I chided myself for the lack of attention and tried to remember what he’d been talking about during the last minute, but I came up short.
“I asked you about the airline company. Which one do you think we should use?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My mind wandered off for a moment.”
I looked at the choices, having little to no experience with the most of them. I was actually afraid of flying, which was one of the reasons why I rarely went abroad. Whenever I took a flight, I was nervous, experiencing nausea and profuse sweating with no one by my side to comfort me.
For a second, I toyed with the idea of asking him to change his plan and use a car instead of flying, but I didn’t want to come out as demanding and difficult to work with. After all, this was my job, so I had to grab the bull by the horns and overcome my issue.
“I think we should use that one.” I pointed at the name on the paper in his lap. “I heard that they are reliable and have a great service.”
“Okay. So, you’ll call the company and reserve our seats as soon as we’re done here. Look for the early morning flights.”
“Of course, sir.”
He wrote something down on the paper, seemingly not noticing his thigh that was now pressed against mine. I bit into my lip, twirling my pen nervously in my hand as I studied a to-do-list in my notebook, telling myself to take even breaths. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him looking at me, and I pretended to study the contents on the paper.
My skin prickled the more his gaze remained on me, my breathing labored and heavy.
“How about the restaurants?” he asked me, his eyes still on me.
Breathe, Chloe. You’re a professional, so start acting like one.
“What about them?”
I met his gaze, the evident desire on his face stealing my breath away. His tongue darted out to meet his lower lip, sliding across it sensually, and my nipples puckered.
“Do you have any specific requirements? I ask to know which places to have you reserve.”
Did I imagine it, or his voice had become deeper?
I gripped my pen, forcing my attention away from my pulsating mound. “Umm, everything is okay.” I went over my list, not able to look him in the eyes. “I can reserve any place you want.”
“Any place?” his question came out as a whisper, his breath caressing my earlobe, and I gasped when I realized how close he was now.
“Yes.”
I was gripping my pen too hard, my heart pounding so loud that I was sure he could hear it. Seconds passed, and he still didn’t move, and my body went haywire.
What was he thinking? What was he going to do next?
“And how about a hotel?”
“A-a hotel?” I sounded like a squeaking mouse, staring at one spot in my notebook intently. If I moved even an inch closer to him, his lips would be on my skin, but as much as I wanted it to happen, I didn’t dare to move.
He leaned away, but his thigh was still pressed against mine, his hand close to my leg. I wanted that hand to touch me. I wanted that hand to do many things to me.
“Yes, I have a couple travel cards of course. Choose whichever one you want to book.”
“Of course.” I giggled, pretending I was unfazed by him, and finally managed to gather enough courage to look at him.
I was rendered speechless when our gazes connected, our conversation replaced with silence that grew more intense by second. His eyes were devouring me, his sensual mouth soft and inviting.
“What kind of hotel rooms do you want me to book?”
At the mention of a hotel room, blood rushed through my veins, my pussy throbbing even faster.
Breathe. Just breathe.