Kisses

Jason’s pov

I really did like Zia a lot. And if she would agree to go out on a date with me, I would take all caution out the window and make her mine, yes my everything. Call me lovesick or a hopeless romantic but I just loved everything about her. She wasn’t like any other girl I had met. When all the ladies were swooning over me for my looks money and status she wanted to run away from me. She remained timid and respectful. Even when I crossed all professional boundaries to visit her apartment, she remained respectful and welcoming. It was my fear that, with all the goodness, modesty, and beauty in her someone else, another man would see her and take her away from me. That is why I was making haste in wanting to take her out on a date, make her my girlfriend and eventually my wife before someone else did. I know it is selfish on my part but I craved her attention, love, affection. If she requited my love I would be the happiest man on earth and I know she will have to quit working for the company due to the company policy but I am okay with that. What better place to have her than my life?

There is nothing I looked forward to other than seeing her every morning. I had gotten a call about a potential client in Bali and I had to fly down there. I had texted Zia to pack her clothes for the trip and I wonder if she got my message because it was pretty late at night and she must have slept already. I was driving to pick her up now. Just in cue, she texted me and I think she is panicking

"I don’t even have a passport, sir."

"Don’t worry my beautiful Zia. Everything has been arranged. We are using the company’s private jet. Also, what did I say about calling me, sir?"

"I just woke up, J. I haven’t even packed yet. Just go without me, I will make you late"

"No can do. I am going with you. Don’t worry about the clothes, will get some along the way. Also, open the door am already here to pick you up."

"What??"

She opened the door and never had a woman looked this pretty on her nightdress and hair a beautiful mess, her doe eyes now sexy like a seductress'. She was shocked to see me there. I stood frozen looking at this beautiful woman, whose thoughts kept me awake all night, from head to toe and my eyes kept darting back to her chest area, the nipples. They got my attention and I wondered how they looked and felt. My dirty thoughts were cut short by her voice, “ eyes up here, mister”

“ Someone is sassy, this morning,” I replied. In her confusion, I went and hugged her before she could object and made sure to press my firm body into her soft one and she fit just so perfectly in my embrace. “ now scoot and change into something decent, our flight leaves in 20 minutes”

She left and I couldn't help but stare at her well `rounded bottom. Bite me, I am a typical man, with eyes, fully functional organs and raging hormones. She came back wearing some skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket and she was hot. Is there something that this woman didn’t rock? We left for the airport and while I was driving, I briefed her on what the trip was all about and I could see the excitement in her eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came. We got to the plane, just in time for take-off. Zia took her time to admire the interior of the company plane and she said, “ I have never been on a private plane, I mean any plane before.”

“ Well, then let's change that, sit next to me so that I can hold your hand when the plane takes off” I replied and she nodded as I fastened her seatbelt for her making sure that my hands roamed her waist and my nose touched hers and I could feel her hold her breath and I daringly kissed her cheek and said, “breathe Z” and there she was blushing again.

When the plane, took off, I held her hand and she relaxed. I knew she hadn't taken any breakfast from the way her stomach rumbled so I called the hostess who was bashing her fake eyelashes and I could see, Zia drilling holes at the hostess. Zia was jealous. My assumptions were right. Zia likes me too. When the hostess came, she stood so close to me that it made me feel dirty before Zia’s eyes. “ bring me a cup of black coffee and one sugar and for my wife here some orange juice, bacon, sausages, and toast.” When she heard me call Zia my wife, she frowned and that served her right for trying to flirt with me. When breakfast was brought, Zia said thanks and we ate in comfortable silence. Since the journey was 12 hours away, we decided to make the PowerPoint presentation and I loved Zia's insightful input and when we were done, I knew, we were going to acquire that client. Zia started dozing off and I carried her bridal style to the bedroom cabin and when I lay her on the bed, the temptation to sleep next to her was bigger than myself so I obliged. I slept next to her and by the time we woke, we were both cuddling with my arms over her waist and hers over my chest area.

She was about to get up from our comfortable embrace when we heard the pilot, “ sir and miss, you need to get back to your seat, we land in a few minutes.”

Cheekily I kissed her cheek and said, “ you heard the pilot, my dear wife” and the way she blushed made my heart flutter in excitement.