I looked at my watch, wondering if I was up late.
“It’s barely eight, why are you asking me to dinner?” I replied curiously.
“It takes about seven hours to get to Paris from here, Nia,” he said as he casually strolled closer.
“Paris?” I asked with astonishment. “You want to fly to Paris for dinner?”
“Isn’t that generally what you do when you have a personal jet and a day off?” he replied.
I couldn’t find fault in his logic, and it helped that I didn’t want to find fault in his logic.
“I would be happy to join you, if that’s what you wish,” I said.
He clapped his hands in a cheer and gave me a hug.
“I own a restaurant that’ll open a table up for me tonight. Have my tuxedo pressed and take the car out and buy something dressy. If you’re going to be holding onto my arm you need to look the part.”
I tried my hardest to hold in my excitement. Not only would I get to go to Paris, but I’d get to play dress up and feel rich for the evening.
“I’ve arranged a limousine for you today since Brent has the day off. Flight leaves in 2 hours so don’t take long,” Tom poured himself a drink from the whiskey stored nearby and sat back down in the deck chair.
I lingered a moment trying to understand his motivation. He could have done anything on his day off, but, instead, he’s taking me to Paris. I had to think this had something to do with last night.
No matter, I could use the day off. I left him to his vices and joined with the driver that waited outside by the limo. A few minutes later I was being shown some of the most beautiful and incredibly expensive dresses I had seen; and I wanted them all. I settled for a skin tight black dress that ended just above the knee. The low back and deep neck line accentuated my curves and I looked amazing. Twenty-five thousand dollars later, and I had my dress for the evening.
It wasn’t long before Tom and I were sitting a few thousand feet above sea level in his private jet, sipping on wine. I kept seeing him glance at meet from the corner of his eye. I pretended not to notice.
“Nia, I hope my attitude last night wasn’t off putting,” he said.
“Off putting in what way?” I asked.
He swiveled his chair toward me kicked a leg over his knee.
“I might enjoy the company of many women but I didn’t mean to do so in front of you. I would prefer to stay professional when possible.”
I swept the hair out of my eyes and gave him a big smile. “I’m not put off by sex, Tom.”
“That may be so, but watching your boss have sex must be strange.”
“The only reason I would’ve been watching is if you hadn’t noticed me. I didn’t see anything except two young trollops showing what god gave them.” I said.
Tom gave me another insightful glare. “Don’t you mean three?”
I blushed a little thinking about it and crossed my arms trying to cover myself more than I already was. “You didn’t have to stare, you know.”
“And you didn’t have to walk that slowly and sensually, but you did.”
I suppose someone as perceptive as him would notice something like that.
“Okay, okay. I was out drinking, and my best friend told me in no uncertain terms to pursue you as more than just a boss. But, I stand by my professional work. I’m not interested in being arm candy to some rich man.”
Tom sat back in his chair partially pleased with himself. “I didn’t do anything with them last night and you can blame yourself for that.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I called Brent and told him to take them home,” he said. “They didn’t seem that interesting anymore after I caught you.”
I was feeling a bit light headed as the blood rushed to my face. I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or an insult so I prodded further.
“You gave up a night with two beautiful women because you saw my bare ass? Am I that much of a turn off?” I asked.
“Just the opposite,” Tom said. “It’s like living in a world full of cabbage, you eat it and it’s familiar; it keeps you full and satiated and happy. But, then you have your first taste of cake.”
“So, you’re saying that I’m ‘cake’ now?” I asked.
“No, I’m saying that you’re a beautiful woman and deserve more praise than you’re probably afforded.”
I was gushing with pride as he said that. I felt as light as air and that felt a bit ironic as we were in a jet. I could see something was holding him back from saying anything else.
“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked.
His face twisted as though he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. I had a feeling I knew what he was attempting to vocalize.