometimes famous.”
“How big are you?”
“Pretty big I guess.”
“Don’t be modest.”
We walked out and a driver walked over to him. “Mr. Reddick. Nice to see you again, Sir.”
“Well hello, Vlad. I only have this bag but we’re going to wait for my friend to get her bag.” He said this as I searched for my name among the drivers.
“No need to. My driver is there.” I pointed.
“You don’t need a driver. “
“I know I don’t need a driver. I have a driver.”
He stepped closer to me smiling so that only I could hear what he had to say. “I warned you on the plane what would happen if you pushed me over the edge. I want you. I want to bury my nose in your pussy and I want to fuck you over the side of my bed and then I want to fuck you from behind on the deck overlooking my private beach as the sun sets. I want to fill you up with so much of my cum you gain weight on that perfectly toned body of yours. I owe you. You owe me. “
I gasped feeling that heat build up once again. The driver with my name looked at me again and smiled, walking my way upon recognizing me.
“Ms. Ansley? I’m your driver, Paul.”
I looked at him and then back at Christopher.
About the Author
Danica Boutté is an award-winning writer who lives mostly inside of her head. She started writing at a young age as a contributing editor of her school paper and has written everything from blog posts to articles to screenplays, short stories and books. Having had a difficult childhood she cultivated escapism with characters, learning to create a life more appealing then the one she lived in. It's this foundation that makes her writing so real, because of the existence of the storyline as if it were a movie playing in her head.
The Liberated Wife series is the first thing she's written under the pen name Danica Boutté - who is to her what Sasha Fierce is to Beyoncé.