Chapter 3
“Dad, this is Jill, Terry’s sister.” Emma was smiling as she introduced her father to Jill.
“Jill,” he said, calling her name for the first time. He seemed to have gotten over his shock quickly.
“What?” she mumbled, still shell-shocked to see him at her brother’s rehearsal dinner. She jerked back when she saw his hand, and it took her a few seconds to realize he was holding it out to shake hers. Terry nudged her, and she hurriedly grabbed his hand.
“Hi, Mr. Holt,” she said.
“Nice to meet you, Jill. You can call me Bradley,” he replied, his facial expression inscrutable as he held her hands and looked into his eyes.
The handshake was going on for too long, so she snatched her hand back.
Confused by his sister’s behavior, Terry stepped in to save the day. “I was just telling Jill it’s possible you both arrived on the same plane. She missed her original flight and had to book another one.”
“Is that so?” Bradley asked, a gleam appearing in his eyes as he looked at her. “You know it’s smart to be at the airport at least two hours before your flight. How did you get to the airport so late?”
"Who cares?” she bit through gritted teeth, aware he was teasing her.
“Problem with her car,” Terry chimed in again, nudging Jill in the middle of her back a second time.
She cleared her throat and plastered a smile on her face. “Yes, I had a problem with my car on my way to the airport. Silly me for thinking that the car I’ve been driving for weeks without any problems would not disappoint me at a crucial time,” she said with a sickly sweet smile.
“Happens to the best of us,” he replied without missing a beat. “I hope you found the journey pleasurable and entertaining at least.”
Jill coughed and spluttered, too stunned to think of a reply.
“Not sure how pleasurable she would have found it since she flew economy.” Terry came to her rescue. “Definitely not as comfortable as you would have been in first class.”
“That's a pity,” Bradley said, his gaze still fixed on her. “If I’d known you were on the plane with me, I would have had them bring you up to first class to make sure your flight was as comfortable and as pleasurable as possible...”
“I have to use the bathroom,” Jill squeaked, turning around and walking away before anyone could stop her.
She had no idea where the bathroom was but kept walking until she left the hall.
Opening the door to her left, she saw it was a storage room and entered it without thinking.
She closed the door behind her and then held her face in her hands as she came to grips with everything that had just happened.
She thought she’d seen the last of the stranger from the airport, but not only was he back in her life somehow, it seemed he was going to be in it for good.
Taking several deep breaths to calm her nerves, Jill wondered what she would do about her predicament.
She still had an entire rehearsal dinner to get through, which meant being in the same room with him for several hours.
Then there was the wedding to think about.
She had no idea how she was going to get through it all.
She waited in the closet until her frayed nerves were back, then looked down at her dress to ensure everything was in place before returning to the hall. As she reached for the door, it swung open, and he stood in the doorway.
“There you are,” he said as he stepped into the tiny room, filling it with his aura and shredding her recently regained calm to pieces. “I was looking all over for you.”
“No...” Jill shook her head, trying to wish this reality away. “This can’t be happening. You can’t be here.”
“Yet somehow I am.” He was giving her that slightly disapproving frown again. The same one he’d given her when they first met, which had made her mad at him. It was still having the same effect. “Why did you run away at the airport?” he asked.
Jill frowned. “What?”
“At the airport, I told you to wait for me, but when I got out of immigration, you were gone. You ran away from me, Jill.”
She almost groaned when she heard him say her name. He shouldn’t know her name. She shouldn’t be hearing him call her name in that deep voice of his that was somehow always sexy no matter what he said or what mood he was in. Or what mood she was in, for that matter.
“Why did you run?” he asked again.
“Who cares about that?” she cried. “You’re Emma’s father. Terry’s father-in-law... I had sex with my brother’s father-in-law.”
He narrowed his eyes on her. “Not his father-in-law yet, and technically speaking, we didn’t have sex.”
“Not sure this is the right time to be quibbling about the definition of words, Mr. Holt,” she said sarcastically.
“You had your hands between my legs. The things I said to you on the plane... Oh my God!” Her face turned red, and she wished the ground would open and swallow her.
