Page 34 of Kayla's List

“Kiss under the Eiffel Tower,” Kayla whispers before giving me a tight hug. “Thank you, Anderson. Really, I mean it.”

“I told you that I would help you. Stop thanking me. I want to do this.” I give her a peck on her lips and grab her by the hand.

It’s late, and we all have flights to catch in the morning, but I don’t want the night to end. I want to spend the rest of my life kissing her and touching her, just being around her. I don’t understand why, but I just can’t help myself.

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Instead of just letting Kayla go forthe night, I invited all the ladies to fly back with us on the private jet. It was another way for me to be close to her and to impress her. I don’t usually throw my money around, but in this instance, it is a necessary evil. I know it’s the company jet, but still.

The morning went fast, and before I knew it, we were meeting at the airstrip. I offered to have a car pick Kayla and her friends up, but she refused, saying they had already paid for a limo ride.

I’m doing my best not to check my watch or pace, but I feel nervous for some reason. I want Kay to know all of me, and although I keep a low profile, private jets and lavishness are sometimes part of my life.

Although I don’t communicate with my parents, my grandparents are traditional, and there are some things I have to be a part of as a McNair. She needs to know what she’s getting into, but I plan to ease her into my lifestyle a small portion at a time.

“Hey, Andy!” I hear Shelby yell as she strolls into the comfortable private lounge.

I don’t respond neither do I chastise her because we both know that she antagonizes people for sport. It’s a game to her, and I refuse to engage.

“Hello, Emani. Did you guys have a good morning?” I greet Emani as I ignore Shelby.

“Yes, we did. Thanks for asking.” Emani smirks as she passes me. Kayla is walking behind her, and I move to help her with her things.

“Hey, doll face. How’d you sleep?” I question, taking the roller bag from her hand and waving over the concierge so he can load the bags with the rest.

“Okay. I’m always anxious the night before a flight,” Kayla responds with a smile.

I lean down and kiss her lips, and she sighs and leans into me. Kayla presses her lush breasts against me when I wrap my long arms around her body, securing her to me. She looks up into my eyes, and I see the warmth swimming in her chocolate browns. I can stare into Kayla’s sweet dimpled face all day.

“Well, there’s a bedroom on the plane. We can take a nap once we take off,” I promise her.

“Man, the other half really knows how to live,” Kayla says wistfully.

I smile at her because I didn’t know how she would react to flying on a private jet. She didn’t seem opposed to all of the VIP treatment while in Vegas, but being on vacation is different from real life. I’ll still take things slow.

“We do alright. Did you eat something? Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine. I get a little nervous before takeoff,” Kayla admits.

“Oh. Is my baby doll a nervous flier?” I tease her, rubbing my hands up and down her back as we sway from side to side.

I’m already addicted to touching her, and as long as she lets me, my hands will roam all over her. I must say that I’m having a hard time keeping my hands in PG territory. Kayla’s ass is so plump and firm. Just the thought of it makes my dick grow in my pants.

“Thanks for letting us travel with you. I had to adjust my list because flying on a private jet wasn’t even on my radar. So, number twenty-seven will be crossed off,” Kayla says happily, and I smile.

If being in the mile-high club was on that list, I would have her mark that one off too.I shake my head at my thoughts because I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s not just about getting Kay into bed. It’s about getting to know her and being in her life. But I would be a lying son-of-a-bitch if I said I can’t wait until we make that step.

I’m excited about being with Kay in all ways. She’s fucking fantastic, and I’d be a fool if I let a woman like her get away.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your entire party has arrived. You can board the plane whenever you’re ready.”

Everyone bustles around, getting ready to board the plane when I see Bethany giving me a funny look. I’ve been meaning to talk to her since the night after the keynote speech. But she’s been MIA. I haven’t seen her since I left with Kayla from the nightclub.

Bethany is usually at every event, but she didn’t show up for brunch or the pool party withBella Vodka.I make a mental note to talk to her.

“Wow, I never thought I’d be traveling private. We got discounted prices for the flight here, and now I feel like the queen B,” Emani says as she takes in the jet.

I smile proudly because our jet is nice. It was one of the first things we purchased when our investors began to increase. Now with the backing of Pearson, we can actually use it more often. We were able to lease it out to offset the cost of having it, but now we won’t have to do that. This weekend was a success in both my professional and personal life.