I spent the day setting up my New York apartment and jetlag is kicking my ass.
I had a microwave dinner in front of the TV, which died halfway through the show, so I pulled up a video on YouTube.By then the meal was cold and I gave up.
Technically, I napped on the plane for a few hours, waking with a dry mouth, aching pussy, and the taste of Bastian’s come in the back of my throat.
God.
I can’t believe we did that.
My only regret is not seeing him naked.If cocks could be classified as beautiful, I swear his would be on the cover of GQ.
That’s a weird thing to say, I suppose, and yet itwasbeautiful.And large, and...Don’t get attached.
Surprising me, Bastian was an absolute gentleman afterward and during the last hours of the flight.He was still broody—which I find sexy—but made sure I woke for breakfast and always had a drink.
Neither of us had any more alcohol.
“How do you not have a headache?”I asked as we walked through the airport after landing.
“I metabolize fast and had some electrolytes,” Bastian said, lifting his bag onto his shoulders.“Where are you staying?”
“Oh.”I blushed, surprised by his question.It almost sounded like he was interested.I’d thought we would part ways and that would be it.So, I went with vague, “In Manhattan.”
Lifting my suitcase when I pointed at it, Bastian nodded and then groaned.“Christ, did you pack your entire house?”
I giggled.
For such a broody man, he was very funny.
Shooting me a fake scowl, Bastian then guided me outside where a luxurious looking black SUV was parked.
“I’ll just get a cab,” I said when a man greeted him with awelcome home, sirand took his luggage.
“Get in,” Bastian ordered.
“You’re very bossy.”I lifted my face and almost purred when I took in the rough growth on his jaw in the early morning light.
So damn sexy.
A good foot taller than me, Bastian’s large frame towered over me, making me shiver.I felt so feminine and petite near him.
His brow lifted, showing impatience.
Teasing, I asked, “How do I know you’re not some sexual predator?”
“Jesus, Emily.”Bastian pushed me into the SUV.
“Sorry, that was probably inappropriate.”
“Yes.”He darted me with an annoyed look, then handed me his phone.“Put your number in there.”
Oh.
“Really?”
As the vehicle began to move away from the sidewalk, he let out a sigh, as if happy to be home in the United States.
“We have unfinished business.”Bastian brushed the hair from my forehead and then took the phone from me when I was done.
