Chapter 41: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…The flight!

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“You sure you’re okay?” Tristan asked Damon for the fourth time since they boarded his luxury private jet. Damon had been looking preoccupied since he’d received a call just before they got on board.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Damon sighed, looking out as the plane started taxiing down the runway.

Tristan wasn’t convinced but decided to let it drop since Damon seemed lost in thought. They were sitting facing each other, buckled in. Tristan took a sip of his Hennessey, which he had been served whilst they prepared for takeoff. Damon had opted for a glass of water.

He turned to look around and couldn’t help but be impressed with the luxury interior of the plane. Damon had told him he had spec’d it up to his taste after the death of his father. It was obvious he had paid a lot to get it like how it was. It was a big plane but could only take about eighteen people since most of the space had been converted into something else. Though the mirrored ceiling created the illusion of a bigger space, there was actually enough space to stretch out on the plane. It was what Tristan called Traveling in style as it was obvious the plane provided huge levels of comfort. He couldn’t wait to look around.

“We’re now at cruising altitude,” the pilot’s voice boomed over the intercom as the plane leveled out. “Feel free to move about the cabin.”

Immediately they were freed to move about the cabin, Tristan removed his seat belt and slid into the seat next to Damon, and took his hand in his.

“Hey talk to me. You’ve been in a pensive mood since we boarded and I don’t like it. I planned on enjoying this flight as I have a lot of work to do as soon as we get to Paris but this mood is not helping. Is it business? Come on talk to me.”

Damon sighed and squeezed Tristan’s hand. Then he brought their entwined hands up to press a kiss on Tristan’s knuckles.

“There was a wrong shipment delivery. It’s going to create a lot of setbacks.” Damon said.

“Can’t you do anything about that from up here? Doesn’t this airplane also come with Internet access?” Tristan teased, trying to lighten Damon’s mood.

Damon turned to look at Tristan, his eyes laughing. “You mean you don’t mind if I do a little work? ‘Cause I really have to clear this up.”

“Not at all. Go right ahead. I want to look around anyway.” Tristan said with a grin.

“Okay.” Damon leaned over and ran his thumb gently over Tristan’s lush lower lip. Then his hand moved to the nape of Tristan’s neck, holding him while their lips met in a gentle, almost tentative kiss. Tristan moaned, his lips parting slightly. Damon wasted no time in slipping the tip of his tongue inside his mouth and deepening the kiss, loving the taste of alcohol on Tristan’s lips. Tristan’s head reeled from the sensation of Damon’s hot, sweet breath filling his mouth. They were breathing heavily now as desire took over.

Damon groaned into Tristan’s mouth and suddenly broke away from their kiss, panting. He leaned his forehead against Tristan’s, trying to calm down. Then dropping a kiss on Tristan’s swollen lips, Damon stood up and headed for the boardroom.

He paused and glanced over his shoulder at Tristan, melting him into a puddle with those maddeningly sexy blue eyes of his. “Come get me when you miss me.”

A surge of lust pulsed through Tristan’s groin. “I will,” Trista replied huskily, still reeling from that kiss when he heard the sweet voice.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas,” a sexy hostess greeted with a smile, “can I serve you anything?”

Tristan grinned and pointed at his glass. “A refill will be okay Alma.” He said glancing at her nametag.

“You sure that’s all you need?” Alma gave a brilliant smile.

“Yes, that will be all,” Tristan said with a glint in his eyes. Trust Damon to have such a hot number as hostess on his private jet. “Actually I want to look around so if you don’t mind, you can be my personal tour guide. Forget about the drink for now.”

Alma laughed at that. “Sure Mr. Thomas. Anything you want.”

“Hmm… Anything? I’m liking this trip already.” Tristan drawled, drawing more laughter from Alma. “And call me T.T.”

“Okay T.T., so where do we start?” Alma wondered aloud. “The cockpit. Come on.”

By the time they finished touring the plane, Tristan was totally impressed by the sheer luxury and was calling the plane a "Flying Hotel" to Alma’s amusement. The only place they hadn’t gone was the boardroom as Tristan didn’t want to disturb Damon. The plane had been configured for both work and play. Damon did travel a lot so Tristan understood why he wanted the plane to give maximum comfort.

The curving lines of the jet disguised the fact that you were inside an aircraft. It had a cinema room, a curvy cocktail bar which boasted of a super-size TV screen, cozy seating and private dining or relaxing zone, a sleek and elegant kitchenette perfect for rustling up a delicious snack or a glass of something naughty, a bedroom, a boardroom and an executive suite with its bathroom.

Tristan finally ended in the cinema room, where he watched a movie with Alma after insisting she stayed and watch with him. They talked, ate some crackers, and generally had fun.

Before Tristan realized, they had already spent two hours and Damon had still not made an appearance. He thanked Alma for her time and went to the executive suite where their duffel bags had been placed. He knew Damon would be tired as he had been in there for a little over two hours. He quickly grabbed a tube of oil from the elegantly designed bathroom and headed out of the suite.

When Tristan opened the door to the boardroom, it was to the sound of voices. Damon was obviously having a conference call. He closed the door behind him and locked it.