Cam watched Isabella and her girlfriends head to their plane and felt Gideon approach him.
“I’m surprised you let her go.”
“It’s a direct flight to New York. I’ll call the office and make sure someone meets her flight and she gets home safe. I’m going to wring her neck though when she doesn’t have eight women acting as a feminist peanut gallery at her disposal.”
“Did you notice though, not a single one of them is out of shape and they were all hot?” Gideon queried as he watched the row of tight asses climb the stairs into the Draxton corporate jet.
As the last of them ascended into the plane he and Gideon turned to look at the eight men accompanying them and noted they too had been watching the women with interest.
“Who was the girl, boss?”
“His girlfriend,” Gideon threw his friend
