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“Thanks. Will you tell Jonathan we will be taking off as soon as we are buckled in?”
“Of course, sir.”
Sherrian forgot her nerves and tried not to goggle as they made their way into the main cabin. “Is this a plane or a five-star hotel?” She breathed, making a wide circle to take in everything.
“I like to be comfortable, whenever I am traveling.” He gestured to the wide comfortable seats, and she sat. Stretching her feet out, she leaned back and closed her eyes in delight.
“It’s as soft as butter.”
“The cabin is to the rear; in case you want to take a nap or feel the need to freshen up.”
“Or I could curl up on the sofa and nod off.”
“If you wish.” He watched in amusement as she turned her head around to stare.
“We have plenty of time for a tour as soon as we take off.”
“I’ll think about it.”
The takeoff was smooth and very soon the seatbelt light went off. As soon as it did, the flight attendant glided in with a tray.
“Just place it on the table, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sherrian noticed the hopeful look she gave him and waited until the woman had left before asking the question.
“Is she more than an attendant?”
He looked up from the papers he was taking out of his briefcase and frowned incomprehensively for a moment before his brows cleared. “I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with my employees.”
She lifted her brows at his cool tones and wondered if he was offended.
“I only asked because of the way she was looking at you. Like she was hoping I would suddenly take a header off the plane.”
“I am sure you are mistaken. You did not eat very much at the reception, you should try and do so now.” He rose, with the briefcase and papers in hand. “I will take this into the office, so I won’t disturb you.” Without waiting for her to respond, he walked to the rear of the plane and disappeared into a room.
“Well.” Huffing out a breath, she pulled the tray towards her and lifted the cover. The enticing scent of roast beef hit her nostrils and reminded her that she was starving.
She had been eating for a few minutes when she realized he was not coming back. Not sure what she should do, she sipped the excellent champagne and put the glass away.
Pushing off the sofa, she made her towards the rear and stood there just outside the door where she had seen him enter. Taking a deep breath, she knocked twice and pushed it open when he told her to come in.
He was seated behind a large desk and leaning back in the chair and wearing glasses.
He noticed her staring at the glasses and offered an explanation.
“Eye strain.”
“Oh.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of her dark blue dress pants and rocked back on her heels. “This is very nice. I take it that the blue and gold décor are the company’s colors?”
“They are, yes. Have you finished the meal?”
She nodded. “You were not hungry?”
“I ate my fill at your aunt’s.”
“I offended you with that question earlier.”