Chapter 23: Chapter: 23

ANDREA

I took the fastest shower I could in the short time I had before our take off, and was back to the lavishly furnished bedroom. You could tell the clothes Nick had asked to be delivered were all expensive designer brands by their brand name,

But I settled for black slacks with a turquoise blue silk blouse. I have never worn such expensive clothes in my life. It was classy and beautiful.

Nick was seated in one of the soft leather seats in the back row, closest to the room, with Logan and a pretty redhead in the row at the front. I smile and wave at them.

Nick was busy on his laptop, but he raised his head when he heard me come out of the room. He took a slow perusal of my person, from the four-inch pump—which I also found in the bags —to my flared hips, chest, and finally my face.

His eyes were molten heat that was kindling flames in places he had no business kindling. Except regarding the trapped, I intended to lure him in.

“Did everything fit?” he asked.

“Yes, actually, the clothes fit perfectly.” He nods, satisfied. His dark eyes were still lazily stroking over my body. I fidgeted and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Your shopper must be really good at her job, for her to guess my sizes without even seeing me,” I said nervously, smoothing my hand over the slack. I sit in the seat opposite him.

“She didn't have to guess; I gave her your measurements.” He replied nonchalantly, going back to his work.

“Um, you what? How would you even know the size of my clothes?” I blurted, shocked and embarrassed, there were thongs and bras in those bags, my cheeks heated, knowing he'd probably seen and maybe even touched them. He raised his head and stared into my eyes, that arrogant brow arched.

“That's irrelevant, Andrea. You have a change of fresh clothes, that's all that really matters, no?”

How was my boss knowing the size of my underwear and clothes, irrelevant? When he'd never known my size and had never touched my body before.

But then he's Nicklaus fucking Montgomery, of course, he'd had practice; he had probably sampled different types of women with varying types of bodies.

That's the only explanation I could come up with. But his thoughtfulness touched me, so I tried to show my gratitude and get rid of the awkward moments on my part.

“Thanks again.”

He only nodded and then went back to work on his laptop. I was totally forgotten. I watch as the pretty redhead tries to talk to Logan but fails. That man is even more difficult than his boss.

A few minutes later, I was struggling to put on my seatbelt. After the pilot announced that we were about to take off, we should put on our seatbelts for safety. When beautiful, large, manly hands took over.

I didn't even notice that he'd moved until that second. His hands were on my waist, my breath hitched, his face so close to mine that the clean, earthy, intoxicating scent of him invaded my nostrils. I breathed him in.

Nick took his time putting the belt in place. I thought he was going back to his seat immediately and put on his own seat belt.

Instead, he splayed his hands around my fluttering stomach, mapping out my entire waist. I freeze. Not moving, talking, or even breathing.

My heart was pounding so fast and loudly that I wouldn't be surprised if Nicklaus could hear it. My chest rose and fell right in front of his face.

He lifted his dark head to gaze into my eyes, his thumbs stroking the little span of skin on my waist, spreading heat through my body, until I could feel him everywhere, especially between my thighs.

“You have such a tiny little waist, it's like you're not eating, maybe that's why you are so small.” His voice was deep, low, and dark with something, his cold eyes heavy-lidded. My stomach flutters and twists. It took several moments for me to croak.

“I'm not small.” Before I swallowed hard, his dark eyes glinted with something, but his face was blank, and his thumbs finally ceased stroking my waist.

“You are, but I like it.”

“Thank you,” I whispered lamely, then was confused why I was thanking my boss for liking my anything. What's going on? With him? Is he flirting with me?

Well duh! Andrea.

That snarky voice in my head retorts.

If this is how he flirted, then I'm in deep trouble. I thought this was already foreplay because of how his flirting affected me, I probably need to change my damp thong.

What happens when we finally get to his version of foreplay? I will probably combust. Nick had only flirted with me a little, and I was already wet.

If he had taken it a little further, I might have had an orgasm right here, right now, with his bodyguard and plane hostess as witnesses.

I guiltily looked to their side, but saw that they weren't even looking at us. I sigh, relieved.

“My pleasure.” Nick drawls

After I thanked him, his dark eyes were even darker than usual. He sat back on his seat, put on his belt, and went back to whatever work he was doing.

Totally unruffled by what he's done to me. Nick is seriously messing with my head, I mean, I should be the one doing the seducing, right?

It took me a few minutes before I finally got control over my libido and relaxed in my seat as the plane flew over tall buildings and straight into the clouds.

I watched with excitement, cataloging everything in my memory until the events of the day caught up with me. I didn't even know when my eyes fluttered closed.

When I next woke up, the plane had stopped in LA to refuel. I was tired, my body stiff from sleeping in one position. Nick was still working, but he'd loosen more of his shirt buttons, and there was a glass of scotch in his left hand. I knew he hadn't slept.

The pretty redhead hostess, who introduced herself as Gabby, served us dinner after we had finished eating. I helped Nick take notes as we both listened to a conference call.

The call lasted almost two hours before Nick finally hung up. I was once again sleepy. I kept yawning every few minutes until Nick said.

“Go to bed, Andrea. We still have a lot of time before we reach Australia.”

“What about you? You also need to rest, Sir. You've been working nonstop for hours. You need sleep.” He only stared at me.

“Maybe I do,” he replied. “But I wasn't talking about me. Go to bed, Andrea, now.” His voice was stern when he saw me about to argue with him.

I stood up and walked into the room. I went to the bathroom. There were new toothbrushes and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth, then went to the soft bed and lay down until sleep claimed me.

I didn't know how long I'd slept, but when I woke up, I was warm. The room was dark. It took a few seconds before I could make out where things were, but even before that, I knew I wasn't alone anymore.

There's no mistaking the huge body close to mine. Nick was on the bed, sleeping heavily. He still has his clothes on. I watched him silently without moving a muscle, fascinated with this magnetic man I had no hope of understanding.

Even in his sleep, he looked hard, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. His beautiful face was blank as he slept.

He didn't snore or move; he was so still that if I didn't notice his chest rise and fall. I would have thought he was dead.

I wanted to reach out and stroke him, rub his hard lips with my fingers and find out if it was hard or soft as I suspected.

But he's my boss, and I was afraid to touch him or wake him, not to mention how embarrassed I would be if I got caught.

Though there was this thrill that we had a secret now between us. I have shared a bed with Nicklaus Montgomery.

It was then that my eyes bulged at the realization that Nick was on the bed with me! Nicklaus fucking Montgomery is in the same bed as me.

I could video this and send it to Jules. This is me sleeping with Nick, right? But I'm pretty sure that's not what Jules had meant. The whole thing is weird as hell. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.