Chapter 388

They took a taxi to the train station where Christian presented their tickets. He had Gilley's ID and was using his name for everything. The ticket taker nodded and gave them their receipt and directed them toward the train. They showed their ticket stub while boarding and were lead to a private room with a door and a bed.

"Christian, this is like a mini hotel! Wow. I have never been on a train like this before." Nora said.

"It's an almost 5 hour trip. I wanted you to be comfortable." He said, loading their bags into the over head compartment. Nora checked it out, pushing buttons and looking at every detail.

"This much have been expensive. How much do I owe you?" She asked.

"Nothing. It's my pleasure." He said. "I'm the tour guide, remember?"

"Seriously. You don't even know me. All this?" She asked. He could only imagine her reaction when she saw the 8 bedroom, 12 bathroom home they would be staying at.

"Yes. I have connections. It is good to know people." Christian said.

"I guess you must be right." She said, sitting down. After they settled, an attendant came by and asked what they wanted to drink.

"I think we will keep it light. A bottle of your finest Sauvignon Blanc, please." Christian said. The attendant looked at Christian oddly.

"That will be all for now." Christian said, breaking their stare nervously.

"I apologize sir, you just seemed a bit familiar looking. I'll be right back." The attendant said.

"I'm sure I don't know you. And thank you." Christian said, keeping his head low.

After the glasses were poured and they were settled, he watched as Nora looked out the window. He knew nothing about her, just her first and last name, Nora Palmer. That she was American and her age. He needed her birthdate to book the tickets. She was older than he was, as he presumed when he met her. 10 years between them. She was 31 and looked not a day over 21. She was full of life and light and he didn't care if she was 20 years older. He wanted to be near her.

She looked at him and smiled. Almost as if she was reading his mind, she said, "I know so little about you. I only know your first name." She giggled. "How old are you?" She asked.

"21." He said, looking down shyly.

"What?? Are you kidding me? Ha ha ha. Well, I should have known. You have a beautiful face, and your eyes seem so… clear. Like there isn't any damage there." She said. He shifted in his seat.

"So I don't look damaged to you? Are you uncomfortable about my age?" He asked.

She looked at him and said, "No" like she meant it.

"What do you do? Student?" She asked.

"No. I have a degree in business. I work in…" he thought of the quickest thing he could. "…public relations." He said.

"A, a suit and tie kinda guy. I like that." She said.

"Why do you do?" He asked.

"Hair." She said. "I am a stylist. Cosmetologist of you want be technical. I own my own salon, in Michigan."

He smiled. She was a business woman, as well. His mother was from Michigan which was a nice coincidence.

"I started college with the intention of getting a degree in literature. But that wasn't going any where. I needed a job to support myself and my dad when my mom got sick. My dad needed help so I stepped up." She said, looking out the window. "The salon took off quickly. We are kind of unique." She said.

"Unique how?" He asked.

"Well, we do tattooing and piercing there as well. And tanning. But we specialize in wigs and tattoos for cancer patients and survivors. Breast cancer, specifically. I make wigs and my partner does nipple tattoos. All for free." She said with a proud smile. He looked at her, glowing like she was, this not only gorgeous but kind and giving woman. He was head over heels. He knew at that moment there was no going back. His life was changing and he wasn't going to be able to stop it.

"You're an incredible woman." He said, drinking his wine and watching her.

She blushed. She was embarrassed whenever he complimented her. Was she not used to men gushing over her? He wondered to himself.

"Any children?" He asked. She paused. He knew there must be something that came with her. She said she was never married. But maybe she was a mother? He needed to know. He needed to know everything about her.

"No." She said quietly. Something was there. There was a story, without a doubt. But he didn't want to prod.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask all these personal questions so soon." He said.

