An Affair in Paradise (Cyrano x Bo-Katan)

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Ordinarily Jacob Masters would not be wasting his time on a public flight such as this, but he had let his wife and son take the private jet since he had needed an extra day in London to finish up some financial business and researching that he was doing on his own there. Of course, he could have borrowed a private jet from one of his many wealthy friends, but that always seemed to come with a few more strings attached than needed these days. So instead he had caught a plane from London, first class of course, that touched down in Boston. From there it would be a straight shot to Nassau in the Bahamas, where his son was getting married in a little over two weeks. Jacob had been planning to move down to Nassau anyway as part of one of his latest business ventures' a diving and archaeological company that was searching for missing pirate ships and the treasure they possibly still contained.

The billionaire stood out in the area just outside of the airport's bar, most of the people moving in and out of the space looking for their terminals or waiting for their flights to come in were middle class or working class, a few white collars here and there, but no one else was wearing a three thousand dollar Armani suit, five hundred dollar Italian leather shoes, and three thousand dollars worth of jewelry easily. Certainly no one had anything on their person worth as much as the watch he was wearing on his left wrist. It had seemed more prudent to keep the fifteen thousand dollar watch on his wrist instead of trust it to baggage. On that same left hand, that was holding his phone to his ear for an important business conversation, a golden wedding band and a silver class ring with a sapphire in the center. He had another two rings on his right hand at all.

Nodding his head and listening to his business partner talking Jacob's eyes wandered across the airport, catching a few very enjoyable views of women young enough to be his granddaughters, several who returned the appreciative look and added in a smile when they realized he could sell his out fit and pay off their student loans. Even at sixty-one Jacob still had it, his funds from youthful diligence, and only slight inheritance, had allowed him to fund a life of adventure that kept his body more fit and healthy than any man his age had any right to be. He was literally planning on embarking on an adventure to find pirate treasure after all!

Finding his patience played up with the conversation he was having, Jacob brought it too an end with a "I'm not leaving the Caribbean until I find the Ranger, Paul!" Before hanging up on his friend and business partner. Paul, having worked with Jacob for many years, knew how the man's temper could flare due to things like being forced to fly first class, and being in-between mistresses. Sliding his phone into his jacket pocket he strode purposefully towards the bar, looking to find something to help him relax on the hour before his flight.

Saddling up to the bar he leaned against it, a man was striking out hard with a blonde to his left, but Jacob didn't pay them any mind as he looked at the bartender and laid out a hundred on the bar. "Give me a double shot of whiskey and let me know when that runs out." He spoke a little brusquely, his voice a bellowing bass.

 

[Bo-Katan]

It had been a day already for Rachel[NSFW], her flights had taken her to Boston from a couple other airports from Michigan. The irregular bouncing around of flights was because it was cheaper, not that Rachel was poor or not that she'd been brought up poor but middle class. She'd never been without much and her upbringing was comfortable, however her family had to be frugal and extravagant things weren't usually on the table. To catch these connecting flights she'd had to get up before the sun, not that it was too much of an inconvenience she was excited. Her best friend was getting married after all and in the Bahamas no less. She would have been happy to go to the wedding at a local Walmart but she wasn't complaining about escaping the cold snows of Michigan. Most of all though it was travel and adventure, two things she'd held dearly.

Leaving in the morning from Michigan had required more clothing she'd likely need in the Bahamas and Rachel was thinking comfort when she'd dressed. Leather heeled boots, black leggings, and a grey michigan state university sweatshirt. She'd left her coat and scarf with her mom who'd dropped her off at the airport. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head and she had a purple backpack for her carry-on with just her essentials, she was terrified her checked baggage could be misplaced as it was so she kept the backpack with her.

Rachel made her way to the bar, despite her early wake up she still had a pep in her step, she was naturally upbeat and bubbly. Setting her backpack down next to the barstool before ordering two shots of vodka. She downed one immediately after receiving it and let the other sit. Straight vodka wasn't her first choice but she wanted to get the most bang for her buck with the already steep prices of the airport bar. Plus she didn't mind the shots too much.

When the bartender walked back by and flirted with Rachel a little bit she played along in a friendly but not extremely interested manner if one had a keen eye. So she told him a joke "Vodka isn’t always the answer. But it’s worth a shot." She said with a laugh before downing the second shot. Followed by another joke "What's the difference between hungry and horny? Where you stick the cucumber." To which her blue eyes drifted to a distinguished gentleman she'd just noticed, a dirty smirk crossed her face.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

The slightest breath escaped Jacob's nostrils upon hearing those two quick jokes from the little blonde next to him at the bar. Though his face didn't change too much despite it, the slightest curl of his lips let the far younger girl know that she had given him a little bit of entertainment; he always liked a girl with life in her, in some ways it reminded him of his wife when she was younger. I wasn't that he didn't love his wife, just that love for people as old and rich as they were was something different entirely than how normal people conceived of married love. Hopefully it would be different with his son and the girl he had met while in Detroit for a conference. Jacob had met her several times and found her plenty charming and honest. Maybe a little older than the blonde down the bar from him.

