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Vivian turned in his arms, rising up on her toes to plant a wicked, teasing kiss on his mouth. Their tongues danced over one another in a languid embrace.
When they finally drew apart, he leaned in and murmured in that deep rough voice which always went straight to her sex. “How’s this for a compromise, Ms. Holte. I have the chair for takeoff and once the seatbelt sign clears, you come and snuggle onto my lap. I’m sure there is room enough for both of us.”
She turned her head and whispered in his ear. “Only if you promise that on our next flight, we go without Patrick. What’s the point of having a private jet if you can’t join the mile high club?”
His groan of heated anticipation followed her all the way up the steps of the plane.
EPILOGUE
The offices of Royal Resorts, NYC
Ten weeks later
Vivian caught a glimpse of Jordan Royal as she entered the executive floor of Royal Resorts. He was talking to his father’s personal assistant, Janice. From the sound of things she was offering him some gentle words of advice.
“How about you go for a walk around Hudson Yards and burn off your nerves? Edward and Bryce have another private meeting scheduled ahead of yours.” Vivian caught Janice’s attention. She held up her hand signaling the five minutes she hoped to grab with Bryce. “And I think Vivian wishes to speak to Bryce before then,” added Janice.
The middle Royal son looked nervous, his left hand was shoved stiffly into his jacket pocket. Since the debacle at Laguna Beach, which to his credit he had more than set to right, Jordan had barely set foot in the office. The sum total of her interactions with Bryce’s brother was a few polite words they had exchanged at the recent Royal family New Year’s Eve dinner, some three weeks ago. Other than that, Jordan was a ghost in her life.
“Good morning, Vivian, lovely day,” said Mia, striding into the executive reception space. One day Vivian hoped to be able to make such a confident entrance. Two months into the job and her mouth still went dry whenever she stopped in front of the glass doors which were etched with the words Royal Resorts along with the family crown insignia.
Mia took in the gorgeous dark blue suit, which Vivian privately acknowledged she seriously rocked. The pussy bow on her pure white silk blouse was the perfect blend of office and sexual tease attire. When Mia’s gaze dropped to the strappy shoes on her feet, her friend let out a sigh. “Are those from Jimmy Choo?”
“Sophia Webster.” Vivian turned her left foot to show off the silver butterfly motif which sat on the heel of the shoe. “Bryce has a thing for them. Boxes keep getting delivered to my office, and I’m not allowed to ask how he managed to get a hold of them, or heaven forbid how much they cost.” From what Vivian had been able to find out online, they were the favorite shoe of many of Hollywood’s hottest actresses and more than one international pop star.
Vivian’s gaze shifted briefly to Jordan, and she moved a little closer to Mia. “Are you wishing to speak to Bryce? I’m hoping to catch him for five minutes, but Sheila informed me earlier that his diary is back to back meetings all day.”
“I was, but it’s not a problem, I’ll just send him an email. The list of things Matthew needs Bryce to look at for the Colorado project can go in it as an attachment.”
The two women fell silent as Jordan turned and moved away from Janice’s desk. On his way to the door, he passed them, giving them both a brief nod in greeting before continuing on his way out to the elevator.
Mia shook her head. “Poor Jordan, he looks like he is about to go to the executioners. They couldn’t fire him, could they?”
“I don’t know what they have planned. Bryce and I have a firm policy that we don’t discuss business outside of the office, and in here… well let’s just say the state of the careers of Royal executives is a level or two above my current pay grade.”
It took a light, careful touch to conduct a romance with the recently appointed CEO for the US. Bryce wasn’t just Vivian’s boyfriend, he was her boss. In the first weeks after their return from Florida, they had worked hard to establish the right sort of boundaries between work and their private relationship.
The lines did however tend to blur whenever she visited Bryce in his office late at night. No one had been foolish enough to raise the subject of why the new CEO had deemed it necessary to install smart glass in his office not long after he took it over. Glass which went from clear to solid white at the touch of a button.
Vivian would never forget the night she had to suddenly take a naked dive under Bryce’s desk in order to avoid an embarrassing encounter with an office cleaner. Nor would she forget what her boss had made her do to him while she knelt between his legs, and he fisted her hair in his hands.
She stirred from her lustful daydream as Edward Royal strode out of Bryce’s office and made his way over to Janice. Vivian saw her opportunity. “I’ll talk to you soon, Mia.” She hurried into Bryce’s office and quickly closed the door behind her.
He rose from behind his desk and greeted her with a tender kiss. “Hello my love. I wasn’t expecting to see you this morning.”
“I just wanted to touch base and let you know that the new couch, along with the bed for the main bedroom have arrived in your new apartment.”
Bryce had recently dropped a cool twenty five million on a five thousand square foot apartment in the building. Vivian had been forced to bite her bottom lip when he explained it was abargain starterhome for them, and they would upsize when the time came.
“That was nice of you to come and tell me.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Was that the only reason why you came here? Well, apart from showing off your gorgeous business suit and those ‘I am going to let you fuck me in these later tonight, butterfly sandals’”.
She patted his chest. “Shh, Janice might hear. No, that wasn’t the only reason why I am here. I came to tell you that I’m bringing forward the timeline on moving in with you.”
A broad grin instantly lit up his face. He looked for all the world like a little boy on Christmas morning. “When?”
“The courier is bringing my boxes over this morning. I figured since you are now officially moving in, it would make sense that I did the same. I can oversee the furnishings and other details.”
One of the few fights they’d had so far in their relationship was about Bryce’s choice of furnishings. What he had apparently seen as being practical and unobtrusive, Vivian had viewed as dull, boring, and akin to living in a hotel suite. She appreciated the creams and beige the interior decorator had chosen, but she had stood her ground in her refusal to let it be the design palette for their home. Like it or not, Bryce needed color and a little drama in his world.
