At 11:00 A.M. sharp, we had left the hotel. We were dropping the associates off at the airport. Colt suggested that we book them a taxi and let them go on from there, but I wasn’t having it. I needed to feel secure and sure that they were on the flight. I knew my imagination was getting to me, and the visuals I was being subjected to were far more exaggerated than what would’ve occurred during normal circumstances. I was imagining an army of seven bald headed goons chasing after my three innocent associates and ruining them, maybe even killing them. I shook my head, I zoned out again.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window of the car. The memories of last night came rushing back to me, especially when that skinny belly-dancer pulled Colt to his feet and started dancing in god knows what angles and it was basically a seduction. I was watching the man I was infatuated with get seduced by a charming and boldly beautiful “exotic dancer”. I sighed with frustration.
“So when are you coming back home to New York” Edward’s question pulled me out of my little moment.
“Tomorrow, late night” he nodded, deep in thought. I ignored the curiosity I had of asking why.
The airport was just how I remembered it, and will remember Dubai to be, grand and expensive. We shook their hands formally and Colt and I were back in the car before we knew it. I texted Lydia to make sure she tells me when they’ve passed security and are in the airplane. Till then, I couldn’t relax.
A hand on my knee sucked me out of my own thoughts “You were shaking your leg…violently“ He added with a measured smile. When I didn’t respond, like I usually would, he asked me what was wrong.
Let me tell you what is so wrong in this situation, I want to go back home, I’m missing my family for some strange reason. I’ve never felt so homesick and practically useless. I want to go into the blood Burj Khalifa and smack the living daylights out of the unfortunately handsome Hussain Al Muhammad, I want his father to know what his son does behind his back. But most of all, I want to run on into the airport and hijack a plane to get away from the dreadfully unlucky company and my very handsome boss who is currently making my blood pressure rise! “Nothing” I said, ignoring the tempest that was raging on inside.
“Women” Colt muttered bitterly. I wasn’t letting up, I didn’t feel like talking. I felt like if I indulged then I’d end up in tears, and there’s nothing more unattractive than a pathetic loser of a woman. I need to keep my dignity intact. I am a strong woman.
We only had one business arrangement today, which was at night, a dinner with the entire Al Muhammad family and then drinks with the father to discuss further business and the payment process. I was just setting out the files for the meeting at night, pulling them out of the briefcase when I realized that my period had started. That explained why I was being so hormonal and upset over small matters. On a good day that belly dancer would have never troubled me with her good looks and perfectly flat stomach and dyed hair that wasn’t boring a brown like mine. Colt had gone downstairs to buy some things from the souvenir shop for his family, which sounded weird to my ears. He cares for other people apart from himself!
I decided on wearing my pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. Feeling comfortable and fooling myself with the fact that the sweatshirt was my imaginary boyfriend’s I cuddled by myself on the couch, I turned on the T.V. and checked my phone for any updates.
I had a single friend request, John Sawyer. I think I might’ve giggled a little bit, his profile picture was quite the click. I flicked through the channels impatiently and finally settled on ‘Star World’. The Big Bang Theory played in the background as I accepted Sawyers friend request.
I was immediately greeted with a message of delight.
John: Hey Holly, I was wondering when you’d finally accept :D.
Me: I have a very busy schedule you know? I don’t have time to accept your friend requests.
I meant it as a joke but as I sent it I realized that it did have some truth in it.
John: you really know how to shoot a man’s ego, huh?
Me: Oh I swear I didn’t mean to.
John: We should meet up tonight, what do you think?
Me: I would if I could. I’m in Dubai.
John: What are you doing there?
Me: Business trip : (
John: Oh with that Colten Parker guy?
Me: It’s just Colt.
I’m his secretary. Where he goes, I go.
John: Same thing.
Me: I’ll talk to you later. Have to get back to work.
John: Give me your number. Facebook isn’t that great compared to WhatsApp.
Me: No denying that.
Of course I lied to him, I was too busy snuggling on the couch and watching Sheldon baffling people with his logic. I sent him my digits and left the conversation. It angered me when I got a WhatsApp message from him saying ‘hey, what’s up?’ when I just ended our earlier conversation. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I focused my attention on the TV screen.
