Chapter 14 The Air Hostess (1)

• Victoria balanced the crystal wine decanter with practiced ease, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor of the private jet’s cabin as she poured a deep red vintage into Charles’s glass. The billionaire lounged in his leather seat, his sharp gray eyes following her every move, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. The hum of the jet’s engines filled the air, a steady backdrop to the quiet luxury surrounding them—plush carpets, sleek wood paneling, and the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the wine.
• “You smell nice,” Charles said, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the hum as he lifted the glass to his lips. His gaze didn’t waver, locked on her with an intensity that made the cabin feel smaller, warmer.
• Victoria paused, a flush creeping up her neck as she straightened, smoothing the front of her fitted navy uniform. “Thank you, Mr. Langston,” she replied, her tone professional but soft, offering him a polite smile before turning to walk back to the service cabinet at the rear of the cabin. Her hips swayed naturally with each step, the tight mini skirt of her uniform clinging to her curves, accentuating the way she moved. Charles’s eyes followed her, drinking in the sight—her ass, big and round, shifting enticingly under the fabric, the skirt barely containing it as she retreated. He shifted in his seat, the leather creaking faintly, his fingers tightening around the stem of his glass.