by Aidy Award
Mile High Club
The planes back to the States were packed. Grant and I sat at the airport for sixteen hours trying to get on a flight. Grant had access to the 1K lounge which had restored Wi-Fi, comfy couches, and champagne. It made the wait a whole hell of a lot more comfortable. We spent our fair share of time snuggling and talking, but Grant had business to attend to as well.
I’d never seen him so stressed out and happy at the same time. He’d yell at someone on the phone at the same time he ran his fingers over my knee in soft circles.
“That’s the end of that project. I was hoping some of the equipment would be recovered but I’ve got nothing.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “This is not the first impression I wanted to make. I’m showing up completely empty handed.”
I’d already tried to talk him into using the pictures on his camera. I didn’t completely understand why he wouldn’t use them. But, I had to try one more time.
“Look I’m not trying to promote myself, but I hate to see all your hard work, and frankly, some bad-ass pictures go to waste. You’ve got to present them.” I was firm, but if he wouldn’t reason, I wasn’t above some other kind of convincing.
His face said he was thinking about it. “Even if I agreed to use my personal photos, all I have are the ones of you, or the ones with you and me. I can’t do a spread or any kind of meaningful cover story about diversity without more models, love.”
I had an idea. Not a big idea, but a small one. That might be exactly what this situation needed. “So what if you don’t do a spread?”
“What are you thinking?”
“You said you think the board is going to be resistant to diversity, so they probably aren’t going for a whole magazine make-over. Forget the cover of Sports. But, how about an editorial story?”
“Hmm.” He kissed me, giving us both a too short taste of what was to come. “So you want me to take it slow with them too? It’s not really my style.”
I kissed him back, slipping him the tongue. There was a time and place for slow. His mouth wasn’t one of them.
“Yeah. Ease them into the idea of diverse models by slowly integrating some articles into the magazines and push more and more into publication over time. They won’t even notice until it’s too late for them to move back to their fuddy-duddy dirty old man ways.”
He tilted his head and let the idea settle in. “If it works, they wouldn’t even want to. You’re beautiful and brilliant.”
When he said stuff like that I had to keep reminding myself that he meant it, and that I had to believe him.
“But the only feature I can do with most of those pictures has to be in one of the men’s magazines, and it would definitely be about treehouse sex.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
I poked him in the forehead, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in for a wet sloppy kiss.
“Gimme your camera, hornball.” We’d looked through the pictures half a dozen times passing the time throughout the day. So I knew exactly which ones I was looking for.
I was gentle with the camera bag that had saved my life. We’d washed and dried it, and I told Grant he was never letting it go. I flipped through the pictures until I found the one of us at the waterfall.
“Look, use this one,” I chose another on our hike of some flowers and hanging vines along the path where the sun had poked through the clouds sending rays down, “and this one,” and do a story in your women’s magazine about having a sexcation on the island.
He looked at me like I was nuts. I was. “L’eau? Their editorial staff will pitch a fit. They are stuck on the heroin chic look. They were last on my list to tackle.”
I could barely keep myself from clapping my hands with devious glee. “I know, it’ll be great. They can’t say no to the new CEO, and the article is perfect for their audience.”
“I don’t think they’ll be excited about the picture with the flowers. How about this one instead?” Grant pushed the forward button until he landed on the picture. The one where lust was written across my face and sex was on my mind. Not to mention how you could practically see my nipples through the wet t-shirt.
“You’re the perfect way to introduce real beauty to the readers of our fashion rag. You’re gorgeous, confident, and sexy. How could anyone not be turned on by you?”
Grant wasn’t looking at the picture anymore.
Funny that a man who influenced social norms of beauty and sexuality with his pictures wouldn’t understand. “Fashion is a fickle mistress. Consumers, the public, fashion directors, photographers, they’re all telling models, me how imperfect I am. You should see some of the comments I get on Instagram.”
“You don’t want me to put these pics in the magazine?” He stowed the camera away.
It was an ideal opportunity. “I do. I want other women to see that we can be beautiful at any size. That fashion isn’t just for the size zero models. It helped me feel pretty for the first time when I learned how to dress for my body and in clothes that weren’t too baggy and formless. Nessie and her fashion sense did that for me.”
She’d been a good friend for a long time, and soon I would be repaying a whole ton of favors.
“Okay. I’ll get a writer on it and give L’eau’s editor the story next week. How is Nessie?”
