Afterwards I take my dishes to the kitchen, then lounge in bed and check my emails for a while before I feel like I’m ready to sleep. It still takes me some time after that to pass out, though, because I’m thinking about the trip.
I can’t wait to see the gorgeous islands and get out of the city. I guess this is almost like my vacation.
That thought makes me laugh into my pillow. It’s a working vacation, but at least I don’t have to pay. I don’t think so, anyway.
I actually need to ask Randall about that at work tomorrow. And about a lot of other trip details as well. I put all thoughts of it out of my head, and concentrate on his handsome face, with its brown hair, green eyes, and sultry, charming smile, and I’m able to finally fall asleep.
Chapter 4
Randall
When Monday rolls around, the morning sun finds the two of us in a plane going to Hawaii. I feel relaxed as we leave the concrete jungle behind us for a little while. I sneak a glance over at Mary, who is sitting in the seat next to me, quietly reading a magazine.
I can’t get over how cute she looks. She must have bought new clothes for this trip. Of course, she looks incredible no matter what she wears.
She lifts her eyes from her reading and glances around at the other passengers. I can see excitement on her face. She notices me watching her and gives me an embarrassed smile.
She closes her magazine and says, “I’m sorry, but I’ve never done anything like this before,” with a little giggle.
I don’t think she realizes how provocative that sounds, because she’s so sweet and innocent.
My feelings for her are stirring again so I ask her a suggestive, “What do you mean?”
She blushes at my tone.
“O-oh, sorry. I meant I’ve never ridden on a plane before,” she clarifies, looking away from me for a second.
Her reaction to this little conversation has me thinking that she is still a virgin. That makes me want her even more. I start to wish I could have sex with her right here. Before I can get too into that particular fantasy, though, the people across the aisle from us start loudly complaining about our flight attendant, who had been slow to bring our drink orders.
“We didn’t pay a lot of money for first class to get this bad service,” someone whines.
This distracts Mary from me. She looks at the flight attendant, then shakes her head at the rude people.
“That’s not fair, I’m sure she’s doing the best she can,” she whispers softly.
It takes me by surprise that she would vocally sympathize with the stewardess. It makes me think that she might be different from most people. In the legal world, there aren’t many people who are genuinely kind, so she’s like a breath of fresh air.
She’s forgotten our conversation completely by now and goes back to reading her magazine. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes for a few minutes. Eventually the flight attendant makes her way to us.
She apologizes for the delay and hands us our drinks. I thank her stiffly. Mary smiles, and surprises us both by slipping a tip into the flight attendant’s hand. She gives Mary a grateful smile back before walking away.
I want to tell her that she didn’t need to do that – the drinks in first class are complimentary – but she’s lost in her magazine and sipping her drink. I take a sip of mine too; it’s nice and refreshing.
I tilt my head back again, but I’m secretly watching Mary out of the corner of my eye. I’m even more curious to get to know her better now.
In our short time on the plane, I’ve discovered that she is not only good at her job, but also that she is a very sweet and caring person. And again, she is incredibly hot.
I wonder what she thinks about me?
Or if she ever even does?
Probably not.
I know some people fantasize about their bosses, but I think Mary’s too innocent and also too professional for that. I watch as she excuses herself to the restroom, on edge until she comes back.
This is crazy. I want her so badly. It took every ounce of self-control not to follow her into that bathroom and have my way with her. I wonder how she would have reacted to that.
I worry that she can somehow hear my thoughts, because she looks up suddenly from her magazine. But she only gives me a cute smile and resumes reading. That’s yet another gesture that takes me by surprise.
Her personality is so adorable. These feelings are driving me to distraction. I can’t stand it anymore.
I come to a decision. She is going to be mine no matter what.