In economy class on a commercial airline, everyone is crammed in and there isn’t a lot of extra space. Somewhat sarcastically, I say that if a large man farts, the person sitting next to him will feel the breeze because everyone is so crammed in. No matter how much fatter our country gets, the number of seats keep getting smaller.
In his plane, there is no noise or annoying kids to get in the way. I remember little ‘Jason’ who was a passenger on a plane when I was a kid. He was a little difficult, to say the least. Let me take a moment and describe what he was like.
Jason would walk around with chocolate on his hand and put it on your trousers. He would cough, burp, and sneeze. When he was upset about something, he would burst into tears and start loudly crying. He hated his airline snack and he made that clear. He did that for all two thousand miles of the trip.
With Tyler’s plane, we didn’t have to worry about that. There was just a small handful of us. We kept each other entertained. We didn’t have to wait to use the bathroom. We didn’t have to wait for everyone else to get off the plane.
Oh, and the food was amazing. Never in my life did I think I would be able to have a rib eye steak on an airplane. In the past, I usually got just a package of peanuts and a soft drink. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even get that.
The plane looked beautiful, too. The inside had a thick, light red carpet. It had the odor of an oceanic breeze – it smelled clean and tasteful. There was even a jack for tablets and portable devices. Naturally, there was also a sound system where we could listen to our music.
That was our airplane ride out to where we would be staying – which was a penthouse on the Strip. When I was younger, I always thought of penthouses as an old wives tale. They were fake. They were dreamy. They were just too cool to exist.
God help me, because I was very wrong. This place (and the grounds) had everything in it. It was like a paradise that existed in a city of premier entertainment. I’ll list just some of the things that I had. (I bet it had many more, but these were just the things I noticed).
First, there were sports games that we could play. They had a putting green for golfers, a tennis court, volleyball court, and two swimming pools. I also found out by asking someone there that they were in the middle of constructing a basketball court.
Then there was the entertainment. They had a bar that ran late into the night. They had hammocks, portable grills, lounges, sunrooms, an entertainment center, and even a place that held horses that could be ridden.
Tyler kept his word and reminded me that he wouldn’t try to sleep with me. He gave me my own separate room, which I liked. The room had a king sized bed, Egyptian cotton sheets, a TV, and it’s own bathroom. I felt like a queen. I was so glad I didn’t thumb my nose at him and walk in the other direction when he proposed this to me.
On top of that, this little trip would net me with a major contract for my company. I just couldn’t believe it. It seemed almost too good to be true. I know that things this great don’t just happen by accident.
On that note, I wondered about the ‘details’ that he refused to share with me. What was he hiding? What did he really want? Would he eventually tell me on his own, or would I have to ask him?
There was another funny quirk, too. When I was on the plane and flying over to his penthouse, he asked me questions about myself. He started by asking me where I was from. I didn’t reveal much, but I did tell him that I was from Texas.
And that’s something that almost made me feel hypocritical. He wanted to know more about me, and I refused to give him much info. In turn, I wanted to know what exactly was going on, and I wanted details. Okay, I’ll admit that’s not a fair position to take, but I’m a lot more nervous and shy than he is.
We had one night we were going to spend together at dinner before we would put ourselves into the business world in Vegas. It wasn’t a date. He made that clear, and it made me feel better. I didn’t want to date him. Or, did I want to date him?
We went to a candlelight dinner bordering a beautiful desert in the background. I liked how the wild colors of the sun contrasted with the country landscape in the background. They say that a sunrise in the desert is amazing. Well, I beg to differ. I think the sunset is where the real magic is.
We had a lovely meal – it was chicken marsala that was cooked in a red wine that was well-aged. On the side were sticks of asparagus and mashed potatoes.
The potatoes were the best that I have ever had in my life. I later tracked down one of the chefs and asked how the potatoes were made.
I was informed that they take just one type of potato – the Idaho Russet, and then leave just a few shreds of skin in the potato. Then, they blend in butter, cream cheese, and add many seasonings such as rosemary, garlic, salt, and pepper.
In other words, the potatoes were just barely potatoes, but boy they were good. In fact, I think it would be safe to say that I liked them more than the actual marsala. The appetizing chef salad was great, as was the cheesecake desert.
While we were eating, I wanted to talk to Tyler a little bit. Call it prying, call it snooping, or call it whatever. I knew nothing about the guy who was putting me in a world of luxury and prestige. Whatever this guy did, he made tons of money and was successful. Thus, that’s where I directed my first question. “So, Tyler? I was wondering if you could tell me about your work.”
He muttered out a one-word, annoying response “eh.”
Well, okay then. Maybe I should just keep it a little more general. He might just be the type of person who hates his work. God knows, I’ve fallen into that category many times. So, I kept it broad and open for him. “That’s okay. We don’t have to talk about your work. I guess I just feel like I don’t know anything about you. Can you tell me about yourself?”
He dropped his fork and it clanged onto his plate. He looked angrily over at me and pushed out a blunt response. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
So, I was able to confirm that the guy was still an asshole. Maybe that’s why he didn’t have a ring on his finger. Although, I didn’t have one on my finger either.
