Chapter 5 CHAPTER
JULIANA'S POINT OF VIEW
I mumble, "Keep it in your pants," seeing he raises an eyebrow.
Why am I weak around guys that do that? And why must he be so wonderfully ugly? Not that it has any bearing. He is my guardian in body. And I am interested as well. But looking is not cheating, either.
"Jealousy doesn't fit you," he says, hardly looking at me.
"Rude much??" Slips come out before I can stop them. Angry at myself, I roll my eyes.
Simon fixes me then, his eyes straying from mine to my lips, down my body. I am aware of his interest. And, as much as I detest to say it, so am I. But it's just physical. It has to be. The little time I have spent with him has sufficient evidence to prove his haughtiness as natural.
We both go back to our laptops as soon as the seat belt sign switches off. I concentrate on the difficult chore of arranging the event seating scheme. I have to Google half these people since I know nothing about them and want to find out who should be kept apart and who should sit together.
I feel Simon staring at me every so often, but I refuse to satisfy his need to know I see.
He then stands and heads for the hostess section. Possibly grabbing a drink. Would have been great if he had asked whether I wanted anything. I shake my head and try to concentrate on my work, but my head wanders.
Why is he so slow?
And then it comes to me.
Nothing at all.
I pass the hostess area by pushing my chair back toward the bathroom. And there she is, lips to his neck seated on his lap.
Her hands wander over his chest, his shirt is unbuttoned, and tattoos are clearly visible.
I cough and clear my voice.
"I'm not paying you to play about with my bodyguard."
Rising off his lap, the girl straightens her skirt and runs fingers through her hair. Simon hardly reacts, which irritates me even more.
I... The hostess stammers, buttoning her blouse, apologies Miss.
And you? I cross arms and turn to Simon.
"Yeah?" He stands slowly tucking his shirt into his pants and buttoning it.
"Could you perhaps not get involved with my staff?"
He grinned. Regardless of what you say, princess. He winks at the hostess then pushes past me.
I inhaled angrily and rushed back to my cabin, slamming the door.
Why does he irritate me so much?
My fiancé is here. a man loving me. I never have been dishonest, and I am not about to start right now. Should my father learn, he would kill both of us.
I laugh at that ridiculous idea. Simon's father picking on him? That is what would be something.
Simon is entirely muscular, pure strength. My father, well, he is simply my father.
I enter the bathroom and blast cold water on my face. The plane jerks violently the moment I leave.
One finds dings on the seat belt sign. I reach for support from the wall.
Kindly go back to your seats, Miss Hartmann and Mr. Linden. Severe turbulence is what the pilot reports.
"Fantastic," I say, clutching the walls as I search for my seat. The plane shakes still another jolt, and I fall.
I slink straight across Simon's lap.
Perfect justly.
My arms hang to his neck while his hands naturally grab my waist, securing me.
He smells wonderful. Too good. His hazel eyes fix on me, shiver down my spine.
"Thanks," I whisper, my eyes dart to his lips.
"Anytime, princess.."
Point of view of SIMON Linden
Juliana sitting across from me smells like heaven, looks like trouble, and makes it difficult for me to concentrate. Every now and again my eyes stray from my laptop to hers. Concentrating makes her bite her lip. She crosses her legs, foot tapping against the table.
She is not even sure how gorgeous she is. No idea what kind of impact she has on guys.
I walk away pushing back my chair. I need cool water on my face. Besides coffee. Numerous it is.
Her look is blazing into my back as I make my way to the hostess area.
The hostess probes, "Can I get you anything?"
"Black coffee." I pass her in the direction of the bathroom.
Leaning on the sink, I gaze back.
"Get it together," I say, splashing icy water on my face.
I dry off and walk out almost running across the hostess.
I say, trying to past her, "sorry."
She not moves.
Are you sure you need nothing else? She steps in closer and purrs.
I'm good.
She teases, "I could help you relax," and puts a hand on my chest.
Turn it over like a screw.
She undoes my shirt as I pull her onto my lap and my hands slide up her thighs. I hold her waist, slanted her head back, and kissed her neck.
A throat clears at that point.
"I am not paying you to tempt my bodyguard." Juliana's voice pierres through the moment.
The hostess adjusts her clothing and scumbles off my lap. Juliana is adamant, her arms crossed and lips tightly pressed in a thin line. She is annoyed. possibly even envious.
"I: Miss, I apologies; the hostess mumbles.
Juliana's keen eye darts to me.
Hey? I fastened my shirt and asked.
Could you not combine business with pleasure?
She is enraged. That much is rather clear.
"Whatever you say, princess," I say, winking at the hostess then back to my seat.
Turbulence shakes the plane minutes later. I buckle up and turn to watch Juliana try to walk. She just keeps herself upright as she grips the walls.
The pilot calls, "Miss Hartmann and Mr. Linden, kindly go back to your seats."
The aircraft shocks. tough.
She stumbles and trips.
directly on my lap.
I grab her steadily, acting automatically. Her arms hingle around my neck. Breath hitching. My hand discovers her thigh, strong yet delicate.
She looks at me with slightly parted lips.
"Thanks," she says in a whisper.
She starts to bite her lip.
I increase my hold.
"Anytime, princess.".
And then I violate every guideline.
I plant a kiss on her.