It's been a couple of days since Jodie's wedding, and things couldn't be more boring here.
As much as I loved Jasmine, spending time with her wasn't always an option and I couldn't even blame her as she had her baby to worry about.
"Your flight is leaving in an hour," my pilot says over my phone.
"Thank you. I'll be there in 45 minutes."
Later I leave my house, dragging my already packed suitcase behind me.
I didn't pack too much, just the bare essentials and a couple pairs of clothes. I was
going for 4 days but only 1 day was for business.
"Good afternoon, Miss Davis." My pilot tipped his hat forward.
"Good afternoon," I greet him back, sitting down on one of the seats in my jet.
"What's happening in Tokyo?" one of the flight attendants asks me, sitting down opposite me.
I tried to treat my staff as my friends as much as possible, especially when I would be spending a lot of time with them.
Family isn't really much of an option for me my mother's dead, and my dad's a deadbeat so the friendships in my life hold so much value to me.
"Mr Takahashi is holding some business meeting," I say. "And I'd rather go to Tokyo than have him come to New York."
She makes a little more small talk, mostly about how she's excited to spend a few days in Tokyo as she's coming back on the same flight as me.
She's Japanese herself. Therefore, I made sure she's my flight attendant on this trip so she would have a chance to see her family.
The plane rumbles awake, zooming down the smooth runway. My legs tingle as I feel the plane elevate and eventually start flying.
I lift the cover from the window, looking as the plane cut through the clouds.
"This is going to be a long flight. Het some sleep-it's going to be 9 a.m. in Tokyo when we land so you'll be ready for the day," my flight attendant advises me.
"You just don't want to work," I joke, and she laughs softly.
I realize she's probably right and decide to get some sleep, pushing the back seat back and laying down comfortably.
I take a quilt from under the chair, curling up as comfortably as I could and close my eyes.
My eyes open when the contact of the plane hitting the runway shakes me. I stretch out as much as I could and get on my feet, wiggling my toes inside my shoes.
I go into the bathroom of the plane, changing into more daytime clothes-a pair of blowy brown pants and matching loose cardigan with a white tank top under it. Splashing some water on my face, I wake myself up fully before exiting the plane.
I get into the car waiting for me. "Take me to the nearest airport from Takahashi Industries, please," I tell the driver.
For the majority of the drive, apart from me telling Mr Takahashi that I've arrived in Tokyo, I was mesmerized with the city view.
We land earlier than expected. It's 8:45 a.m., but the city is already awake.
The driver tells me we're getting close, so I call the hotel to confirm my reservation.
"I'm sorry there's no Amelia Davis on this list," the lady on the phone tells me.
"What? Are you sure? My assistant-" I stop talking right there.
Jodie's the one who usually books my hotels, and I must've completely forgotten.
"I'm sorry," I apologize and hang up the call.
I decide to go the hotel anyway, I'm sure they'll have a free room.
The car stops outside the hotel, and I pull my suitcase along after thanking and tipping the driver.
I walk up to the reception. "Do you guys have any spare rooms?" I ask. I really wasn't sure how to approach them, since I always made sure my rooms were booked in advance.
"Erm...let me check," the receptionist sys. "I'm not quite sure as we're really busy right now. Please take a seat in the waiting area." He points to the arrangement of chairs behind me.
After giving him my name, I go and sit down, admiring the artwork hung around the walls of the hotel.
"Miss Davis?"
"Mr King?" I look up to see Xavier standing next to the chair I was sitting on.
"You're here already?" he asks.
"I have a meeting with Mr Takahashi tomorrow morning," I inform him. He nods.
"Miss Davis." The receptionist walks up to me, stopping Xavier as he was about to say something. "Unfortunately, we are completely booked until tomorrow afternoon. We can't provide a room for you."
"What?" I accidentally let slip out. "Are you sure there aren't any rooms?" I ask uselessly.
He shakes his head. "Would you like us to take your luggage back to your car?" he asks. "We can offer-"
"There's no need." Xavier holds his hand out to stop the receptionist from speaking. "I have a room. She can stay in there."
"What?" I say looking at Xavier.
"Very well." The receptionist nods and leaves us alone.
