“Do you ever touch yourself, Andi?”
“Sometimes,” I admitted. In my brain I was screaming to shut up. Why was I having this conversation with him?
“Do you ever think of me?” his hand slid down over my thigh and under my dress, which was odd because I’d boarded this plane wearing slacks.
“Sometimes.” Good God, he would definitely use that against me. I didn’t even want to admit to myself that he was front and center when me and my vibrator were in the tub.
“Do I make you come?”
I moaned as his fingers rubbed over my clit. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I wanted to ask him the same questions, but his fingers were doing delicious things to me. My head rolled to the side and my hand pressed over his chest, my fingers gripping him as my orgasm hit and rocked through me.
I jerked awake, disoriented, wondering where I was. I opened my eyes scanning my surroundings. Airplane. Oh God. I didn’t just let Noah finger me, did I?
I looked at the seat next to me. It was then that I realized that my head was on his shoulder, and my hand over his heart. I looked up at him wondering if he was going to give me a hard time about it. But then I noticed that his head was back and his eyes were closed. Stranger still, he had his hand over mine on his chest. It was all a little too close for comfort, and not something I wanted to have to acknowledge to myself, much less to him. So, I gently pulled my hand out from under his and straightened in my seat.
"At least you don't snore," he said, his eyes still closed.
Somehow, I survived that embarrassment, and hours later we landed in Hong Kong.
True to his word. Phil had sent somebody to take us from the airport to the hotel. As the car wove through the city it was really difficult for me to hold in my excitement. There was so much. Lights and sounds and scents. It was all overwhelming my senses and I couldn't help but grin at the beauty and e
xcitement of it all.
A little concerned that I was giving Noah something to tease me about, I looked over at him. He was watching me in a way that I hadn't seen before. It wasn't his usual cocky smirk.
"I guess you've seen this all before," I said allowing myself to give in a little bit about how new this was for me.
He gave a nod. "I've been fortunate to travel a lot. After college I traveled to as many places as I could."
I looked back out the window holding back a comment about how nice it must be to be able to travel without concerns about a job or cost.
We arrived at the hotel and entered the lobby. Since I had made all the arrangements, I was the one who checked us in.
"You’re in our presidential suite on the top floor."
"What?" Noah asked next to me. "I asked for two rooms."
The clerk looked at him a little bit surprised, and then at me with an expression that seemed to ask what should she do. She looked down at her computer and then back up at Noah. "I'm sorry, but that's all we have right now."
He glared at me in annoyance, although I didn’t know why. In my gut, I took his reaction personally. Like he had a problem being around me.
Since there was nothing that could be done, Noah had no choice but to go with it.
"Here are your keys, and we’ll make arrangements to have somebody bring up your bags for you. Is there anything else you need?" she asked, and I wondered if going the extra mile was because they were dealing with Noah Strong rich playboy, or if they gave that kind of service to everyone at the hotel.
Noah and I got in the elevator and I pushed the button for the floor.
Noah turned to me. "Why are we in the same room?"
I bristled, but worked to not reveal how hurt his attitude towards me was. "You can relax Noah, there are two rooms. I booked a suite because we're working here to find out who is hacking your company's system, and it seemed to me that it would be better to work in a private suite than out in the open where it makes it easier for people to know what you're doing and hack some more."
His jaw tightened as he turned to face forward in the elevator.
We arrived at our floor, and made our way to the suite. Noah opened the door and let me in first. I was immediately hit by the beauty of the room. My gaze went to the window overlooking Hong Kong.