The plane cut through the clouds as he watched them go by his airplane window. He glanced to the aisle seat and without surprise saw that she was still very focused on the presentation she was modifying on her laptop. It hadn’t been quite two weeks since their encounter in his office and the following “lunch” in the parking garage, yet she seemed to keep him at a distance. As his thoughts drifted back to that day, he tried to mask his visual inspection of her. She wore a very conservative business outfit: navy skirt of moderate length and matching blazer with a white silk blouse. Occasionally, as she reached for her drink, the gap between buttons of her blouse would open slightly revealing to him just a glimpse of the top edge of her lace-trimmed bra. If she took just a deep enough breath, he thought, maybe he could also see the outline of her breast. No such luck, as she sat back upright and adjusted her jacket. The one thing that stood out more than anything to him, the one thing that continued to catch his eye, was her choice of lipstick for this flight. As conservatively as she was dressed, and as business-like as she acted, those red lips seemed to appear out of place. He blinked and shook his head slightly trying to clear his mind of such thoughts. After all, this really was an actual business trip.
She sat there next to him trying to concentrate on the presentation. She could feel his eyes on her and wondered what he was thinking. Ever since that day two weeks ago she had been dressing a bit more business-like and tried to act professionally when she was around him. “No telling what he thinks of me!” she thought as she reached for her drink. She still couldn’t believe she had let herself get carried away like that, and her cheeks burned at the memory of that day. After all, she was no office slut. She was damn good at her job, and she didn’t want him thinking he could just use her for his pleasure whenever the mood struck him.
The whine of the engine and the glow from her laptop had given her a headache. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her. She blushed and fumbled to close the laptop. “Are you ok? You look a little tired,” he said, breaking the silence.
“I’m fine, just a little headache, that’s all.” She put her computer back in its case and leaned forward in her seat to remove her jacket. She hesitated just a split second as she felt his hands on her shoulders, helping her with her blazer. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. “I think I’ll close my eyes and rest a while.” she said as she reclined her seat.
“Get your rest. I’ll need you at your best.” No sooner had those words slipped from his mouth did he realize how they might have sounded. He noticed her chuckle under her breath and then she slightly opened one eye, glared his way and grinned. “Maybe I need to rest as well.” he muttered, thinking to himself that he had better choose his words more carefully.
Try as he might he could not get any rest. The frustration of her sitting so close, and the presentation itself weighed on his shoulders. Every time he began to doze off, his thoughts ran back to two week ago, and that made his frustrations grow. Impatiently he looked as his watch and realized they would be on the ground shortly.
She tried to get some rest, but every time she closed her eyes vivid images of their escapade played in her mind over and over. She squirmed a bit in her chair as the memory of his kiss came rushing back. She felt her nipples harden and opened her eyes and sat up. “This is insane” she thought. “I’ve GOT to get that day out of my mind!” Even as she was thinking this, she found herself craving his touch.
