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handsome as ever and dressed down in a pair of cargo pants, expensive looking boots, and a flannel shirt tucked into his belt and rolled up at the sleeves. His big muscular forearms bulged out and I looked up at his half exposed chest and felt my mouth watering in lust before my eyes made their way up to his face. Handsome, square jawed, and with a bit of stubble coming through the skin. His big blue eyes looked me up and down and then he grinned ear to ear before taking a step into the apartment and kissing me.
    “Good to see you.” I said.
    “Same.” He pulled back and placed his finger back on my lip like he’d done earlier, and I had to try and stop myself from giggling, but it didn’t work out too good. I smiled, rubbed his arm and then muscular shoulder, and mentally reminded myself that it was time to get on the road.
    “Okay, let’s go before I get too turned on. You’re so unbelievably sexy, ugh.”
    “After you, my dear.” He rasped.
    The limousine sat double parked in front of the building, its emergency lights flashing against the setting sun. I stepped into the door which the driver opened for me and then Brad crawled in next to me. He told me we were heading for an air strip a little ways up the coast, and would be there shortly.
    When we got to the air strip we boarded a small but luxurious private jet decked out in caramel leather interior and with plenty of booze on the racks to our sides. The stewardess poured us each a glass of champagne and within minutes of boarding we were alerted by the pilot that we were about to take flight.
    The plane careened down the runway, Brad’s hand placed overtop of mine, and as I sipped my champagne I had to steady it with both hands as the wheels left the pavement and before I knew it we were high in the sky, heading over the gorgeous mountains of Ventura County and then the bright blue pacific ocean. It looked so vast from high above, and I could see people looking like ants on the beaches of Malibu. As I looked out the window it almost seemed that we were going to head right into the blinding sun, but after a few minutes the skies began to slightly darken as we flew through the clouds at thirty thousand feet.
    “Have you ever been on a jet such as this?” He asked proudly, and sipped his drink.
    “No, and it’s quite the experience,” I looked at him and nudged him playfully on the shoulder, feeling giddy as could be, “Do you take it often?”
    “Everywhere I go, generally, unless it’s just a short flight up the coast. In that case I take my helicopter.” He smiled.
    “It really is lovely. I never thought I’d see the day that I was riding on a private jet. It’s just… Crazy, Brad.”
    By then I could do nothing to stop the laughter. It came in joyous heaps, erupting from my throat as my eyes watered with happiness. Brad shared the moment with me; the dazed and jaded billionaire he’d become seeming to experience it through my eyes for the first time again. He smiled, nodded his head, and chuckled amusedly.
    “I don’t see what the big fuss is about,” He said heartily, “But I guess I’m kind of experiencing it through you. Feels good.”
    The rest of the flight took about five hours, and it was filled with laughs, drinks, hugs, and most of all kisses . We stepped off the plane and had our luggage handed to us by the attendant who bid us farewell, and then we were whisked away by another limousine that was sitting waiting for us.
    “Good to see you Franklin.” Brad said as he sat down into the plush leather backseat next to me.
    “Yes sir. Visiting on vacation or business, sir?” The man had a raspy New York accent. He was old and no doubt retired to Hawaii. I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that he was solely employed by Brad himself on a full time basis, despite the fact that Brad might not even visit Hawaii that often.
    “Vacation, mostly.”
    “Mostly?” I asked.
    “I’ll definitely have to take a call or two, but