Penny was eating the most beautiful chocolate crepe I had every set my eyes on, and suddenly, I was craving some good old chocolate. I was on the phone with room service when Colt walked in, five heavy looking bags in his hand. I finished ordering a plate of crepes with a milk chocolate sauce and strawberries when he set his bags down and sat beside me on the couch.
“You look comfortable”
“I am” I smile sheepishly, ignoring the cramps in my stomach.
“You sound tired” he noted.
“I’m kind of sick” I looked at him embarrassedly.
“Oh, shit. Let’s take you to the hotel doctors” He was already up on his feet.
“No-“ I pulled him back down, obviously I wasn’t strong enough to make him land on the couch, but I pretended like that wasn’t my initial plan “You have sisters” I said awkwardly, he cocked his eyebrow upwards.
“So?”
“So!” I tried to explain it using my hands and no words, but he just wouldn’t understand. “Imnierod” I mumbled through the sentence in lightning speed.
“Wh-What?” He sounded genuinely confused. I wanted to yell at him, and ask him if he was deaf, but I stopped myself.
“I” I could feel my face heating up “am on my ‘eord” I jumbled the last word. I didn’t want to tell my boss.
His face turned red in realization and it was worth the embarrassment to see his reaction. I must’ve looked satisfied. “I have the perfect thing for you” he smiled, and from the inside of his coat pocket, he pulled out a Hershey’s chocolate bar. I stared at it for an elongated moment.
“Cookies and Cream?” I said, my mouth watering, he nodded teasingly “All for me?” I made sure.
“You have to give me a bite” he warned. I nodded as innocently as I could. I reached out for the large chocolate bar in his hand but he pulled his hand away from me, I let out a whine. “I want a kiss first” he looked at me challengingly.
“You’re kidding” I didn’t move away, I could feel his body heat. I wanted to pull away to see his face.
“I’m serious” he said with assurance, which scared me. Of course I wanted to kiss him, and by getting a chocolate bar out of it, it was the bonus, the cherry on top of the cake, the chocolate sauce on my ice cream. I puckered my lips, he didn’t believe I could do it, I was going to prove him wrong, even though that wasn’t my only motivation.
We were moving very slowly towards each other, with my eyes closed, the darkness around me tingled in anticipation. I could feel his breath fan over my lips and I knew that if I wanted to lick my dry lips and this point – something I really wanted to do – then my tongue would graze his lips. I took in a shaky breath, and our lips touched. A bell that felt too loud for the moments snapped us back and suddenly I was on the other end of the couch. Far away from my boss.
“Room service!” The voice yelled from behind the door. I got up on an unstable pair of legs and walked towards the door quickly. The man was in titanium whites and he walked through the door setting the plate of crepes on the table. I thanked him in a small voice, and tried to distract myself from Colt’s stare. I walked into the toilet and washed my hands and my face, which felt like it was being set on fire with all my hormones going wild. I turned and bumped into what could’ve been a wall, but it was Colt. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I was pressed up against his chest, my hands automatically flew to his chest, feeling his radiating warmth and trying to stable myself, the position was almost familiar.
“What are you doing?” It was like Déjà vu. His breathing was erratic and I tried to ignore the bulge that was pressing into my thigh.
“Shut up” he said, and I wanted to keep quiet and enjoy this moment, but my nerves were affecting my filter and I couldn’t stop.
“Bu-“ before I could continue his head dipped down and our lips met. They were surprisingly soft and plump. He swallowed my unintentional moan of satisfaction. I would’ve pressed myself into him some more if it were possible. His tongue slipped into my mouth and he grunted as lifted my leg up, accidentally stroking his length, my eyes widened in realization. I felt a flat, small and cold thing press into my belly. He broke the kiss, panting, and it took me a solid moment to figure out that the object was my newly acclaimed chocolate.
My fingers hovered over my lips and I looked away from the chocolate, trying to cover my smile. Colt’s hand pulled mine away and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Thank you” He sighed. And I wanted to say it back, except I couldn’t. I was in cloud 9, however after the kiss, I should be in hell. I smiled again, even if he hadn’t bargained using the chocolate, I would’ve still kissed him.
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