Chapter 15

The cab pulls up to the runway where Nik's jet is. Jane is still fast asleep, so Nik gets out first to unpack the cab and load everything onto the plane. Once Jane's stuff is where it needs to be, Nik goes back to the cab to pay the fare. Nik decides not to wake Jane, instead, he lifts her in a piggyback position, careful to not shake or move too much. He climbs onto the plane with Jane. He sets her down in one of the chairs. Somehow, she slept through that entire event.

The pilot is not on board yet. He is out having breakfast and is not due back until 8:00. Which gives Nik fifteen minutes to get situated. Just as he settles into his seat, his assistant arrives with a picnic basket. He hands the picnic basket to Nik, checking to make sure that Nik doesn't need anything else before his flight leaves. Nik gives his assistant the go-ahead to get on out of there and enjoy his week off.

Nik places the basket on the floor in between his seat and Jane's. He isn't sure if he should wake her now, or if he should wait until she wakes up on her own. Jane shifts in her sleep, mumbling something about soap. Nik has no idea what that means and doesn't want to intrude on her dreams. He pulls out his phone and connects his earbuds, turning on a movie that he had downloaded onto his phone last night.

It's a psychological thriller where a bunch of strangers are trapped in some sort of room. It looks like a basement. They have to figure out how they are all related and every hour someone dies until they figure out the truth. It sounds decent enough.

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Jane sits up in her seat. She looks around the space. She remembers being in the cab with Nik but how did she get here? Are they already flying?

Jane lifts the screen that was previously blocking out the sky. All she can see is a vast blanket of light blue with a few white or gray fluffy entities every so often. There is no ground beneath them, no land in sight. She quickly shuts the screen. Not being aware of where the ground is, has her stomach in knots.

"Are you alright Jane? I hope you don't mind, but I loaded your stuff onto the plane for you and carried you on. I didn't want to wake you. You were sleeping and you looked so comfortable and calm. I couldn't bring myself to ruin that, so I just let you sleep. Are you hungry?" Nik pulls out one of his earbuds when he realizes that Jane has re-entered the land of the living.

"I could eat. You didn't have to do all that for me. I was probably heavy. You could have just woken me up." Jane meets Nik's questioning gaze. She is embarrassed that he has felt the entirety of her weight and that he had to struggle to get her onto the plane. It must have been difficult.

"You aren't heavy? I don't think you realize how short you are Jane. I didn't have any problems getting you up here so don't worry about it so much. So, breakfast," Nik grabs the basket and places it on his lap, "this is what we have."

Jane watches as Nik opens it. He reaches inside and begins pulling out containers. Some are filled with eggs; others have what looks like some kind of breakfast meat. There are muffins and bagels and a wide assortment of other breakfast grains. There are utensils and napkins. There are even glasses and a bottle of wine. 'Wine for breakfast? That's some rich people shit,' Jane thinks to herself.

"Does any of this look appealing to you?" Nik opens one of the containers. It has fresh waffles. The aroma escapes its plastic confines, making its way to Jane's nose. It smells heavenly.

"I wouldn't mind a muffin or maybe even one of those waffles. The wine looks nice as well. Are we really allowed to have that kind of stuff up in the air with us?"

"Hey, it's not like we are the ones flying this plane. As long as the pilot doesn't drink any of it, I think we will be fine." Nik opens the wine, pouring two glasses and handing one to Jane. Jane gladly accepts, taking a small sip of the rose-colored liquid. Jane's eyes open wide. She has never had a wine that tasted this incredible before.

"Nik, how much did this stuff cost? This couldn't have been cheap. You shouldn't have gone all out like this. I really would have been fine with a basic breakfast sandwich from a random ass drive-through and some OJ or something."

"Does it matter? I wanted to make this a good experience for us both."

"What do you mean does it matter?! I also would have been perfectly fine with a random box of wine from the local grocery store. As long as it has a decent alcohol content, I don't care how it tastes. You didn't need to spend that much money on me." Nik shrugs his shoulders, not worried about the price of the wine or the food.

The wine came from his private collection, it's not like he actually shelled out any money on that. It was something he already owned. The food was ordered from one of his favorite restaurants. He loves supporting businesses in the area so he feels no shame regarding the amount of money or effort he spent on this meal.

"It's fine Jane. Lighten up. This is a treat. Who wouldn't want to share a nice glass of wine with a beautiful woman while eating good food? This might be the best Monday morning I've ever had." Nik smiles, offering the tip of his glass to Jane. She lightly taps her glass against his, still unsettled by the idea of this man spending more than ten dollars on a bottle of wine and a fast-food breakfast sandwich.

It doesn't take long for the alcohol to kick in. Within the hour both Jane and Nik are more than a little tipsy. They downed the whole bottle and neither of them ate enough or drank any water to prevent the ensuing drunkenness.

"Hey Jane, will you tell me about that dream you had?" Nik's words slur together creating a barely intelligible flurry of nonsense. Somehow Jane was able to decipher what Nik said because she instantly covers her face with her hands.

"No way you perv. Why are you so concerned with it? Why does it matter that I had a sex dream about you!?" As soon as Jane realizes that she just basically told Nik exactly what he wanted to hear, she covers her mouth with her hand. Nik chuckles at the outburst of the younger woman.

"Oh, I am the perv? You are the one that had the dream. So, what was it like? Was I any good?" Nik eggs her on, wanting to know more of the juicy details of whatever it was that they did together in her mind last night. He can feel a tightness growing in his pants but is too intoxicated to care.

"S-stop teasing me like that. I-I'm not going to say anymore." Jane turns to face the wall, no longer wishing to engage in this conversation with Nik. Unfortunately, he refuses to let it go. He gets up from his seat and grabs Jane, pulling her out of her own seat. Once she is up, he steals her seat and drops her onto his lap. Jane squeaks. She can feel his manhood pressing into her from below. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm not letting you go until you spill the beans, Miss Jane." Nik nuzzles into Jane's neck, taking in her scent. How does she always smell so aggravatingly amazing? Just her scent alone is enough to drive him crazy. He kisses her neck a few times before sitting back in the chair to get comfy. He isn't about to let Jane escape the conversation again.

"F-Fine. You were really good. There is that good en-enough?" Jane struggles with her words. She is flustered and ashamed of herself for letting him find out about her dirty little secret. Nik squeezes her tightly in his arms, giving her a few more neck kisses.

"Nope. Tell me more. I want to know the whole story from start to finish."

"I c-can't do that!" Jane squeals, squirming in Nik's strong grasp. She tries to escape but he is much stronger than her and he is not letting up.

"If you can't tell me, then I want you to show me." That familiar sinister smirk crosses his lips. She can't see it, but she can feel it against her neck as he goes back to placing kisses and leaving a few hickeys here and there. Jane can feel herself getting wet. She pushes her legs closed, rubbing her thighs together uncomfortably. "Did I touch you like this Jane?" Nik moves one of his hands under Jane's shirt, fondling her large supple breasts.

Jane bites her lip, unprepared for whatever is about to happen next.