"I told Chuck, "We probably have enough small jets now. If we get more of the small Citations, we could begin selling some of our Lears. There's a gre...t market for them and we need more aircraft that can be flown by a single pilot. If we can keep our per flight payroll and costs down, we will remain one of the cheapest charters around. We still need to find an aircraft that has forty or fifty passenger capacity. We have calls for a lot of larger charters. So far we've been able to rent. ” “No. I haven’t given up. I’ll keep asking.” He smiled broadly at her. There was no bitterness or sarcasm in his words or face, and that made her feel even worse. “It’s not that I don’t want to marry you. I love you, I want to be with you. I love being with you. And I'm not going anywhere but….” “But..?” Her lip puckered out like a pouting little girl. “I don’t want to be a wife.” “Hmm?” He looked at her baffled. “I don’t want to be a wife. I think that’s what screws things up. People stop. This was the moment Ajay was waiting for. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and setting aside the flaps he positioned his hand over the bra and took possession of her breasts in his full hands. As Ajay felt the heat of her breasts scorch his hands, he slipped them inside her bra and held each of the hot mounds of raw flesh in his hands. Anju on having allowed Ajay to open her blouse and let him fondle her breasts was writhing with passion. And as he dug his hand deeper and clutched her bare. But her maid was, and she gasped at his entrance, dropping an armful of linen to the floor. He briefly perused the room. The bed had not been slept in or the maid would not be changing the linen now. ‘Where is Princess Mary at this hour?’ He growled between clenched teeth. The maid finally remembering to curtsy, did so, her eyes hitting the floor. ‘My lady says she does not wish to occupy this room any longer, my lord.’ The maid explained, with an odd expression on her face. Probably she didn’t.