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Sebastian’s mother’s driver, Charlie, peered yet again in the rearview mirror, waiting for the signal that his Master wanted to exit the vintage Bentley. He studied the young gentleman, noting both the expression of eagerness and sadness in his features.
It was the look of someone eager to have some comfort and diversion from the weight and heaviness of life’s responsibilities and duties.
It was also the look of a man hungry with desire, tired from holding down his carnal appetite. Charlie contemplated the days when he too understood the lustful appetite for life, when death has arrived to lay claim to someone cared for and loved. At the very least, admired and respected.
He never really knew if there was much love between his young Master and the lad’s Mother. Both had seemed content to part and each go their way, carrying out their lives under careful watch of societal observation and obligation.
Equally so, Sebastian could sense the apprehensive yet patient observation of his family’s faithful vehicle steward of his family’s cars. Despite wanting to allow for a more relaxed dynamic between them, Sebastian wasn’t ready just yet to start a candid conversation with the faithful servant.
Instead, they waited in mutual, polite silence. The Cardiff jet was due in for landing anytime now.
Sebastian fidgeted a bit, peering back and forth at his iPad and smartphone, occasionally glancing up to see if there was any sight of the family jet yet. Thankfully, his smartphone pinged, a courteous text sent by the attendant indicating that Celeste was about to arrive. Along with it, came a progress report.
Sir, she seems both dreadfully nervous and excited. She attempted to read several times but it seemed she couldn’t focus? She’s had three cocktails now, so is a bit more relaxed than when we departed. She’s a delight, sir – if I may say so. Very pleasant. Quite lovely.
A charmed smile crept on Sebastian’s face. It was noticed by the driver, who then smiled ever-so-slightly, his curiosity now peeked as to who would be exiting the Cardiff family jet.
They both heard the jet coming in to land, both of their eye’s following the private plane’s descent onto the runway. Eventually, the jet found its appointed place and finally, after the hustle and bustle of securing a safe exit for the guest, a petite and feminine frame with long, brown tresses descended from the plane and down the stairs.
Sebastian signaled to Charlie and soon, his driver was escorting her from the plane to Bentley, while carrying her baggage. Charlie opened the door for Celeste and graciously escorted her into the vintage vehicle. For the minute when the driver closes a passenger door and quickly makes their way to the driver’s side, there is an opportunity to engage another with some modicum of true privacy.
As soon as she sat down, she peered nervously up at Sebastian, a hesitant but sweet and sincere smile on her face. She waited, somewhat breathless for him to acknowledge her. He noted the slight tremble in her hands and the nervous swallow she made. His eyes met hers and in an instant, he toppled into her world. Claimed.
It was like peering into the dark, creamy, brown eyes of a beautiful doe. Warm, sincere, deep and kind. Timid but bold.
Surprised by his own physical response to her, he spoke. “Welcome Celeste. I hope it was a good flight?” He asked.
She nodded, looking shyly away. “Yes, as good as can be for someone who’s never flown before, sir. It was quite comfortable. Thank you.”
He noted a slightly darker and pinker color rise to the surface of her face. She was becoming flushed. Embarrassed. Even just a tiny bit of his attention and she was already blooming in his presence, under the penetrative weight of his masculine gaze. It was mesmerizing. Breathtaking, but he dared not let her know just yet the powerful sway she already had on him.
“Good. As it should be. We have about a forty minute drive ahead of us, so please do get comfortable. We’ll wait until you’ve had the chance to get settled and some rest before I discuss any particulars. Fair?”
Celeste nodded, “Of course. Whatever you think is best, sir.” She said, folding and then settling her hands into her lap. She crossed her ankles and tucked her legs under her. Her long hair slid down and framed her face.
He noticed the striking beauty of her profile, studying it momentarily. He’d been observing it frequently via surveillance when she spent time in his library and he hadn’t grown tired of looking at her. Her features were delicate, balanced and elegant.
And the best thing about it all.
She was completely oblivious to herself and her beguiling nature. As their drive commenced, he snuck glances at her, and also noticed his driver taking in the sight of her on occasion. Quick and unobtrusively.
Sebastian imagined asking her to lift up her skirt and to drape herself over his knee. Immediately, he knew he’d made a mistake – his manhood leaping to attention.
Now was not the time!
Ultimately, she was his employee and when it came right down to it, that was part of her primary job, but his contracts were very clear – the one-on-one contact didn’t ever occur in the presence of other paid staff. Only other maids. He couldn’t very well break his own rules. Especially since this was the first time they’d actually met. Person to person.
He strained with the intense desire he felt for her, the eagerness to lay claim to someone new, someone so innocent. Thankful for years of practice in self-restraint, his Alpha nature eager to lay claim to her.
And for the first time, in a long, time, if ever – he felt something new. His lust was mingled with a tenderness. A type of adoration that set itself apart from just sexual desire and erotic admiration. As if entwined and entangled, he could feel her presence emanating next to him. As if an exquisitely beautiful butterfly had appeared and settled into the backseat of the Bentley.
Sebastian realized he was holding his breath, and finally exhaled. Slowly.
Who was this creature? And why was it she had such a profound impact on him, in her presence?