Not that Jacob would have believed that girl was legal if it wasn't for the shot of vodka she had just downed. Jacob had played this game before, many times before in fact. One man had once joked 'you get older, but they stay the same age.' Jacob was not nearly so callous as the person who had said that, but he did enjoy the chase, the challenge of the game that he was playing at the bar. Though the first move was always his. Laying his arm across the bar he showed off the watch, because of the casualness of the action not even appearing to show off the wealth of it at all. It wasn't just the watch he was showing though, it was the ring as well. Better to wean out those who would cause drama over his marital status sooner rather than later.

With both of those things down, drawing in those with an attraction to wealth, power and age, and warding off those who would be scared off by a little adultery, he made his next hour much easier. Lifting his right hand he gestured towards the bartender and the glass in front of him. the man had already been paying particular attention to him after the hundred came onto the bar, so service was almost instantaneously. As the amber liquid filled his glass he glanced at the blonde out of the corner of his eye. Benjamin Franklin beat a set of perky tits in a MSU hoodie.

Now if those tits were in a low cut top, or in Jacob's hands however...

 

[Bo-Katan]

The vodka had that familiar burn and had made Rachel make a little scrunched up face for a second but it also had that initial rush and tingle as well as the slower effects of the alcohol going into her system that wouldn't be felt for a few more minutes. Even at a first glance the older man had caught her attention, he was interesting, unlike the swarms of guys her age she was around all the time. Not that she really cared, the bartender had given her all the service she'd requested but she was surprised that the older gentleman could pull the bartender away from doting on her. She realized how once she seen the hundred dollar bill and her eyebrows rose some.

Rachel let herself stare at the gentleman some, taking in more detail, his watch that looked nice though she had little knowledge of men's watches just that it looked far from cheap. She did notice that his suit was well tailored, something frat boys rarely took the time for even though it would make their cheaper suits look far better. And his wedding ring. Instead of making her distance herself in interest she found the opposite feeling, he wasn't with his wife so in theory things should be pretty fun and casual if anything happened at all.

She gave him her best bedroom eyes from across the bar before picking up her backpack and walking around next to him and sitting down with a mischievous little grin and holding out her hand. "Rachel Underwood" she introduced herself with a slight midwest accent "I know these airport bars can be expensive but this is new" she teased referencing the $100 bill

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

It would be hard for someone to look at the watch that Jacob was wearing and not think that it was either insanely expensive, or that the diamonds and alligator leather were fake. It had its own utilities, but it was also a good conversation starter on its own. Plus, it was surprisingly easy to get someone to do what you wanted when you flashed a fifteen thousand dollar watch in front of their face. A way to establish a line of credit, if you will. A slight smile slid across his face as he saw the cute little blonde fix a pair of bedroom eyes on him and then come towards him like a fly to honey. As she made her way to him he shamelessly eyed her up, watching how her body moved and not hiding his appreciation of it.

"Jacob Masters." He said reaching out his right hand to her for her to shake once she had introduced herself. There were two more rings on his right hand, another class ring on his right pointer finger, and a simple titanium, silver and platinum band on his right ring finger. His hand, large, calloused and tanned would engulf her hand in his own if she chose to take it. Though he let out a breath of laughter at her comment about the hundred dollar bill. That was literally pocket change to men as wealthy as him, but he knew the value of it unlike most other men in his tax bracket. He prided himself on having never lost his head with the billions.

"New to you maybe, but you get used to it." He said casually, slurring the second you so that it almost sounded like he said 'you'll get used to it.' Though there was still the implication of a challenge in his words. That was the game now, since she had approached him, for her to prove that that her time was worth his, and more. There was a fine line between eager and easy and he was going to enjoy watching this pretty blonde dance that line.

 

[Bo-Katan]

"Rachel Underwood" she replied shaking his hand with a smile. Her hand was small and soft in his but she had a firm gentle grip, the same grip she happened to apply to hand jobs, firm and snug but she wasn't trying to squeeze anything off. Rachel pushed a few strands of blonde hair that had escaped the messy bun on top of her head back behind her ear. She was more aware of her appearance after adjusting her hair, she often wore things that were more comfortable and it usually complimented her social, easy going personality, but next to Jacob it was out of place.