In my estimation, he was both arrogant and rude. There was another piece that was weird too. I refuse to come out and say it, but I think I was starting to develop a crush on him. Call me crazy, but I felt a little spark of attraction.
He had lips that weren’t plump and delicious, but also weren’t lean and nutritious. They were just right. I wanted to kiss them and hold him tightly. He had a macho look that I just love, too.
I wasn’t ready to jump into a new relationship yet. Not hardly. I just had a fairly messy breakup with my ex, and wasn’t going to rush into anything. If the right man came along, I would nab him and marry him. Was Tyler that guy? It was too early to tell, but the spark was there.
Chapter 9 - Tyler
I was getting ready to go to bed, and I knew I had a problem. Although, knowing about a problem, and caring about a problem, are two different things. I had the former. There was a problem that was brewing, but I didn’t care about it.
The penthouse only has one bed in it. Naturally, that wouldn’t normally be an issue for me. Since I’m single I normally wouldn’t have to think about it. Well, I guess I would have a lot of women that came over and slept with me, but they were my sex toys. What kind of woman would screw my brains out but then have a hard time sharing a bed with me? It just doesn’t happen that often.
The arrangement I had with Maya was a little different. I made a promise not to have sex with her. I sometimes regret making that promise, but I don’t go back on my word. That complicated things with my penthouse. I knew if that she was going to share the same bed with me, then it might be a problem.
After all, we wouldn’t have sex together. Technically speaking, we weren’t even a couple. It was all a game of pretend and play. Sharing a bed with someone that holds no relationship – let alone someone that is barely known – is not easy for a woman.
I had no idea how Maya would react. Up
until now, I didn’t know exactly what kind of person Maya would be.
I quickly found out when we had our problem with the bed. She was modest and old-fashioned. She wouldn’t just jump into the sack with me because she needed a place to sleep. I guess to some extent I can understand that.
Despite all her nosiness and wandering around, she didn’t notice there was only one bed until now. Two things happened. First, I started to get undressed – because I usually either sleep in the nude, or with few clothes on. Second, she pointedly told me that I had to sleep on the couch. “Um, you need to sleep on the couch. I’m not comfortable sharing the bed with you” she said as she shielded her eyes with her pretty hand.
The absolute nerve of this bitch was incredible to me. She wanted me to sleep on the couch? Who flew her out to this paradise free of charge? Whose penthouse was it? I squinted my eyes at her because I just couldn’t believe it. I flung my clothes angrily on the plush floor and crossed my arms. “I’m not sleeping on the couch. This is my penthouse. What the hell gives you the nerve to demand that I abandon my own bed to go sleep on the couch?”
“You can either sleep on the couch, or I’ll find a hotel, because I don’t trust you” she said with a strong, and shrieking voice. She pointed her cute and nimble index finger at me while her face got a little blushed.
Actually, I think it was kind of hot that she was standing her ground and challenging me. I usually have a really big ego and I steamroll any woman that gives me a hard time. She was giving me a hard time, and had a backbone of steel.
Not only was it very attractive that she was being a bitch and standing up to me, but she was also beautiful. Her skin was soft, her nails were manicured, and she smelled nice. She had hot legs and her eyes were just amazing. To top it off, she had a really nice ass that was easily popping out, given her choice of clothes.
I decided to fight back and challenge her. After all, I wasn’t asking her to sleep with me or do anything perverted. I wanted to sleep, and I meant it. I had a long and tiring day, and didn’t want to sleep on a couch. I wanted a real bed, where I could stretch out and have comfy sheets. “Now, I told you form the very beginning that there would be no sex involved. I’m keeping my word. There is no sex here, but I never promised to sleep on a couch – all to make you more comfortable.”
She fired back with a raised voice. “Well, how was I supposed to know that we would have to share one bed? You conveniently didn’t mention that when we set our agreement to pretend to be a couple. You need to take lessons on disclosure.”
I couldn’t believe it, but I was starting to get attracted to her. Disclosure? Yeah, I wanted some disclosure. I wanted her to disclose her naked body to me. That would be a damn good disclosure. Although, I knew that would be harder than trying to nail Jello to a wall. If she wouldn’t even share the same bed with me, how could I expect her to get naked for me? “Here’s an idea. How about you – the woman who is being treated with this trip to this wonderful place – take the couch instead of me?”
We went back and forth for fifteen minutes. God, she’s a hard ass with some fight in her. Actually, I started to get a little hard downstairs, but she never said anything about it. She might have been too busy yelling at me. I really don’t know.
She wouldn’t give, and I wouldn’t give. I knew that we had to reach an agreement because I wanted to get to sleep. I started to bend just a little. Women usually can’t force me into a compromise, but this woman could. I loved it.
Compromise. Okay, I would give it a try. Honestly, it’s something I hardly ever do, so I didn’t know where or how to begin with it. I made one rule of thumb – give up very little and make it look like a big sacrifice. Then, I could bargain more if I had to. “Alright, I’ll compromise. I will wear my boxers to bed instead of being completely naked.”
I finally won because she huffed and then sat on the bed. Or, did she win? Maybe it was a draw? To be candid, I actually don’t think it was a draw. In a way, she won the fight. She won a fight with me? Wow. What a woman!
