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“See?” he murmured, his thumb stroking my skin. “Not so bad, is it?”
I exhaled shakily, finally able to crack a smile. “No, not so bad at all.”
“Would you like some champagne?” Alexander asked, pouring himself a glass from the bottle of Cristal on the small table between us. He held it up to me with that charming smile he knew I couldn’t resist.
“Sure,” I said, my cheeks warming as I accepted the glass. The bubbles tickled my nose as I took a sip, and I realized that he was trying to distract me from my lingering nerves. It was a sweet gesture, one that warmed my heart more than I’d like to admit.
“Come,” he beckoned, patting the empty space next to him. “I promise I won’t bite.”
I grinned and moved to sit beside him, feeling a thrill run down my spine as his arm touched mine. He pulled out a deck of cards from a compartment near his seat and started shuffling them with practiced ease.
“Did you know I am a master at gin rummy?” he teased, dealing the cards between us. His fingers brushed against mine as we began the game, and every touch sent sparks shooting through me.
“Really? I never took you for the rummy type,” I replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah, there’s much you didn’t know about me, Olivia,” he said, his voice low and playful. As we played, I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks, thoroughly enjoying the unexpected side of Alexander that I was discovering.
Just as I was about to call out that I was out of cards, and therefore had won, the plane suddenly jolted, and I gasped, gripping Alexander’s arm tightly. Turbulence. My pulse raced, but before I could give in to my fear, Alexander pulled me onto his lap, cradling me close to his chest.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my temple. The feel of his warm breath on my made me want him so much, and I couldn’t help but turn my head to meet his gaze.
I shouldn’t have done this. I knew it, but I didn’t care. I was already putting up all my energy to handle being on this plane. I was out of the strength to resist him, too.
“Alexander,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his. He didn’t hesitate, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that stole my breath away.
As we made out, our hands roamed each other’s bodies greedily, hungry for more contact. I threaded my fingers through his thick, silky hair, while his hands gripped my hips, pulling me tighter against him. The plane continued to jolt and shake, but all I could focus on was the electric connection between us, the way my entire being felt alive and aflame when I was with him.
“Olivia,” he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” I breathed, losing myself in his touch, in this wild, passionate dance between two souls who couldn’t get enough of one another.
The captain’s voice came over the intercom, pulling me out of the whirlwind of passion. “Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts as we prepare for landing.”
“Looks like our time is up,” Alexander whispered, his eyes dark with desire. Reluctantly, I slid off his lap and into the seat beside him. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining, offering comfort and reassurance.
I glanced out the window, watching as the ground grew closer. My mind buzzed with the memory of Alexander’s touch, making it impossible to focus on the impending landing.
“Hey,” he said softly, breaking through my thoughts. “You okay?”
“Of course,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “A little distracted.”
“Understandable.” He smirked, knowing exactly what I meant.
Once the plane touched down, the world outside shifted from a blur to a still, solid landscape.
Back on flat ground, though, reality started to hit me. Guilt flooded my system and I slowly pulled away from him. “Alexander,” I started, but he shook his head.
“It was a distraction. Nothing more,” he murmured, standing without looking at me. It shouldn’t have hurt but it did. “I’ll forget it ever happened.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
The cabin doors opened, and we stepped onto the tarmac, leaving behind the intimate cocoon of the private jet.
A modern limo awaited us, its engine purring like a well-fed cat. Alexander held the door open for me, his hand resting on the small of my back as I slid into the leather seat. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of the leather upholstery.
As the car wound through the city streets, I watched the scenery change from industrial to upscale. The buildings grew taller, grander, their facades adorned with intricate detailing. We pulled up to an opulent hotel that seemed to rise out of the ground like a castle in the sky. Alexander helped me out of the car, his hand lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.
“Welcome,” he said, his voice low, seductive, as we entered the lavish lobby.
