CHAPTER 41

'Your wine," the air hostess interrupted while glaring daggers at me. 'Good afternoon Mr. Hollen and Miss. Blackman. This is your flight captain speaking. Please prepare for takeoff to your destination in five minutes." He buckled up and began sipping on his wine with his hand wrenched to mine. 8 Hours Later We had arrived to the Bahamas and checked into a hotel owned and developed by his sister, so our stay there was cash free with a royalty treatment. It was already dark out but Evan and I decided to take a walk down the beach which was very close to the hotel. The moonlight lit the ocean and the small waves crashed on the shoreline in its accordance. The wind blew through my hair, raising it and tangling Evan's face as he attempted to kiss me. 'This is beautiful," I said, taking in the atmosphere of a Caribbean Island. 'Yeah, and it's always like this," he said softly in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his hard chest. His manly scent was distributed around by the wind, manipulating me on losing myself in his embrace. 'Want to go back to the hotel? Are you cold?" he asked, pulling away slightly and unintentionally ruining the moment I was having to myself. I nodded yes. It was beginning to get cold as his body heat was no longer my comfort. He wrapped an arm around my neck and we walked back to the hotel together. I stepped out the shower after a warm bath, wishing we were sharing the same room so I could be wrapped up in his arms again. I towelled off my skin and changed into a skimpy two piece night-wear. Afterwards, I ordered room service and sat down on my bed, looking at television. My phone buzzed. 1 New Message Sender: Mr. Hollen ′Sleeping?′ Me: No Mr. Hollen - Do ya' wanna come over? His room was adjoined with mine. He wanted to respect my privacy so he booked separate rooms. Me: It's usually the men that come to the women and not the other way around. Mr. Hollen - is that so? Me: That is so. He didn't respond I was not about to prolong the conversation nor go over to his room as much as I wanted to. A knock came on the door. It was the server with my food. *Or so I thought. I opened the door and in walked my boss. He was wearing a black vest and a white knee length pants. His hair was wet from his bath but slicked back neatly, and my fingers were screaming to rake through it. He roamed my room like a health inspector, stealing glances at me as I looked at him in bewilderment. 'You like your room?" he finally spoke up. 'Yes," I answered, folding my arms over my chest. Another knock came on the door. This time, it was the food I had ordered. After settling in an arm chair in the bedroom to eat, he sat on the bed looking at me with a smirk on his face. 'You have to taste this," I said, gently feeding him a spoonful of diced lobster. 'Delicious. But not as delicious as you." He removed the plate from my hands, set it down on a near-by night stand and pulled me into him. He attacked my neck with his lips immediately, sending me into an overdrive passion. My fingers went through his pitch black hair as a moan came from my throat when his mouth travelled to my exposing cleavage. My nightwear gave him easy access to my body parts and he seemed to be at ease as his hands travelled all over me. 'I want you so badly," I found myself saying. Horny and wet and craving for him. I hadn't had a man in four years. 'I don't want to just have sex with you Jasmine. I want us to become something more and something serious." 'Well we are something more and something serious. We're just discreet and getting to know each other slowly," my horny self talked. ‘I'll be damn if I don't get any of his goodness tonight.' 'Jasmine! Jasmine!" he called, stopping me as I attempted to take his manhood into my hands. 'What?" I answered, sounding annoyed. 'Why I have the feeling that you're not listening to me?" he asked. 'Because..." I said before pausing. 'Listen, I know I'm falling for you so I don't want this to be ′another sex fling'..." he explained. 'Well it wouldn't be!" I protested. 'I'm not finish. I'm not going to pretend that I don't want to have sex with you, because I do, you're so fucking beautiful but this hasn't excelled to the stage I'll like it to be for us. I haven't made you my girlfriend as yet and it will feel wrong to have sex with you without making you mine. I don't want you to be like the one night stands I've had in the past and....." 'Well just make me your damn girlfriend and make it official!" It wasn't me speaking but the horny little monster inside me. 'Jasmine," he began again. 'Then leave!" I said back to him. 'You're going to throw me out before hearing what I have to say?" 'Yes!" 'You need to stop and just listen!"