The room suddenly felt too small, and she tried to move around, groaning when she found no space. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“You still haven’t told me why you ran away,” he said stubbornly with a glint in his eyes.
“You made me really mad, Jill. See, my daughter is getting married tomorrow, and that’s all I'm supposed to be thinking about. I should not be thinking about some annoying brat I had fun with on a fucking plane.”
“And that’s why I left,” she retorted. “It was supposed to be fun on the fucking plane and nothing more. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to your daughter’s wedding?” she accused him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming for your brother’s wedding?” he countered.
“I’m sorry, I was too busy trying not to scream and let the whole plane know I was getting finger banged in first class,” she snapped, and they both glared at each other.
“Okay, we’ve got to sort this shit out,” he said after a few seconds. “I’m not letting this mess ruin Emma’s special day.”
“No shit.” She sighed and then groaned as the sound of his voice whispering in her ear as she came played in her head. “Oh my God. I got finger banged on the fucking plane by my own father-in-law.”
“I’m not your father-in-law.”
“Yes, you are. Your daughter is marrying my brother, which makes her my sister-in-law, making you my father-in-law.”
“Not yet. Wedding’s not till tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Everything we did happened before then...”
“That’s right,” she interjected, grateful for the lifeline he was throwing her. “It doesn’t matter because Terry is not married yet. As long as we both stay far away from each other, we should be fine. I mean that, Mr. Holt...”
“It’s Bradley,” he corrected her with a scowl.
“Just stay away from me for the rest of the night.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied. “I stay away from you, and you don’t have to worry about giving in to any temptation.”
“Me? What about you?”
“Not sure there’s anything to be worried about on my end.”
She glared at him. “I don’t like the way you said that.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re acting like nothing will happen tonight because you don’t want it to. Like you’re irresistible or something.”
“I must be to you. Why else did you run away from me at the airport?”
“Maybe I realized I didn’t like you as much as I thought I did,” she countered.
“Bullshit. You were so wet you were practically dripping down my hand, and you spent the rest of the flight talking about all the ways you planned to rock my world.” He stepped up to her, forcing her to tip her head back to look into his eyes.
“Just so we’re clear, if I wanted you to drop to your knees right here in this closet and suck my cock till I come, you’d do it. ”
Jill gasped and clutched at her chest. Her shock lasted a few moments. The arousal his words evoked was longer and more intense. Not that she was going to let him know that.
“No, I won’t,” she lied. “You don’t get to tell me what to do just because you’re sexy.
And a very good kisser. And good with your hands.
And great at cuddling...” She paused, not sure where she was going with her statement to begin with.
“None of that means anything. I could still say no to you if I wanted to.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked, taking another step closer and sucking all the air around her.
“Like I said, if I wanted you to fall to your knees and take my cock in your mouth, you’d do it.
But I'm not going to. Tonight is Emma’s night, and I don’t want to ruin it.
It’s also why you’re not getting spanked right now. ”
“What?” she squeaked.
“That’s right. I should be spanking you right now for running away at the airport, Jill. Or have you forgotten what I said I'd do if you did something I don’t like? Hell, right now, it’s hard not to bend you over that table and give you the spanking you deserve.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with indignation.
One look at him and Jill knew he would not only do it but that she would probably enjoy it more than she should.
“You wouldn’t dare spank me at the rehearsal for your daughter’s wedding,” she quickly added, grateful when it did the trick.
“Fine,” he said. “As long as you stay as far away from me as possible, we should be fine.”
She growled at him under her breath but said nothing.
“You should probably head back inside before your brother gets worried and starts looking for you. The last thing you want is for him to find us both in this tiny closet.”
“Why should I be the one to leave first?” she countered stubbornly. “I was here first. You should leave.”
“I would, but it’s going to take a few minutes before I’m back to normal.”
Jill frowned. “Normal...” Her gaze dropped, and her eyes widened when she saw the size of the tent his erection had made in his pants. “Oh my...”
“Jill,” Bradley said in a tortured voice, “you’ve got about ten seconds to leave this closet, or I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”
She stayed frozen in shock for a few seconds before turning and fleeing for her life.