A Twist Of Fae

Chapter 6

Kate's POV

My eyes opened to a really bright light. I squinted trying to adjust. When my vision cleared I saw the sky and smiled, about to shut my eyes again.

Wait, I don't have a window.

The thought registered and I jumped up. I looked around, only to discover I was alone on a plane.

When the f**k did I-

I looked on my lap to see an all black faux fur blanket. I ran my hand over the soft texture feeling the smoothness against my skin.

There's no way I could afford this, let alone an entire jet to myself. I looked underneath the covers to see I still wore my night gown.

Did I sleep walk here? Surely, someone would have woke me up. No one would fly a random strang-

Is anyone flying the plane? I suddenly thought with wide eyes.

I stood up and hugged the blanket close to keep the cold air from pricking my skin.

As I grabbed on the doorknob and begin to open the door to the pilot's den, I heard two distinct male voices and I froze.

Did they know I was here? They had to have seen me sleeping on the seat. They were nice enough to give me a blanket, but couldn't have been too nice if they took me on a flight without my consent.

And let's not even begin to focus on the fact that I have a fear of heights.

The door opened and I gasped. He smiled at me and said something I couldn't quite understand.

"Um, can you tell me why I'm here?" I asked. He looked at me, confused. He spoke something unintelligible again and reached for me. I instinctively backed away quickly. Before I knew it my feet tangled in the furry cloak and I was tumbling backwards.

I closed my eyes tightly, preparing to hit the ground.

—Except I didn't.

Large arms enveloped me and I scarcely moved away from them back towards the pilot's door.

I looked at the man from the feet on up. He was wearing a black suit and my eyes widened when I got to his face.

It was no other than Daniel Clinton. He gave me a confused look, as he dried his hands with a napkin. I assumed he had just come from the bathroom.

"W-what am I doing here?"

"Ahh, I knew you were drunk," He nodded his head towards the pilot, dismissing him before walking over to the mini bar and pouring a glass of champagne.

Drunk? I questioned myself.

Daniel grabbed a water bottle from the beige cooler, that matched everything else in the jet.

He walked over to me and issued it towards me. I was too confused to take it and he raised an eyebrow.

"Do you not remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?" I repeated after him, not aware of what he was talking about.

"Yeah, you were pretty wild," He smirked, walking up to me. The back of his hand connected with my cheek, in a gentle way and he charmingly gazed into my eyes.

"But that was only half the fun, kitten."

I frantically searched my head, trying to remember, but all I got was a memory of me being lifted onto Daniel's shoulder as I was half asleep.

I wasn't drunk, but could he have..

"Relax, relax," Daniel finally spoke up.

"I'm only kidding. We are on our way to Thailand. You weren't exactly ready to go so I had to carry you out. You claimed you weren't drunk, but seeing as your memory is s**t, I'm starting to second guess your honesty, Ms. Claire."

"Thailand," I said to myself as I tried to recall more of my memory. I accepted the water from Daniel and he went to sit down. I turned towards him, ashamed that my boss had thought I was drunk.

"I didn't drink anything last night. I was sleep talking so I can't remember."

"Oh!" He said. I saw that possibility finally registering from the look on his face.

"I knew that. You sure talk a lot in your sleep."

I begin to wonder what all I had said, but I felt Daniel pull me towards him by my hip, then adding both hands so he could sit me down next to him.

"Don't worry about it. You worry to much."

As if the word 'worry' had triggered something, I then realized my shame of being seen by Daniel in my pjs with not even a drop of make-up.

My instincts caused me to rapidly grab the cover from the floor and cover myself with it as I gasped.

"Are we playing some kind of game now?" I felt embarrassed that my first move thought was to act like a five-year- old. He probably thought I was some childish freak.

"Umm Mr. Clinton, did you bring my things with us?"

"Yes, of course," I peaked my eyes out of the covers and he nodded towards a curtain in the back by the bathroom.

"Do you have an asthma pump you need or something?"

He looked worried for a second, but I reassured him.

"No, but um.. I'm just.."

"You don't need to worry about that," He told me.

"Besides we have atleast an hour and a half left. Might as well be comfortable."

