Chapter Eighteen
Xia
Saturday afternoon... CyberCo Airline private hangar, Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport...
Xia smoothed down her crisp white shirt, tucked neatly into fitted black slacks that hugged her curves in all the right places. The GoldenEye crew uniform was meant to be professional, but she’d learned to work it to her advantage. Not that it mattered since Rex Oliver never seemed to notice.
“So, what’s your job on this run? Bartender or wife whisperer?
” Cheri nudged her as they walked toward the plane.
Her friend was turning heads in a slinky emerald-green mini dress that showed off her long legs, paired with stilettos that could probably double as weapons.
Once again, she was wearing a matching mask covering most of her face.
“What do you think?” Xia rolled her eyes. “He didn’t contact me once the entire week. Oh no, instead, his trusted PA phoned me to inform me that my duties are required on this day/night trip. Apparently, my dear Master R has three... I kid you not, three fucking potentials I need to evaluate.”
“Three? Are you saying he’s going to manage the club, scene, and fuck all three in a ten-hour period?”
“Believe me... he’s got the stamina for it.” Xia tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. She’d spent enough nights remembering and envisioning exactly what that stamina could do. “I’m surprised he limits himself to only three. He could definitely handle double that.”
“That’s, of course, only if you give him the go-ahead that they are indeed wife material.” Another nudge. “I’d say you have the upper hand here, my friend.”
A mischievous smile played across Xia’s face, though her heart wasn’t quite in it. “Oh, indeed I do, and I can’t think of one good attribute that might lead to any of his yet-to-be-seen potentials to his cabin for some hot and sweaty sex.”
She glanced at the plane’s sleek silhouette against the afternoon sky, fighting back the familiar frustration.
Here she was, probably the only woman who truly understood what Rex needed, relegated to the role of screening his potential conquests.
The irony wasn’t lost on her. She could spot a perfect submissive from a mile away, yet Rex remained blind to the one right under his nose.
A forlorn sigh drifted from her lips, quickly masked by her usual playful demeanor. No use dwelling on what couldn’t be. She had a job to do, even if it meant watching him scene with women who would never understand him the way she did.
Except, Xia hated watching him scene with them. She wanted his Master’s attention focused on her for once... just her, in a scene that would blow her mind.
“What? Come on,” Cheri prodded, her perfectly manicured fingers brushing Xia's arm. “Out with it. You’ve got that look. The one that says you’re drowning in thoughts of him.”
Xia’s fingers traced the edge of her snowy collar, a newly developed telltale nervous gesture that betrayed her carefully maintained composure.
“He’s never scened with me... not like he does with them.
In the dungeon with that quiet intensity, that raw commanding presence that makes your breath catch and your knees weak.
The way he builds that connection until you reach sub space and him that perfect Dom high.
..” She exhaled slowly. “I want that... God, I need that, Cheri.”
“Then tell him.” Cheri’s green dress shimmered as she moved, matching the fierce determination in her eyes. “Where is it written that a submissive can’t ask her Dom for something she needs? Since when have you become the type to pine away in silence?”
“Except, he’s not my Dom.” The words felt like broken glass in her mouth.
“As I said before... bullshit.” Cheri’s stilettos clicked decisively against the tarmac as she stopped, forcing Xia to face her.
“He made it abundantly clear that you belong to him and him alone for as long as you’re his wife whisperer.
That, my friend, goes two ways. If you belong to him, so does he to you.
So, demand that he service you in the way you need.
Make him see what’s right in front of him. ”
Electricity danced along Xia’s nerves, lighting up possibilities she’d barely dared to consider.
“Damn, I never thought of it like that, but you’re right.” A determined glint flashed in her eyes, matching the wicked smile that curved her lips. “I’m going to do just that.”
“Late again, Ms. Foster?” Master Coop’s sharp voice cut through her plotting like the crack of a whip. A quick glance at her watch confirmed she wasn’t.
“Nope. Seventy-two seconds to spare, Master Coop.” She straightened her already impeccable uniform with practiced precision, knowing his exacting standards by heart.
“Just fall in line, sub. We have a lot to discuss. A day/night trip means we spend the entire time on the plane, and that can be grueling if you don’t keep to the schedule.
First rule on a trip like this... there is no swapping of duties or break time.
You keep to the schedule unless I change it. Understood?”
Everyone murmured their agreement. Cooper’s voice faded to background noise as Xia’s mind wandered, crafting a scene that would shock Master R out of his comfortable assumptions.
One that would make him finally see her as more than his faithful wife whisperer, perhaps even as a woman worthy of his complete attention, his dominance, and his filthiest desire.
There was just one stubborn obstacle in her path, one caveat she couldn’t wipe out—the two years she’d have to spend in Hawaii at the headquarters of Aloha Hotels you didn’t swipe right for basic.
Too kinky? Wow, she liked being tied up?
Groundbreaking. Wrong lipstick? Yeah, I’m not proud of that one, but desperate times.
.. Wrong voice? Wrong vibe? Honey, I didn’t just notice—I memorized it, and now it was living rent-free in my brain as a cautionary tale.
And if they were just generally wrong? Well, bless their hearts, but the only thing they were perfect for was being a red flag in someone else’s love story.
.. not HER man. So, shoo, all of you, go forth and sin no more.
Her creative vetting process was fast earning her a reputation for being particularly... discerning. What Master R failed to realize was that her standards weren’t impossibly high... they were just exactly Xia-shaped.
Her knuckles barely made contact with the door before his curt “Enter” reached her ears. She stepped into the suspiciously dimly lit cabin, immediately spotting him behind his massive desk. He looked every bit the powerful Dom he was, right down to the brooding eyes that tracked her movement.