"I'll take your word for it" she replied leaning forward on her elbows on the bar fully aware that it would make her grey sweater ride up to expose the two little dimples on her lower back just above the waist of her leggings. His company was alluring to her as he still seemed approachable even though he was obviously quite wealthy, Rachel knew being a cute girl didn't hurt but she got the feeling he would be friendly with most people as long as they acted respectable.

"Are you flying for business today? Or pleasure?" She asked twisting up another mischievous grin while subtly arching her back.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jacob enjoyed the view of her arching back and her dimples, imagining himself positioned behind her, burying himself deep inside of her warm body and thrusting home until they were both sweaty, exhausted and satisfied. His face didn't bother hiding the thoughts on his mind as he took another swig of his whiskey finishing it and gesturing for the bartender to get him another refill and this time leave the bottle. Considering the question carefully for a moment he cleared his throat before answering.

"Business for the most part, I'm heading up a company that is looking for some lost shipwrecks and doing diving all around the Caribbean, though I personally believe that one needs to take one's pleasure wherever one can find it." He said pointedly as he moved as little closer to her, moving his left hand to the exposed small of her back and pressing his warm hand against her skin, gently but firmly moving her until their hips were touching. Nodding towards the bartender he instructed him to give her whatever she wanted, so long as it was top shelf. Then looked down at her and asked a fairly simple question.

"What do you think about that?" Unclear whether he meant him buyig her a drink, or his philosophy on taking pleasure.

 

[Bo-Katan]

His open appreciation for her young petite body didn't surprise her as she was purposely trying to get him to look. She enjoyed the attention especially when it was a distinguished and interesting gentleman like himself. Rachel felt delighted by the feel of his hand on her soft smooth exposed skin of her lower back, the heat of her loins meeting the heat of his hand. She not only didn't resist him pulling her closer but also pushed her feet down against the bar foot rail to help her move closer to him.

Her soft fleshy hip pressed against his "I think you're the kind of man that finds pleasure in many situations, in a great number of ways" she smiled looking into his eyes with her big blue doe eyes, making sure to bat her eyelashes.

She noted his gesture to the bartender and thought that it was possibly a sign he was paying for her drinks. She couldn't be 100% sure but she decided to take the gamble. The true buzz of her vodka shots was taking hold and emboldening her as she ordered a long island from the bartender. If she read Jacob wrong she'd be paying the tab for an overpriced airport cocktail.

"Caribbean shipwrecks huh? Now that's exciting. Risky though right? I mean you could come up empty handed on the investment. You must like to take risk?" She asked with yet another flirty grin while she gently put her hand on his thigh closest to her, ready to pull it back and play it off as an accident if he reacted negatively to her touch. Her other hand brought the long island to her lush lips, taking a long sip and licking the rim after with her tongue while looking into his eyes "I'm looking to get some nice tan lines in the Caribbean myself. So I have to say the idea of soaking up the sun on the ocean while looking for shipwrecks is a solid investment. I've even packed a number of swimsuits in my checked baggage."

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Some of the actions he took, the way he held her back with his fingers barely not touching her rear, the way he casually assumed she wanted a drink, how he controlled the whole movement of her body to bring them close together, were all actions that a younger man could not get away with. Yet, he projected a sense of control over the moment, even as he allowed her to guide where the 'pleasure' was taken, it was the benefit of experience that allowed him to have power over the situation without appearing to do more than the most casual of actions. Of course, this was not his first rodeo.

Jacob returned her flirty grin with his own as he started to work a circle on the small of her back with his pointer finger, the cold metal of his wedding ring and class ring rubbing against her skin shamelessly. When he answered his deep voice was laced with innuendo and certainty, certainty that he was going to have the opportunity to see a lot more of her skin before their plane touched down in Nassau, despite not being certain they were even going to be on the same flight to the same place.

"Sure, there are plenty of risks in it, but they have all forms of protection when you're diving deep, though some people prefer a little more risk. I suppose the more risk the greater rewarder. What do you think?" He asked her giving her a knowing grin as he pictured her tanning on his yacht while he prepared drinks for them and relaxed. The implications and double meaning of his statement obvious as his hand gripped her hip tighter his thumb on one side of her petite from, his pointer finger on the other, pointing straight down her abdomen to where he planned to go.

 

[Bo-Katan]

His hand on the soft skin of her lower back was both comforting and arousing. It was an authoroitve feel that Rachel found dangerously attractive. She looked at him as she wrapped her young lips around the straw of her long island and took a few long sips of the stiff drink. "I'd be ok with risk for some deep.... long.... diving" she grinned looking up at him "where are you flying into?" She asked wondering about his flight as hers was due to board soon, or at least first class would be boarding soon.

The alcohol coursing in her veins was loosening her up and making her less concerned about the rest of the people at the bar and the airport with all of her attention on Jacob. Slowly she slid her hand on his thigh sliding up and in more while making slow gentle circles.