Page 9 of Mile High Baby

I did a quick return to the bathroom to clean myself up, and then I climbed back into bed. It was time to let my luscious in-flight entertainment, Victoria, go and focus on keeping Henry and his daughter safe.

4

Victoria

Ihad nearly asked Sterling if he wanted to continue our adventure tonight in New York, but I knew he'd say no. He’d said one of the benefits of an adventure like ours was that it was one and done and we’d never see each other again. Judging by the way he’d turned his attention away from me once the plane pulled up to the gate, I knew that we'd had our fun.

I arrived back at my building, feeling exhausted. It might only be just after ten p.m. in New York, but it was after three in the morning in London.

“Welcome home, Ms. Banion.” Jones, the doorman, opened the door for me. He was an older gentleman with a sweet disposition and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Thank you, Jonesy.”

His cheeks reddened as they always did at my nickname for him.

I took the elevator up to my cozy apartment space, shutting the door behind me and sighing. Dorothy was right, there was no place like home. Not that I didn't like traveling, but it was nice to be back in my own space. My apartment wasn't as big as some of my affluent peers’, but I felt the space was just right. It was housed in a building built in the 19th century, so it had architecture that gave it charm and sophistication. I had everything I needed, from a bedroom and an office to an adequate kitchen. The living area had windows that practically rose to the high ceilings.

I put my bag in my room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I carried it over to the window and pulled out my phone to call my father and let him know I was home.

"Hey, Princess, where are you?" My father calling me Princess was a sweet term of endearment. I knew he still thought of me as his little girl. God, what would he think if he knew what I’d done with Sterling?

"I'm in New York. I just got back to my apartment."

"You're not coming back here? When I said come home, I didn't just mean to New York. I think you should come stay with me."

My father's home, which had been my grandparents’ home and my great-grandparents’ home before them, was large and had plenty of space for me not to feel crowded by my father. But I was tired and not interested in making my way across the city.

"I'm exhausted, Dad. I'm safe here for now. I'll come by in the morning."

"Is Jones on the door tonight?"

I rolled my eyes knowing that Jonesy would be getting a call from my father to make sure he was extra diligent. "Yes, Jones was on the door, but I think he's off in a little bit."

"Lock your door and don't open it to anyone. Okay?"

"Tell me what's going on, Dad.”

"I will, but I'd rather do it in person. I'll let Knightly and Mrs. Tillis know that you will be here in the morning."

I thought of Knightly, my father’s chauffeur, butler, and whatever else he needed. The man had worked for my grandfather and had to be close to eighty. For over fifteen years, my father had tried to get him to retire, but he said he wouldn’t have anything to do if he didn't work for the Banion family.

Then there was Mrs. Tillis, who wasn't all that much younger than Knightly and wouldn’t retire for mostly the same reason. She basically ran the household, so I'm sure she'd already made up my room and had checked with the cook about making some of my favorite foods. I suppose it was a testament to how my father treated them that they were so loyal.

"I'll be safe. I'll see you tomorrow, Dad. Good night."

"Good night, Princess."

I padded my way back to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I climbed under the sheets and closed my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke the next morning to the most delicious dream involving Sterling using his fantastic mouth on my pussy. I took care of the ache between my thighs and then hopped out of bed to take a shower. I’d just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on my door.

For a moment, the silly woman in me hoped that Sterling had hunted me down. I went to the door, looking through the peephole. It was odd that no one in the lobby had called up to let me know I had a guest.

On the other side of the door stood Knightly. Gee, what a surprise. Of course my father would send him over to pick me up. Since everyone in the building knew Knightly, they would have no problem letting him.

I opened the door and grinned at the man who in some ways was like a grandfather to me. My own grandparents had always been a bit aloof, as if they'd never been around children. Knightly and Mrs. Tillis were always the ones who would sneak me little candies when my dad wasn't looking.

He stood looking stoic until I launched myself forward and wrapped my arms around him. "Did you bring me something?" It was an old game between us starting back from the times he would sneak me those pieces of candy.