"Go ahead,"He encouraged me.

"I'm a bit under-dressed," I said, hesitantly.

I thought about the last word and tried to match it with what he was wearing. I'd never seen him in anything, but suits. He looked perfect, always. But how comfortable could he be?

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows together. I hadn't meant to ask, but the thought just came out.

"I'm not the one you need to worry about," He smirked, taking another drink of his champagne before continuing.

"As long as you're sitting on money, you're comfortable."

"Oh,"I muttered, not sure what to say to him. It didn't change my mind about wanting to change.

"Well, i'm comfortable when I look good so.."

Must be nice, I mused to myself.

"Hey, don't let me stop you," He made a mild expression, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Do as you'd like."

With a polite 'Thank you' I almost sprinted to the back. I slid the curtain back and there my black and white polka-dotted suitcase was.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped it. I looked for my make-up bag then something to wear. Honestly, I had no idea what. Should I dress professional in case I go with Daniel? Should I dress casual in case he let's me roam around Thailand? Or should I do a mixture of both?

I decided on both.

Going into the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror and sighed out of disgust. How could he stand me looking like this? I washed my face and placed nude colors over my eyes and made sure my lips were glossy.

It's the small things that count, I thought.

I was looking better already, now I just had to tame this bird's nest I call hair. I grabbed a brush from my bag, glancing at Daniel as he was on the phone.

I shyly walked towards him, prepared to ask 'how much longer?' without stumbling over my words.

Him being on the phone seems to always be the worst time for me so I took my time brushing my hair and then curling it as much as I could. I sprayed my Sweet Pea perfume and then added the other needed essentials to my body.

When I walked out he was still on the phone, but luckily the conversation was coming to an end.

He hung up the phone and swung around, about to put his phone in his pocket. He looked up and came face to face with me, freezing.

He looked as if he was about to say something until a pilot opened the door and got his attention.

I tried to listen in to the short raven-haired man. However, his words were unintelligible. As I listened closer I realized he wasn't speaking English. He spoke in Italian, in which Daniel responded.

The only thing I could understand was "11 am."

The man disappeared behind the door again and Daniel went to type something in his phone.

"Why doesn't the pilot speak English? And since when did you speak Italian?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

I heard a low chuckle come from him and he looked up at me.

"I speak several languages. It's kind of a must. Italian though, I grew up around it. Considering, my father was originally from Italy. We took trips there often. My father liked to feel close to his roots so he hired an Italian speaking pilot."

I was learning a lot about Daniel. He surprisingly talked freely with me. I couldn't help but feel happy that he felt comfortable enough with me. Otherwise, this would be a long trip.

"Oh, wow.. Say something in Italian," I commanded, looking up at him with my arms behind my back.

He approached me and leaned down towards my height, whispering in my ear. His rough voice with his accent stronger than ever sent a shiver up my spine as I could feel his warm breath against my ear.

"Ti mostrerò molto di più che la mia lingua, gattino."

"W-what does that mean?" I stuttered, trying to keep my body at ease.

He stood up straight, making me have to look up at him again. He looked off in the distance as if he could see his thoughts.

He spoke, purposely using his accent again.

"Ahh, you will see soon enough."

"Oh.." I breathed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, considering the way he said it was in such a s****l tone. Or maybe his accent just made it seem that way. Hopefully, he'd use it more often.

"We're here."

"Alright, Kate," He stuck his phone in his back pocket and quickly finished his champagne.

Daniel's POV

I took Kate's hand, guiding her down the airstairs towards my black limo.

I watched her reaction to her surroundings and smiled. Just wait until she sees where we're staying. She looked in awe and I couldn't help but find it cute, along with how great she looked now.

Something in my chest ached and the foreign feeling left me frozen, until Lawrence had interrupted to inform me of the time of landing.

"How was the trip Mr. Clinton?" He politely asked, looking at me through the mirror.

My driver opened the door for us and greeted me.

"It was fine, thank you," I told him.

"And you Ms. Claire?"

"Oh, good, thanks," Kate replied with wide eyes as if she hadn't expected him to ask her.

"Did you bring what I asked?" I asked him and she looked towards me.