"I'm not sharing a room with you," I state straight away.
What was he thinking? This was probably another one of his games.
"You're just as tempted as I am."
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Every time I saw him those words echoed in my head. I didn't want to do anything with
or for him that would feed his idea that I was tempted.
"Miss Davis, the next hotel isn't for another 45 minutes," he says.
"I don't care. There's no way that's happening." I cross my arms over my chest.
"Don't be difficult."
"I'm not being difficult. I have every reason not to," I huff.
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'm sure you can tolerate one night with me," he says,
a cheeky smirk on his face.
"Mr King," I warn.
"At least put your luggage in my room until you find a place to stay. You look helplessly sad dragging your stuff like a lost puppy."
My teeth grit, his tone told me his words we a mockery rather than a joke. "Fine."
I walk behind him, following him to his room. He takes the stairs, making me have to lift my suitcase up every step.
Suddenly he stops outside a room, but my brain doesn't register that he's stopped walking and I carry on, crashing into his back.
"Touching me already?" he asks. His back is facing me, but I know he has that godforsaken smirk on his face.
As soon as he opens the door a rush of cool air runs a shiver down my spine, probably from an open window.
The room was untouched, everything was exactly where it would be if the room was brand new.
A double bed was the main thing in the room, accompanied by a TV opposite it and a small coffee machine on the side table-the coffee pods and milk pots unused. The slight smell of Xavier's cologne lingered in the air, the only indication, apart from his suitcase standing in the corner of the room, that he was staying in this room. "Make yourself at home, I have some work to do, I'll probably be later tonight," he says, putting his key card back into his pocket and walking out of the room.
I look around the room to see there's a small couch and a bed.
"Goodnight," I said monotonously, trying not to look at his majestic abs, as I lay down on the couch in the bedroom.
"You're not sleeping on the couch," he demanded.
"Oh, and you are?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes," he said.
"Xavier, listen. You're like 8 feet tall, and I'm like 5 feet tall. You tell me who's better fit
for the couch?" I sat up.
"Yes, but you're the guest in my home," he replied.
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"I appreciate the kind gesture, but I'm okay." I smiled. I took one of the 20 blankets off the bed and a pillow and lay back on the couch.
"Your choice." He shrugged and lay down on the bed after turning off the lights.
I smile to myself, playing with the hem of my cardigan at the memories that the hotel
room brought back.
It was at Xavier's house, is arguing about who would sleep on the couch but we ultimately knew it was going to be me.
I sit down on the couch, pressing my hand into it to make sure it was at least comfortable.
I didn't have much to do that day, Xavier had left with the key card so I couldn't leave
the room since it wasn't even under my name that I could get staff to open it later.
I spend the day just going through some paperwork sprawled out on the floor and checking through social media.
The day dragged out but soon enough it was an appropriate time for me to fall asleep.
I take one of the pillows from the bed and my quilt from the plane which I ended up keeping in my bag.
The couch isn't especially comfortable, but I can't complain. I was in a much better situation than I expected to be.
Just as I'm about to fall asleep I hear the lock of the door click. Xavier's back.
"Good evening, Miss-" He stops.
His footsteps are initially loud but quickly soften to light pats on the wooden floor when he realists I'm 'asleep.'
I keep my eyes close. If I'm asleep, I don't have to speak to him. Besides, I have a meeting tomorrow.
I hear the suitcase unzip, guessing he's taking his clothes out his bag.
My eyes can't help but peek open, forcing them shut wasn't as easy as it seemed.
When I open my eyes, I almost shut them immediately again when I see Xavier
shirtless.
I open on eye slightly, watching him slip into black basketball shorts and throwing the suit he was wearing today into his bag.
I couldn't help but look at his carved body. His shorts sat low, under his belly button, showing his defined abs and prominent V-line.
He turns the main lights off after getting dressed, ending my free show of his body as
it was pitch black in the room now.
I hear the covers of the bed shuffle as he gets into it, I close my eyes now deciding to
get some actual sleep.
"Be a little more discreet next time Miss Davis," Xavier mumbles.
Shit, I wasn't as sneaky as I thought I was.