The Contract of Desire

Chapter 3

Bianca’s POV

“Welcome to Sun country airlines, thank you for choosing us, remain seated while I read out the airways instruction. We guarantee you a safe and secure trip….” The words of the announcer drones out as I settle next to Roman with a beautiful smile on my face.

If there was one thing working with Roman had done I would have to admit that it was widespread travel. If it wasn’t Canada then it sure as well was Italy.

It was always a blast, successful trips and good love making afterwards, Roman liked to say I was his Goodluck charm and when he says that in the most playful way I translate it to some kind of love confession.

“You have groaned for five minutes straight, what is it?” He asked me and I grudgingly turned my head towards him.

I was flying with Roman, of course he was going to book us the most convenient and expensive flight. So I was definitely not uncomfortable.

“Pulling me all the way here is not enough, next you’re going to bully me into conversation with you?” I asked him defensively and he raised his brows.

He leaned in towards me and I felt my skin tingle as his breath touched my skin.

“Why are you always acting up when my hands are not on you?” He asked me and I fought the urge to lean closer and have his lips do magical things to me.

“You flatter yourself,” I retorted and he chuckled, a deep alluring sound, I turned my head to the front trying by all means to not fall into his tempting hands.

We had chosen to travel by midnight, we had no plans of staying too long and since it was already 12 it was safe to say our meeting was scheduled for tomorrow.

I peeped at him and his eyes were closed, he was as still as a stone, unmoving and composed, almost as though he wasn’t feeling what I was feeling. I became even angrier.

“I can feel your cheeks go red just from watching me sleep. Do I affect you that much, Mouse?” He asked me and I swallowed like the coward I was. I cleared my throat before answering.

His hands were on my legs and suddenly his words were swallowed. I had wanted to put on pants because I knew Roman was the most shameless billionaire I had ever come across, but I felt he wouldn’t do something silly because I was mad.

I had thought wrong.

His hands trailed my laps and up my thighs and I bit my bottom lips when I felt his hands near my wetness. I looked at him in horror, every passenger around was asleep and the light at our seat was dim.

“Are you alright?” I managed to ask before releasing a much needed moan. It was low but the obvious and his eyes met mine, he smiled, a mischievous smile that gave him a boyish look.

“Don’t say a word.” He insisted as another finger slid in, I was enjoying it and slowly my anger disappeared, faded away like the patience I had.

I wanted to go down but he stopped me.

A flight attendant approached us and she smiled, if only she knew his hands were deep rooted in my thighs and in between my legs.

“Hello, would you like anything?” She asked and I stared at her, speechless and unable to make out any words.

“Maybe just water,” Roman said charmingly and gave her a nice smile. I watched her blush and I hated her immediately. Why would she flirt with my lover/boss when I was right there, when he was right inside of me.

“Okay,” she said and left, I let out a moan as she walked away and Roman turned to look at me, he let out a small sigh as he retrieved his fingers.

I watched him with exhaustion as he sucked his fingers, the same one that had been in me and I was livid.

“You’re something else,” I muttered and fell asleep.

I woke up an hour later and the plane was landing, my lashes fluttered open and I saw Roman staring right back at me.

“Hello mouse,” he greeted, his tone cold and inviting. Who would believe he had just displayed the highest form of indecency barely an hour ago.

“Are we there yet?” I asked and he nodded.

“We’re landing. Fasten your seatbelt.”

“And you had no plans for waking me up.” I muttered as I did it, I ran my hands through my hair and sighted a half drank water on the tray.

I picked it up and gulped down a large portion before fixing the belt across my body.

“I was going to protect you,” he teased and I scoffed.

We got down and I pulled my bag with me while he carried the rest of the luggage.

We sighted the car waiting to take us back to where we would be staying.

It was an inn called L'hopital.

I didn’t understand what sort of name it was but he insisted it was a commendable establishment.

The ride was direct and quiet, I was lost in my thoughts.

Having to be far from technology for a while was good for my brain and I had Roman here to ease my ‘tension’.

My phone was somewhere in my bag and I made a mental note to check on Brian immediately we got there.

“Stop staring at me or you might fall in love,” Roman teased as my eyes roamed his body. Too late for that.

I knew it wouldn’t take any second before we returned to our professional mode.

We just needed a formal introduction and voila.

The car slowed down in front of an un-inn like building.

It was beautiful and well illuminated. I was already used to this sort of grandeur, and had even made love in most.

We greeted the innkeeper and she was nice, smiled a lot.

“Nice to meet you Miss Rowlene, I hope you enjoy your stay here.” She said nicely and I just knew she was going to provide great service.

“Thank you,” I responded and moved closer to Roman.

“Let me lead you to your room,” she said.

I trusted Roman to have made arrangements for us to share a room. I walked into the room and was impressed, he immediately set his bags on the wide bed in the bedroom.

The Innkeeper had been showing me a pullout bed in the large living room and I guessed she thought one of us would be using it.

Roman came out of the room in a robe and it looked like he just got off a call.

“What is it?” I asked him and he looked angry, a little irritated.

“I think you got the date wrong. The meeting is scheduled for this morning, I just got off the phone with Donald Reyes.” He said and I stared at him in horror.

I picked up the programme from the suitcase and sure enough it was true.

He looked angry with me and I wondered how it was my fault.

I mean, it was my fault but he was responsible for confusing me most of the time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t use my glasses,” I muttered and he looked like he was going to explode.

“You should go through the client information and briefings, we will need all the brain power for the meeting.” He snapped and I knew he was back to official Mr Roman Schuster.

I watched him walk back into the bathroom and I rolled my eyes, trying not to remember that he had taken me on the flight here.

I know most of these people, I had already done the research in New York.

I didn’t change yet, I was feeling a little stuffy but I waited for him to come out, while I waited I searched the heap of clothes for my phone.

I tossed it in when we were boarding the plane.

I pulled it out and turned it on, I saw the banner notifying me of five missed calls and I went to check my call history.

Nobody ever really called me, unless it was an emergency.

I opened my call log and I saw that it was Brian. I had left him a note and even seen him at his work before leaving. We hardly even spoke on the phone but he had called five times?

Fear immediately got me.

Why was Brian calling?