Page 49 of Johan. (Van Den Bosch #8)
Hannah
I step off the plane at Zurich Airport, the crisp winter air hitting my face as I make my way through the terminal.
A chauffeur is waiting for me, holding a sign with my name on it.
His presence is reassuring, a sign that everything is going according to plan.
He greets me with a polite nod and takes my luggage, leading me to a sleek black car parked just outside.
As we begin the drive to St. Moritz, the initial landscape is a blur of highways and industrial areas, typical of any major city’s outskirts.
The hum of the car and the steady rhythm of the passing scenery provide a moment of calm, but my mind is already racing ahead.
My thoughts wander to Johan; it’s been too long since we've seen each other, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
The landscape begins to change dramatically as we approach the Alps.
The rolling fields give way to towering, snow-covered peaks that rise majestically against the clear blue sky.
The mountains glisten in the sunlight, creating a breathtaking winter wonderland.
The car’s heater hums softly, keeping the chill at bay, but I can still feel the crispness of the air through the windows.
Frozen lakes shimmer in the distance, and the entire scene looks like something out of a postcard.
The drive feels both endless and too short.
When we finally arrive in St. Moritz, the car pulls up in front of Badrutt’s Palace Hotel.
It looks like something out of a fairy tale, its grand facade adorned with twinkling lights and surrounded by the pristine white of the snow.
The ski slopes are right in front, where skiers glide gracefully down the trails.
Stepping out, the air is crisp and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and snow.
I text Johan to let him know I’ve arrived.
Go straight to room 505 , he replies almost instantly.
I follow his instructions, stepping into the opulent lobby of the hotel.
The warmth inside contrasts pleasantly with the cold outside, and I take a moment to absorb the grandeur around me.
High ceilings, grand chandeliers, and rich wood accents create an atmosphere of elegance and comfort.
The receptionist gives me a friendly smile as I walk towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Each floor we ascend seems to heighten my excitement and nerves.
When I reach the fifth floor, I pause for a moment to collect myself before knocking gently on the door of room 505.
The door opens almost immediately, and there stands Johan, his familiar blue eyes lighting up as he sees me.
Without a word, he pulls me into a tight embrace, his lips finding mine in a kiss that makes my heart race.
“I missed you so much,” he murmurs against my lips as he leads me into the room, his voice filled with genuine emotion.
My eyes wander as I take in my surroundings.
The suite is stunning, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the snowy mountains.
A bottle of champagne sits in a bucket of ice on the coffee table, two flutes beside it.
The decor is elegant yet cozy, with plush furnishings and a roaring fireplace adding to the ambiance.
The warmth from the fire and the scent of burning wood fill the room, making it feel like a haven.
I take off my coat and drape it over an armchair, Johan’s eyes darkening with desire.
“I missed you too,” I say softly, my voice trembling slightly. The reality of being here with him, after all the planning and waiting, is almost overwhelming.
He steps closer, his hands sliding under my beige turtleneck to pull it over my head. His breath catches when he sees the red lace bra I’m wearing. “You wore it,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
I nod, unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor to reveal the matching lace panties. I turn around, showing him the little red bow between my buttocks.
“God, you’re so damn hot,” Johan growls, grabbing my ass and squeezing my buttocks, pressing me into him. The intensity of his touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel his arousal through his clothes, which only heightens my own desire.
Johan pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly takes off his sweater, revealing his broad chest and defined abs.
His skin is warm and smooth, and I can't help but run my hands over his muscles, feeling the strength beneath.
I help him remove his pants, our movements becoming more urgent and frantic.
I let out small gasps as he kisses me again, his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve with a mix of tenderness and urgency. The passion and longing between us are undeniable, and I revel in the feeling of being so close to him again.
Once I take off my pants and boots, Johan leads me to the bed, his hands never leaving my body.
As we sink into the plush comforter, the weight of the world outside melts away.
For this moment, there’s only us, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the warmth of the fire, and the promise of what’s to come.
My heart swells with a mix of relief and joy, knowing that here, in this beautiful suite in St. Moritz, I can finally let go and just be with him.
After making love, we relax in bed under the sheets, our bodies warm and close.
The room is filled with the soft glow of the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
Johan’s arm is draped around me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin.
The sensation is soothing, and I relish the closeness we’ve missed for so long.
“Aunt Amelia wants to have a last meeting in Dr. Angela’s apartment. Can you make it at five o’clock the day before your departure?” I ask, my voice soft in the quiet room, the crackling of the fire the only other sound.
“I think so,” Johan answers, his voice a low murmur. Silence ensues for a brief moment, until he adds, “Did I tell you that Lukas, my colleague, is going to join us as my assistant?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Ludovic invited him to join his team, apparently.”
“Shouldn't we invite him too for the meeting then? It's important he knows what we are up to,” I suggest, looking up at Johan’s face and watching the firelight dance in his eyes.
Johan ponders for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. Then he nods. “Yeah, you're right. We can't let him have the wrong ideas about Ludovic. He's a treasure hunter, and Lukas needs to know that.”
We kiss again, slow and deep, the connection between us feeling even stronger. I melt into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine.
“I’m so lucky to have you here,” Johan whispers against my lips, his breath warm and comforting.
Thoughts of Astrid and their week together flash through my mind, but I refrain from asking about it, respecting his request from before I left for the airport this morning not to mention her during our stay here.
Instead, I focus on him, tracing the lines of his jaw with my fingertips. “It’s going to be so hard to start the new semester without you,” I admit, my voice tinged with longing.
“You'll manage.” A small smile starts tugging at the corner of his lips. “After all, you didn’t come to Cambridge to be with me, right?” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Who knows,” I reply with a grin, feeling a lightness in my heart.
Just then, Johan’s phone starts to buzz. He picks it up and puts it on speaker. “Man, we are starving. Where are you?” Conrad’s voice fills the room, sounding urgent and hungry.
Johan checks the time and gasps. “On my way. See you at the restaurant in a minute.” He hangs up, leaps off of bed, and starts dressing up quickly.
“Where are you going?” I ask, trying to hide my disappointment, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I promised Conrad and his mates I’d have dinner with them,” he explains, pulling on his sweater and jeans with hurried movements.
“What about me?” I ask, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of being left alone so soon after reuniting.
“Order something. I promise it’s just today. Tomorrow we can all have dinner together,” he says, his tone trying to be reassuring.
“So, you’re hiding me? Am I your dirty secret?” I ask, half-joking but with a hint of genuine hurt. The warmth and intimacy of moments ago feel like they’re slipping away.
Johan chuckles despite my almost offended tone, trying to lighten the mood. “They came here to back me up. I owe them one dinner. I’ll be right back. I promise.”
He leans down and smooches my lips. Whispering, he adds, “I will make it up to you.”
“I hope so,” I whisper back, as he kisses me one more time before leaving. The door clicks shut behind him, and I’m left in the quiet of the suite, the warmth of the fire my only company.