The Tycoon's Secret(18)

She climbed out of bed, taking a minute to stretch her stiff muscles. After once again using the small, but nice bathroom, she made her way back out to the front of the jet.

Sierra stood in the dim light of the aircraft as she entered the main cabin area. Damien was in the same seat she'd left him in, but his head was leaned back against the soft back, his eyes closed as he gently breathed in and out.

She took a moment to glance over his softer features. He really was quite handsome, even more so without his eyes shooting sparks at her. He had a five-o-clock shadow shading his jaw, and the top two buttons were undone on his shirt, showing just a hint of the toned flesh beneath the stark white fabric.

She found herself wanting to reach out and run her finger across the opening, see if his skin felt as silky as it looked. Her eyes traveled down his body, the strong, wide shoulders, defined arms stretching the fabric of his shirt. She moved lower, past the flatness of his stomach to where his shirt was still tucked into his custom fitted slacks. He'd removed his belt, and like his shirt, the top button of his pants was undone. Her eyes were drawn to the button-hole, her fingers almost itching to reach out and tug on his zipper.

With a shake of her head, she pulled her gaze back up, and collided with his now open eyes.




 

 

"Have a good look? Would you like me to stand, maybe remove some clothes?" he mocked her sleepily, causing her face to turn scarlet. She had been ogling him, though, and deserved his snide remark.

"I just … uh, well, I thought I saw a bug," she said, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation of why she was looking at the juncture of his thighs.

"A bug?"

He could've been a gentleman and just let it go, but she was quickly learning that Damien Whitfield was the furthest thing from a gentleman.

"Yes, a bug," she said with more conviction. It may be a stupid lie, but it was hers, and she was going to own it.

"Take a seat. I'll have Amber bring out a menu," he said as he stood. She was rooted to the spot when he reached his arms above his head and stretched, his hands touching the ceiling of the jet, his shirt pulling tautly against his torso.

The man should be on magazine covers, not sitting behind a desk.

"Is there another bug … Sierra?" he whispered as he stepped closer.

It took a second for his words to compute in her brain. She didn't bother replying, just quickly scurried away and plopped down in a chair as far from his as possible.

It didn't help her nerves when she heard him chuckling as he walked away to his private bedroom.

The rest of the flight went surprisingly fast. Damien ate dinner with her, or at least she was assuming it was dinner. Her body was already turned upside down with traveling through so many different time zones. After their meal of delicious food, and ridiculously polite small-talk, he went back to work and she watched a couple movies.

She wouldn't have minded helping him, but she didn't want to start the whole "job" discussion again. That could wait until they were on solid ground.

As they began their descent, Sierra's eyes were glued to the window. She looked out, beaming with joy that it was daylight and the sky was clear. She had a perfect view of the famous Sydney Harbor. It was all she could do to stop herself from clapping with excitement. She didn't want her new boss to think her too much of a child.

They landed safely, allowing Sierra to breathe a huge sigh of relief, and before she knew it, they were stepping off the jet. A warm breeze blowing against her skin was a welcome and surprising relief. It was the beginning of December, freezing back home, but here it was warm, sunny, and just about perfect.

She hadn't thought about the season's being reversed. She was itching to explore the area, but she'd wait and take cues from Damien. She didn't know if they were going to immediately get to work or not.

"This way," Damien said, placing his hand on the small of her back, leading her to an awaiting limo. The man sure liked his long cars. She found it humorous, but managed to somehow keep her laughter to herself. 

They quickly traveled from the airport and she drank in as much of the bustling city as she could through the tinted windows of the large car. Too soon they were pulling up to a stunning hotel.

"Where are we?" she asked with awe. The seemingly endless building was stunning.

Her father was a wealthy man, wealthier than most, but she hadn't traveled the world with him, hadn't gotten to experience the same privileges her sister had. It was a real treat to visit Australia and stay in such a luxurious hotel.

"This is the Park Hyatt," he answered her matter-of-factly. He seemed slightly bored. Sierra couldn't imagine ever getting to a point in her life where coming to such a beautiful place would seem boring to her.