Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Exactly.”
Gabriela helped herself to a piece of cheese and a cracker. That kept her from having to say anything else as her mind whirled around the inside of her skull. She’d known Kole for less than a day and already he’d figured out the secret inside her.
She’d worried when she’d accepted the role that people would know her deepest, darkest fantasies. Then the allure of being undercover tempted her to go for it. How could she hide her truth in plain sight other than under the disguise of acting the part?
When her hand hesitated over the last of the grapes on the platter, Kole urged, “Eat. There are plenty of things here for me to enjoy. The grapes are yours.”
Smiling her thanks, Gabriela picked up the bunch and settled back in her chair to enjoy them. She worked hard to maintain her toned body. Grapes were her favorite cheat treat. Sweet enough to enjoy as dessert, they were supposedly good for her as well. Vince always made sure there were grapes on board when she flew.
Picking up her phone, Gabriela went through her messages and emails. She normally stayed off social media, leaving that to a paid specialist. Curious to see if the film had gathered an audience as they dropped teasers for their enjoyment, she opened one site. Scrolling through the comments on one post featuring a photo of her on set, she discovered an anonymous comment that sent a shiver of concern down her spine. Instantly, she got out of that app.
“Something wrong?”
“Just a mistake to check my social media feed. There are always haters there.”
“I’ll have my staff comb through the latest posts and see if there’s anyone we need to check out. Do you have someone who takes care of that for you?”
“I do. The Reynold Social takes care of all that for me,” Gabriela reported.
“Send an email introducing me to your contact there and copy me.”
Without thinking, she went to follow his directions. And hesitated. “I don’t know your email.”
“Give me your phone,” he directed.
Finding her contacts, he added his information, filling all the fields in before closing that section. He called the Reynold Social group himself before handing the phone back to her.
“Do you want me to call you so you’ll have my number?” she asked.
“I’ve already got it. Thanks.”
“Oh, right, from my agent.”
“Let me refill your water. Are you both still working on the tray? Need anything else? More grapes, Gabriela?” Vince asked, picking up Gabriela’s bottle and waving at the almost empty tray.
“No, thank you, Vince. Water would be good. Those cameras are wicked on dehydrated skin,” she commented.
“We can’t have that. Sir? Anything else?”
“I’m good. Thank you.”
Vince removed the tray and table from the aisle with ease and headed back to the kitchen area to stow everything and refill her water. With the aisle cleared, Gabriela stood and tucked her small purse under her arm before walking to the bathroom. Dawdling there to give herself a bit of time away from the magnetic man with her, Gabriela checked her makeup and brushed her hair.
After freshening her lipstick, she stared at herself in the mirror trying to detect how Kole had known she was Little. She hadn’t even known that about herself until she was in college and sat in a psych classroom. The professor discussed sexual kinks and the atmosphere in the large auditorium was electric. The students were so focused on the lecture that a pin drop would have echoed.
A few expressed their judgements of certain kinks, but everything fascinated Gabriela. Who could decide which was right and which was wrong? As long as it didn’t hurt anyone—well, other than the person who’d chosen to be flogged or pierced by needles—who was she to criticize?
The professor hadn’t talked about age play or Daddydoms and Mommydoms for long, but he’d portrayed it as a sweet and spicy relationship chosen by people who needed to escape from their responsibilities they had in real life or craved punishments with a caregiver aspect. Or for the opposite role, people who were dominant but nurturing at the same time.
She’d searched his references and the internet for more information on age play and had discovered it was popular in romance novels. Diving down that rabbit hole, Gabriela had worn out three sets of batteries in her vibrator. Thank goodness for rechargeable ones.
A flash of that empty drawer popped into her mind, and she hurried from the bathroom. The plane bounced a bit with turbulence as she got close to her seat.
“Sit down, Gabriela. The pilot just alerted us that there is turbulence outside,” Vince called.
“On it!” she answered and gasped as a stronger lurch knocked her to the side.
“Gotcha.” Kole wrapped his arms around her and guided her away from the other seats she would have collided into.