She won the fight because she stood up to me, and held her ground without surrender. She refused to sleep on the couch. She refused to sleep with a naked man. She refused to do all that, even though I paid her way to paradise. Now, that takes some guts.
Okay, so she won. That made her extra-hot, but I decided to tease her just to be an ass. So, what I did do? I walked over to my dresser, which is right near where she was seated. I pretended to look for ‘lost’ boxers that I couldn’t find.
I eventually ‘found’ them, and slid them on. I also moaned softly and wiggled myself a bit after I put them on. They fit nicely, but she didn’t need to know that. She just had to be teased and aroused. That’s all I wanted.
I did just a few more things before I actually got into the bed. I pretended that I was scratching, and itched a spot right near my abs. My abs are hard and rippled, so I knew that would attract her. I also walked closely along the edge of the bed – just so she could see my ass.
Women often have a way of communicating with their looks and eyes. Often times, they do not even say a word and we know that they are speaking. That’s what she was doing with her face. I could see it. But just because I know she is talking or thinking, doesn’t mean that I know what she is saying. In Maya’s case, it wasn’t exactly clear what she was thinking or what she wanted.
She didn’t verbalize anything, but her face was shouting something. I made sure that I had a nice look at it before I went to bed. There were a couple of things that I noticed that showed that she had a response.
First, her face got blushed. That could have meant a few different things. It might have gotten blushed because she found my naked presence to be embarrassing or hard to watch. Or, she might have blushed because she liked what she saw.
I’ve noticed with her that she doesn’t blush very often. So, I knew it couldn’t just be a coincidence. Besides, people don’t just blush at random. On past occasions, I noticed she was blushing when she was emotional about something.
That meant that she had some emotions here, but what were they? I closed my eyes and started to doze off. I want her – really bad, but I’m not going to say or hint anything unless she either tells me that she wants me, or gives very strong signals about that.
Chapter 10 - Maya
I woke up and yet out a big yawn. The bed was really comfortable, and I was glad I ended up sleeping there, instead of the couch. That meant that the fight was worth it. The couch looked comfortable, but I knew that it didn’t compare to the bed.
I rose up and sat on the edge of the bed as I stared at my toes. The red polish was starting to chip off, so I looked at my fingernails which were even worse. I raked my full hand through my hair and brushed it aside.
My hair was probably a mess, but I didn’t bother to go look in the mirror. My stomach was growling, so I went into the kitchen. This wasn’t just an ordinary kitchen. Even the kitchen in this place looked like a palace.
It had thick countertops that were made out of marble – and the marble was shiny. The refrigerator was stainless steel, and the kitchen was nice and clean. The floors were some sort of ceramic tile, and the backsplash to the stove was also ceramic.
All of the countertops had lights that were above them, and when I turned one on, I noticed that it lit up the place really nice. It was a pretty kitchen. I had dreams of having a kitchen like this in my home.
In Tyler’s case, he had such a nice kitchen in a vacation home. I only wondered what the kitchen looked like in the home that he actually lived in. That one probably had panels of true gold, and perhaps even a butler.
I opened a few of the cabinets, and everything was well-stocked. There was a little bit of everything – pancake mix, cereal, and of course, there was lunch and dinner stuff, too. I was surprised for just a moment – until I thought about the beautiful kitchen. If Tyler could afford such a nice kitchen in a vacation home, then why was I surprised that he would have it fully stocked?
I was a little too tired to cook, so I settled on cereal – Honey Bunches of Oats. That’s been one of my favorites since I was a kid, so I was glad that he had it. I knew that it would hit the spot, and perhaps give me some energy.
I pulled open the large and clean refrigerator and found the milk. I gingerly stepped with my bare feet (the floor was cold) and went over to my seat. I poured in the milk and started humming to myself. Just as I was getting ready to chomp, I found a long note from him.
Maya – Thank you for joining me for this trip. I hope that you were able to sleep well and have pleasant dreams. I wanted to leave this note to let you know that I made an appointment for you. Do you remember the conversation that we had about the personal shopper? Anyway, I booked you an appointment with that person for 2 p.m. I’ll be at work so I probably won’t be able to answer the phone, but leave me a message if you need to speak to me. ~ Tyler
I stared at the letter for a few more seconds and then pushed it aside. Tyler actually wrote me a letter that was polite, and he told me to call if I needed him. That was a little more polite than he usually was. I wanted to know his motives and why he was acting that way.
Did he like me like I like him? I went back and forth and couldn’t figure it out. I was confused. If he liked me, he probably wouldn’t have spent fifteen minutes arguing with me about where the two of us should sleep. In contrast, why would he suddenly be so nice when he didn’t have to be that way?
I thought about it a little more as I started taking a couple of bites from my cereal. Actually, I thought about him and his physical appearance. I loved his abs and butt. They looked sexy. I also liked his personality – to some degree. I didn’t like it when we fought about something, but I loved his assertive and confident side.
While I was eating, I was going back and forth about what I should do, and how much effort I should spend on the day. I had two conflicting points of view, so I knew I had to decide.
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