"Yes, sir, but may I ask why you didn't request enough for two?"

"Ahh, I kind of promised someone I'd get it for them." Kate looked at Desmond with a confused look as he handed her a black glass dish with a red top on it.

"I believe this is for you then, Ms. Claire."

She looked up at me as though she was requesting permission to open it and I gave her a nod.

She opened it and her lips parted in shock. The scent hit my nose and I could tell it wasn't the least bit burned as Ariella's had been. I figured she'd be hungry seeing as she hadn't ate since she woke up.

"Daniel, how did you- oh my god. Tell me you didn't see my.."

"I did, I did," I said, trying to hold my laugh as her cheeks went pink and she looked down at the professionally cooked lasagna.

"But it's fine. Practice makes perfect."

"It took me an hour thanks to.." her voice raised and eyes widened with a gasp like she remembered something.

"Yes," She responded in a whisper, seeming more embarrassed now, yet smiling.

"Google recipes?" I finished for her with a cheesy grin

I moved her hair from her face with a gentle swipe and she looked up in my eyes.

The aching feeling returned as she froze. I froze, too. We stayed there, lost. I couldn't bring myself to look away and I felt myself being guided towards her.

She leaned in as well and as our lips were about to connect the car came to a halt.

Desmond informed us of our arrival and I groaned in response in which he heard. "I'm sorry, boss. Did I interrupt something?"

"No," I lied with gritted teeth. Kate put the top back over the dish and smiled up at me.

"Thank you, Daniel. I'll eat it once we get inside." I nodded and Desmond opened the door for me. I moved out and waited for Kate. I grabbed her free hand to help her out and as soon as her head rose her eyes glistened with the sight.

You could see a part of the ocean and mountains in the back from where we stood. There was palm trees aligning the stone entrance. They had lights around them, making me wish we had come at night.

"Welcome to the Bo Phut resort, Mr. Clinton," A blonde woman greeted me. "Can I get you a drink?"

She was awfully close to me as she placed a hand on my arm. I saw Kate's head go down and I didn't like it. She seemed to have ignored Kate's presence and it pissed me off, but I tried to only slightly show it.

"No, thank you," I told her. I couldn't drink this early in the day, anyways.

"But perhaps you'd like to ask if my wife would like one."

Her face was one of someone who's dumbfounded. And I couldn't help but smile. I heard Kate's quick intake of breathe and her lips looked tempting as they slightly parted.

"Sweetheart, would you like something to drink?" The woman was still speechless as I pulled Kate my way and she melted into me.

It took a minute before Kate realized I was in fact speaking to her and spoke up.

"Oh! Um. No, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Clinton. I didn't see a wedding ring..on either of you. " She said, suspiciously looking at our hands.

This little b***h. I walked closer to the woman and leaned closely to her so Desmond couldn't hear. Even he stood confused.

"If you want to see your job again than I strongly suggest you find your place. I don't want my day ruined and I have a hitch that you don't want yours ruined either."

She quickly nodded then apologized again. We were took to our room down the white walkway also filled with lights and brown wooden walls.

Once we made it to the room my eyes met one bed when I had specifically asked for two.

Or had I?

Kate seems to grow worry-some when she saw the white bed covered in red rose petals and two white chocolate swans kissing right there in the middle. Can't forget the

"Happy Honey Moon" clearly spelled out in gold glitter right underneath it.

"I have no idea why they thought we wanted a honey moon suite. My deepest apologies Mr-" He had gotten to the glitter before I stopped his ravaging.

They gave me the honey moon suite out of all the rooms they had. I ran a hand over my face as Desmond put Kate and I's bags in the closet before rushing to move the items from atop the bed.

"It's fine, Desmond. Really. Thank you, " I assured him. He nodded, putting his hands to his sides.

" I need to go to Knight's SEO right away."

"Okay," He said, compliantly.

He quickly looked over his shoulders and for a second I wondered what he was looking for. He picked up one of the swans and walked up to Kate, bowimg at her.

"It was very nice to meet you, Ms. Claire," He reached it out to her, lifting his head up.

Her eyes went wide and she quickly placed the lasagna bowl down, accepting his gift.

"Thank you and you as well Desmond."