"Don't be. I don't mind at all. That's the only way to get to know someone, right? And honestly, I want to know you." She said, making unwavering eye contact with him. He felt his body quiver below the belt again. What was this power she had over his masculinity? Just a look or a certain way she spoke made him want to rip her clothes off and possess every inch of her. It was madness. She must have noticed his looking at her with those thoughts, and she sat her glass down, then moved forward and kissed him. He wasn't sure what to do, he didn't want to hold back, so he returned the kiss, even more intensely. She moved onto his lap and straddled him, kissing him and taking off his hat, running her hands through his wavy hair that was now past his ears. He was so turned on he could barely contain himself. She moved and rocked against his body and she took his hand and placed it on her left breast. His breath became more strained and he kissed her harder, leaning her back and kissing the line of her throat and down to her chest. She pushed him back into his seat and kissed him again, pulling his hair gently and tilting his head back to kiss his neck.

"I, we… " he tried to speak but he could barely form any words. She moved her hips and rode him, undoubtedly feeling his physical response to her.

The attendant knocked and interrupted them. They pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes, out of breath.

"I want you. I know that. I cannot deny that. I have to warn you, if you do not keep your distance, I can't promise I won't violate my gentlemen's code. I can't promise I won't take you and fuck you into next week." He said, hearing the words come from his mouth but sounding like a stranger. What? Christian! He thought… What the hell has gotten into you?! You don't speak like that! It was like some other person speaking, some animal form of himself.

She leaned back into her seat and bit her lip.

"You are quite literally the most beautiful man I have ever met in my entire life. And the sexiest by far. There is something about you. Something classy and timeless. I've slept with men with much less chemistry between us than the atomic bomb that just went off in this room.."

She sat up and leaned forward. "…If you want to fuck me, you should do it" She said, smiling. The attendant entered and brought them some cheese and crackers and other various snacks. Nora and Christian continued to make eye contact.

The attendant looked at both of them and sensed the awkward tension along with seeing both of their hair in disarray and knew he needed to leave.

"Ok then, Cheerio." The attendant said.

"I need to step out for a second. Get some air. I'll be back in a second." Christian said. Nora smiled and nodded.

"Understood." She said with a smile. She bit her finger and watched him walk out of the car.

He walked to the back of the train. Derek casually followed. "Everything alright, your majesty?" He asked.

Christian ran is hands through his hair. "Yes. No. I don't know. Not rightly sure." He said.

"What do you mean?" Derek asked.

"This woman, oh Christ, this woman." Christian said. "She's like a goddess. She's like this sexual magnet and I can't keep off of her. It's borderline disrespectful, honestly. And yet she is a good, charitable person that gives to sick people and I am a complete shit for wanting to do the things I want to do to her." Christian said, looking out of a window and sighing.

"I have never heard you speak like that. You're a bloody virgin for fook's sake! You don't even know what to do with her!" Derek said.

"Ssshhh keep it down." Christian said. "I know and that is what is madness with her. I can't believe I am behaving like this. I can't offer her a future! She doesn't even know my real identity and I'm ready to do reckless, defiling things to her. Christ. I am a terrible man. I know that now."

"You're not a terrible man. You're a MAN. These are normal desires. You have been sheltered all of your life. Attending an boys college and private schools. Under constant watch of the world. It isn't weird at all to be this way. You've been like a caged animal and now you are a man. Just be careful. Don't tell her who you are. Let her get to know you, the real you. And if the real you is a unhinged nymphomaniac, then let her decide if she wants to be around it or not." Derek said with a smile. Christian smiled and nodded.

"Enjoy your holiday. We worked hard to make this happen. Shag her rotten, every which way from sideways but be careful and know that you cannot get attached, you cannot fall in love." Derek said.

"And what if I can't prevent that?" Christian asked.

"You know what. And you know why you cannot."

He said, patting Christian's shoulder. Christian nodded.

He went back to find Nora fast asleep in her seat. She looked like an absolute Angel. He grabbed a blanket from the overhead and covered her, sitting next to her. She made a little cooing noise and leaned her head on his shoulder. He knew it was too late to avoid caring for this woman. He knew that the moment he met her.