Business With Lust

Chapter 16

Diana's POV

My god this is so awkward.

We're on the private jet, we have been for nearly two hours now. And so far, we've sat in silence.

I don't exactly want to talk to him now. I'm still embarrassed from yesterday. But the silence is so awkward I wish it would end.

"Diana" Alexander suddenly says.

I take it back. The silence is better.

"So you're going to stay silent the whole time?" Alexander asks, and I quickly flicker my eyes to him for a second and see him staring at me.

"I'm listening to music" I tell him, despite the fact it's clear I have no earplugs or headphones on.

Alexander chuckles, and I glance at him again and see him looking amused. I must be very entertaining since I always seem to amuse him.

"Well, can you pause the song so I can talk to you?" He asks, and I sigh while turning to him.

Alexander is sitting very casually on his chair. He's sitting with both his legs hung over the arm of the chair, and he's holding a travel coffee cup that is covered in purple and pink glitter. 

"Yes?" I mumble. "I'd like to propose a deal," He tells me, and I look at him confused.

"What deal?" I ask, and he smiles. "Everything that happened in Georgia stays in Georgia," He tells me, surprising me.

"You mean-" "I mean the dream you had where I fucked you and made you orgasm in your sleep" He shrugs, and I blush at how blunt he was.

He smirks at me, before taking a sip of his coffee. He cringes a bit, and I wonder how hot his coffee is.

"All that will be forgotten. Never talked about again. Deal?" He asks, and I look at him confused. "It's not a deal unless you get something in return. What do you want?" I ask, and he chuckles.

He thinks for a second before he sighs. "Call me Alexander. Mr Hendrix is my dad and I don't want to be anything like him. And you won't call me sir since..well, you know why" He chuckles and I blush. What's his obsession with teasing me?

"You-You don't like your dad?" I clear my throat, trying to change the subject.

Alexander suddenly takes big gulps of his coffee, before coughing a bit. 

"Yeah, no. Still not drunk enough to go down that road" He laughs, and I look at him confused. "Drunk enough? You mean you're already drunk?" I ask.

"I wouldn't say drunk. Just..relaxed" He shrugs. "That's not coffee is it?" I realise, and he shakes his head while grinning. "Don't tell my nieces" He says, and I let out a breathless laugh. "They made you that cup didn't they?" I smile.

"No I just love purple and pink glitter" He sighs, before breaking out laughing.

This time I'm the one who's amused as I watch him laughing in his seat.

"How much have you drank?" I ask, and he shrugs. "Well this is straight-up vodka..and I've refilled it twice so far so not that much" He tells me, and I roll my eyes playfully.

I stand up and grab the coffee cup from his hand. "I think that's enough for you" I chuckle while putting the cup away.

"You're not my mother. You can't do that" He frowns, and I bite back a smile.

"You know you were doing very well hiding you were drunk," I tell him and he snorts. "That's because of my mother," He tells me.

"And why are you getting drunk at.. 2 pm on a Saturday afternoon?" I ask while checking the time on my phone.