Arrangement

Airport

Ont the morning of the 17th, Genevieve work and was ready to head to the airport. Eric told her not to pack anything because everything would be taken care of when they arrived in Wyoming due to a change in the climate. Genny didn't think much of it at first. She went down the stairs of her apartment building and met the driver Eric had sent for her. He politely opened the door for her and they began their 30 minute trip to the airport where she would meet her boss for their flight.

Eric was already waiting for Genny at their gate to the plane they would take. "Good morning Genevieve." Genn y could never get used to his deep voice saying her full name. Hardly anyone called her Genevieve since she was a little girl she had been used to Genny. "Good morning Mr. Cross." She studied his attire, noting that he looked amazing. Even wearing a white tee-shirt and sweat pants. She had never seen Eric in normal clothes. He stretched his hand towards the gate allowing Genny to lead the way to the gate just as they called for passengers to board. 

They were flying first class, naturally. This man would never fly in any seat that would classify him as normal. Genny wasn't used to the catering and care that the flight attendants displayed. After a short while, Genny fell asleep. Eric was working on his laptop when he felt her head on his shoulder. He figured she must have been tired from working so late the night before and waking up so early. He didn't bother waking her or moving her from his arm. He looked down at her face admiring her beauty. He had always acknowledged that his shy secretary was very beautiful. Genevieve was about 5'6 and her frame was curvy. She wasn't thin like Prisca, very much the opposite. 

Her skin was a copper color, eyes were hazel, lovely smile that adorned juicy lips, perky breast that teased him every day, and an ass that he has thought of kissing on more than one occasion. Genny wasn't the kind of woman he has ever considered his type. She was a bit heavyset, maybe just over 200lbs. Eric had always liked small women, at most 150lbs. But, for some reason, his eyes always found their way to Genevieve. She always worked so hard she never noticed him staring. And every time he'd get a hard-on, even now. He was grateful that his laptop was on his lap covering his throbbing erection.