like a sack of potatoes in Paris. She didn't like flying much, and the thought of flying so far made her very nervous.
Inside it wasn't at all like a commercial jet. It was like a small apartment. There was a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a wonderful sitting area with large leather seats.
''Who flies this thing,'' she asked when they were strapped into a seat.
''Father Christmas. Heavens Alina.''
''I'm just really nervous, that's all. Sorry.''
Ryan looked at her and took a more sympathetic approach. ''When we get up above the clouds, we'll have a glass of Champagne. That ought to settle your nerves.''
Alina didn't have time to answer. The plane sped down the runway thrusting her back into her seat. She closed her eyes and said goodbye to her parents and wished she'd stayed in New York.
''Here drink this,'' Ryan said shortly after the Captain had turned off the seat-belt signs.
Alina took the drink and gulped it down, then held out the glass for more. Ryan laughed and obliged. After two full glasses, she was much calmer, even enjoying the flight.
''You know you're a great PA,'' he said. ''Really good.''
''Thanks. You're a great boss.'' She smiled at him. He decided to take a chance. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. ''No Ryan. I like you, really like you, but I don't want to mix work and pleasure.''
Maybe she would change her mind after some more Champagne he thought. He offered her another glass, but she refused, aware of what he was doing. They spent the rest of the flight in silence. She fell into a deep sleep, and Ryan sat and looked at what he so badly wanted but was unable to have.
*****
The Four Seasons George V Hotel in Paris is so luxury-laden only the worlds richest people can afford to stay there. But that's where Alina found herself, courtesy of her job with Ryan. It was ridiculous, her bedroom had a chandelier. The bathroom was an echoing chamber of marble and gold, and she spent an age pampering herself there.
They'd arrived in the middle of the morning. In the luxury limousine which had picked them up from the airport, Alina saw very different architecture than she was used to. The center of Paris took her breath away. The hustle and bustle, Notre Dame and L'Arch de Triomphe and all the Baroque buildings. She instantly fell in love with the place.
Ryan and Alina had agreed to get some sleep and meet up for dinner at seven. The business part of the trip was to begin the following day. At six, Alina was already in her evening gown. She stood and looked at herself. She held her stomach in and let it out. She cursed when she saw, what she perceived to be a huge belly appear again.
''My God, you look stunning,'' Ryan said.
''So do you,'' she said. He was wearing black tie evening wear.
They sat down to dinner, and Alina felt Ryan's eyes on her throughout the evening. Her hair was pinned back over her ears, and she wore droplet earrings that looked like real diamonds. Around her neck a perfectly good copy of a diamond necklace.
After dinner, Ralph stood up and gave her his arm. They walked to the elevator together and went to the top floor. At her bedroom door, they stopped and looked at each other.
''I want you, Alina. I want to come into you room with you.''
''No Ryan. It's not right. I work for you.''
''Yes you do, don't you? In that case here's the deal. I'm changing your job description.''
''How?''
''I'm giving you some extra duties. Compulsory duties.''
''Are you talking about the kind of duties I think you are?''
''Yes. Now let me into your room, with you.''
''But Ryan.....it's''
He took the key from her hand, opened the door and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and threw his arms around her. He smelled lovely and suddenly Alina was torn. She'd tried to be professional, she really had. But there was a limit to the level of resistance a woman could maintain. It felt so good to be in his arms; his scent made her legs
Inside it wasn't at all like a commercial jet. It was like a small apartment. There was a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen and a wonderful sitting area with large leather seats.
''Who flies this thing,'' she asked when they were strapped into a seat.
''Father Christmas. Heavens Alina.''
''I'm just really nervous, that's all. Sorry.''
Ryan looked at her and took a more sympathetic approach. ''When we get up above the clouds, we'll have a glass of Champagne. That ought to settle your nerves.''
Alina didn't have time to answer. The plane sped down the runway thrusting her back into her seat. She closed her eyes and said goodbye to her parents and wished she'd stayed in New York.
''Here drink this,'' Ryan said shortly after the Captain had turned off the seat-belt signs.
Alina took the drink and gulped it down, then held out the glass for more. Ryan laughed and obliged. After two full glasses, she was much calmer, even enjoying the flight.
''You know you're a great PA,'' he said. ''Really good.''
''Thanks. You're a great boss.'' She smiled at him. He decided to take a chance. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. ''No Ryan. I like you, really like you, but I don't want to mix work and pleasure.''
Maybe she would change her mind after some more Champagne he thought. He offered her another glass, but she refused, aware of what he was doing. They spent the rest of the flight in silence. She fell into a deep sleep, and Ryan sat and looked at what he so badly wanted but was unable to have.
*****
The Four Seasons George V Hotel in Paris is so luxury-laden only the worlds richest people can afford to stay there. But that's where Alina found herself, courtesy of her job with Ryan. It was ridiculous, her bedroom had a chandelier. The bathroom was an echoing chamber of marble and gold, and she spent an age pampering herself there.
They'd arrived in the middle of the morning. In the luxury limousine which had picked them up from the airport, Alina saw very different architecture than she was used to. The center of Paris took her breath away. The hustle and bustle, Notre Dame and L'Arch de Triomphe and all the Baroque buildings. She instantly fell in love with the place.
Ryan and Alina had agreed to get some sleep and meet up for dinner at seven. The business part of the trip was to begin the following day. At six, Alina was already in her evening gown. She stood and looked at herself. She held her stomach in and let it out. She cursed when she saw, what she perceived to be a huge belly appear again.
''My God, you look stunning,'' Ryan said.
''So do you,'' she said. He was wearing black tie evening wear.
They sat down to dinner, and Alina felt Ryan's eyes on her throughout the evening. Her hair was pinned back over her ears, and she wore droplet earrings that looked like real diamonds. Around her neck a perfectly good copy of a diamond necklace.
After dinner, Ralph stood up and gave her his arm. They walked to the elevator together and went to the top floor. At her bedroom door, they stopped and looked at each other.
''I want you, Alina. I want to come into you room with you.''
''No Ryan. It's not right. I work for you.''
''Yes you do, don't you? In that case here's the deal. I'm changing your job description.''
''How?''
''I'm giving you some extra duties. Compulsory duties.''
''Are you talking about the kind of duties I think you are?''
''Yes. Now let me into your room, with you.''
''But Ryan.....it's''
He took the key from her hand, opened the door and pulled her inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and threw his arms around her. He smelled lovely and suddenly Alina was torn. She'd tried to be professional, she really had. But there was a limit to the level of resistance a woman could maintain. It felt so good to be in his arms; his scent made her legs
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