Chapter 2 An Impromtu Trip to Denver

Adrian

My phone vibrates on my lap, dragging my attention away from the clouds drifting below. One hour to touchdown. A message lights up the screen. It’s from my brother, Jonathan:

“Listen little brother, Marge sprung a weekend away on me, and I can’t cancel. I’ve arranged for a lovely gal named Selene to fetch you. She’s great—you’ll like her. If it weren’t for Marge, I’d be chasing her myself lol. She’s at your disposal for the weekend, I’ll be back on Monday catch up then.”

I smirk. That sounds like Jonathan. Always juggling one too many things, always pulling strings. But this little setup—has definitely piqued my curiosity. If he’s handing over a woman he’s interested in to me, even jokingly, then she must be something special.

Another message buzzes in:

“She’ll be holding a placard with your name. Look for a tall, sexy African-American lady.”

Now I’m intrigued. I lean back into the plush leather of my seat, stretching my legs out as far as first class allows. My fingers tighten around the phone as my mind starts filling in the blanks. Tall, sexy, and personally vouched for by my woman-charming brother? This trip might not be such a chore after all.

I glance down at the next message—“at your disposal.” The words loop in my head like a tantalizing tease. My thoughts spiral a little. What exactly does that mean? Is she just here to chauffeur me, babysit me and drive me around the city… or is Jonathan offering something a little more… open-ended?

I chuckle to myself. That’s Jonathan—always leaving just enough ambiguity to keep things interesting.

I swipe the screen closed and set the phone on the tray holder in front of me, then return my attention to my tablet. I was halfway through an erotic novel I found online—purely for research purposes , of course. I’ve always had an interest in the psychology of dominance, power exchange, and dark, forbidden pleasure. Right now, I’m reading Clash of the Doms, and things are just heating up.

My cock shifts beneath my slacks as I read. It’s not just the writing—it’s the buildup, the seduction, the tension between control and surrender. I sip my scotch slowly, letting the words sink in as my anticipation for the weekend grows.

Suddenly, a voice purrs just above my ear. “Can I get you anything else before the captain turns me on?”

My head snaps up, confused for a second. “Excuse me?”

She laughs softly. “Sorry. Before the captain turns on the seatbelt sign.”

She winks, lips painted cherry red, posture flirty. The stewardess. She leans in closer, clearly enjoying my reaction.

“Just water, thanks,” I reply smoothly, keeping my cool, though I’m fully aware of the growing bulge under the food tray.

As she walks away, I glance down at my screen. Damn. She definitely saw the title.

Clash of the Doms.

She returns with the water bottle, leans down low, her chest just grazing my arm, and places it gently in front of me. She whispers in my ear, eyes flicking to the tent in my pants, “You know you’ll have to power that down when we begin to land.”

With that, she casually slips a cocktail napkin beneath the water. The corner is folded up, just enough for me to spot a phone number scrawled in blue ink.

I raise an eyebrow.

This weekend might be looking up after all.

Despite the stewardess distracting me , my mind immediately goes back to Selene , I can’t get Selene out of my head. Who is this woman Jonathan keeps hyping up? Is she one of those polished corporate types? Cold and efficient, with a clipboard and a plan? Or maybe she’s the kind of woman who knows she turns heads and enjoys every second of it—high heels, sharp tongue, a glint in her eyes that says try me.

God, I hope it’s the latter.

I try to focus on the story again, but it’s useless. All I can picture now is Selene—tall, confident, sultry. I imagine her leaning against the side of a car, placard in hand, smirking as I walk out of the terminal. Will she be all business… or will she play?

And what did Jonathan mean by “If it weren’t for Marge, I’d be chasing her myself… that means she is worth getting to know .”

That thought makes me pause. Marge—his wife. Now there’s a woman who knows how to get what she wants. Sexy, strategic, and sharp as a blade. And once upon a time—before the rings, the vows, and the shared mortgage—she and I shared a moment we both swore never happened.

A night of secrets, passion, and whispered lies. A night that lives buried beneath layers of guilt and discretion. Jonathan can never know.

My pants tighten further at the memory, and I subtly adjust myself. Maybe it’s the anticipation. Maybe it’s the altitude. Either way, I’m restless now.

At your disposal.

Those words play like a melody in my head. I can’t help but wonder if Selene knows what she’s walking into. If she’ll be shy and professional, or curious and reckless. If she’ll resist, or play along. Either way, I know I'm in.

The captain’s voice comes over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve begun our final descent into Denver. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing.”

I sigh and shut off my tablet, tucking it back into my carry-on. I shift my gaze to the window. The Colorado skyline is creeping into view—snow-capped peaks in the distance, the city sprawled beneath them like a glittering map.

It’s been a while since I was last in Denver. I didn’t exactly come here willingly. Jonathan made it sound like an import business meeting, that I couldn't miss. But now I'm being pawned off with Selene.

Not that I mind. If Selene is half as intriguing as he says, this might turn out to be a trip worth taking more often.

The plane bumps slightly as the wheels hit the tarmac. My pulse quickens. I rub my palms together and smile.

Time to meet Selene.

Let the weekend begin shenanigans begin.