I liked her. Professionally shutting Marsha up was peak after all the bickering she’d been doing all morning due to her hangover. If Armond took the time to go through all of this then best believe we were about to show up with the biggest smiles on our faces.
Stella snickered as she threw her arm over Marsha’s shoulder. “Look, bestie, at least we can be comfortable and you can sleep the entire way without either of our elbows in your side.”
“She does make a good point, Mar,” I said.
“Whatever, y’all. My head just hurts. I was ready to plop,” Marsha replied.
“We’re almost there,” Seraphina explained. “Just down this escalator and a couple hallways before we reach outside to the private hangars.”
“Oh, thank baby Jesus,” Marsha exhaled.
We all laughed at her comment and followed Seraphina without much said. The second we walked out, I let out a gasp.
Armond stood at the foot of the steps to the jet looking quite delightful, but my eyes were planted on his shiny ass black and chrome jet. It was gorgeous.
“Damn,” Stella said as we approached him. “Brandy, you better bag that.”
Armond let out a low chuckle. I was surprised he could hear her since we were still a few yards out. I’d have to remember his super hearing. No telling what conversations he’d heard and what moves he’d made because of them.
“You could’ve just called me, Armond,” I said once I approached him.
He had a sly smirk on his face with his hands in his pockets. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed my face. That squint in his eyes was the cutest thing to me. Those long lashes of his had me jealous. I had to get my lashes done once a month just to look like I had some. His were perfect and he was… gorgeous.
Damn, can I actually bag that?
“What fun would that have been? I did take you for one to show up to these things earlier though. We’re behind schedule.”
He wrapped his arms around me then kissed my forehead. I felt like crap because we could’ve been in the air already. We shouldn’t have drank so much knowing we had important shit to do early in the morning the next day.
“Come. Hello, ladies,” he greeted Marsha and Stella.
“Hey, Armond,” they said in unison.
He led me up the stairs while holding my hand. That gesture alone had me smiling. He was a gentleman and I wasn’t used to little things like this. His touch was soft, warm, and almost gentle. It felt like the best shea butter body oil against my skin. I almost got distracted by the shield of protection I suddenly felt.
My feet hit the entrance to what seemed like it was out of a movie. The sleek black leather seats, the long couch, the big ass TV that sat in the middle of the jet, and whatever was behind it. Was that a bar?
My girls looked on with big eyes just like me. I’d never been around something so lavish and all of us stuck in place showed Armond that too.
“Ladies, come and get settled.” He waved us on. He was standing by the bar, fixing himself a shot of something dark. Nothing was labeled or in their original bottles. It was quite intriguing. Honestly, everything on this jet was appealing. I was starstruck by the soft lighting, the hum of the soft music playing in the background. The…Wait… who is that?
Tucked in the corner at one of the desks was a woman fixated on her computer to the point where she hadn’t acknowledged anyone since we’d gotten on. Armond noticed my eyes on her and he smiled as he walked back to me.
“Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Come here right quick, Brandy,” he said. I made my way over to him and he guided me with his hand on my elbow to this random woman.
It wasn’t until I walked up on her that I realized who she could be. She looked just like Armond. She had long dark hair in a messy bun, tanned skin that looked like she’d been to a beach, and pretty green eyes behind those glasses sitting on the brim of her nose. It was also when I noticed her headphones and heard the buzz of the bass vibrating against her ears. The second she noticed me, she jumped out of her skin.
“Oh shit,” she said as she grabbed her chest.
“Amelia, this is Brandy. Brandy, this is my younger sister, Amelia. Unfortunately, she will be joining us on the flight since she was too bougie to fly first class,” he said snidely.
“I had plans first. You can’t just ruin my plans to accommodate yours. That’s what we have a schedule for,” shebickered. “Anyway, hi, Brandy. It’s nice to meet you.” She extended her hand and I shook it.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Would you like something to drink?” Armond asked.
“Sure, uhhh... you have any wine?”