He’d heard about her a million times over the years, and I guess now, they’d have to actually meet. “She’s being an amazeballs designer and I can’t get her to do anything about it.”
“Is she working for someone or does she have her own line?” That was his professional voice.
Eventually I’d use that connection to push Ness into the world of fashion for real, but not quite yet. “She made all the clothes I brought, but she doesn’t do it professionally. I’ve been trying to talk her into it for years.”
“I have no doubt in your persuasive skills. The bloggers love you.” Grant leaned back into the couch.
I sat up. “How do you know?”
He closed his eyes like he was ready for a nap and we were discussing nothing more than the weather. “I’m the soon to be CEO of a company with a fashion magazine, I keep up on trends. You’re outspoken and a media darling. I keep tabs on models like you.”
“Like me, or me?”
“You. “What if you did an article about surviving Hurricane Cameron on this tropical vacation on Leau.com at the same time this honeymoon article comes out?”
“And tell them what? The best way to survive a hurricane is to seek shelter and sex?”
“It was only the side storms of a hurricane. The real deal didn’t hit Costa Rica, because they’re in a hurricane-free zone.
I crossed my arms. “I lived through a god-damn hurricane and you’re not convincing me otherwise.”
“Okay, okay. We lived through, and did very dirty things in a hurricane. Happy?”
I smiled lording my victory over him. “Yes, thank you. You’re sure the board is going to go for this?”
He shook his head. “I’m not going through them. I don’t need board approval to put an article into one of the magazines.”
“Sneaky bastard.”
“That’s how I do my best work.” He grinned.
I was still allowed to be worried. “But what about all the money you spent on the shoot this weekend?”
He closed his eyes again and didn’t open them. “Don’t remind me.”
“Too late.”
“Let’s change the subject. What are you doing next weekend?”
I was going to do my best to let him into my life. Didn’t mean he needed to invade my whole social life too. He may know about the BDSM stuff, but no way I was ready to take him to Devils and Angels.
Besides, I had important plans.
“Nessie’s birthday is Saturday and I’m taking her to Devils and Angels to celebrate.”
Didn’t I just say I wasn’t going to involve him in that part of my life? Then why the hell did I tell him about my plans? I could have said it wa
s Nessie’s birthday and leave it at that.
“The sex club.” It wasn’t a question.
I could see the wheels turning in his head. “No, no way. This is a girl’s night out.”
“You’re going to leave a guy alone on a Saturday night, in a new city while you go to a sex club? Not nice, love. Not nice.”
I ignored that. It wasn’t just about sex and I wasn’t ready to talk about the fact that Grant was moving to my city or how I was going to have to start including him in my day to day life. This was too hard. So I ignored it for now. One step at a time.
“I think a little foray to the club is the perfect way for her to embrace her dirty thirties. She doesn’t need the extra pressure of meeting you for the first time.”
“I like the dirty thirties. In fact, I think I’d like to be dirty with you at least thirty more times.”
“Tonight?” Not that we weren’t both going to be exhausted by the time we got home. Plus, I guess we’d be going to my place. Did he even have a place to live yet?
“Right now.”
“A man after my own libido.” Now if only I could teach him to be submissive for me.
“If we ever get on a flight, wanna join the mile-high club.”
“First of all, the airline attendants don’t let you do that.” I may or may not have tried it before, a couple of times. “And also, there’s no way we are both fitting in one of those tiny lavatories.”
“We will if you sit on the sink and I’m on my knees.”
Didn’t that sound promising.
I wasn’t sure this was going to be a happily ever after, but I was okay with happy for now.
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Hugs and Kisses,
--Aidy
More Books by Aidy Award
The Curvy Love Series
Curvy Diversion
Curvy Temptation
Curvy Persuasion
Curvy Domination (coming soon)
The Curvy Seduction Saga
Rebound
Rebellion
Reignite
Dragons Love Curves
Chase Me
Tease Me
Bite Me
Cage Me
Baby Me
More Dragons coming soon~
Fated for Curves
A Curvy Girl Sci-fi Romance Series
set in Magic, New Mexico.
A Touch of Fate
A Tangled Fate
A Twist of Fate
More Fated for Curves stories coming soon~
About the Author
Aidy Award is a curvy girl who kind of has a thing for stormtroopers. She’s also the author of the popular Curvy Love series and the hot new Dragons Love Curves series.
She writes curvy girl erotic romance, about real love, and dirty fun, with happy ever afters because every woman deserves great sex and even better romance, no matter her size, shape, or what the scale says.
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