I had been too nervous to ask what that meant.Physically?Or did he want to date?
So, I didn’t.
He dropped me off at my apartment and now I’m lying in bed hungover, jetlagged, and feeling completely confused about him.
Not that I shared that with Lexi when we spoke.
I did, in fact, take a selfie of Bastian when I found him snoozing at one point.At least, I think he was.I lifted my phone and took a snap, and his eyes stayed closed.
When I checked it earlier, it was good enough to send to Lexi along with photos of my apartment.
“Holy shit, who is that?”she demanded after calling me immediately.
“Someone I joined the mile high club with.”
“Get the fuck out of here!”She gasped.
I giggled.
“Yup.His name is Bastian.God, he’s gorgeous, Lexi.Drop-dead, Henry Cavill, gorgeous.”
“You shagged him on the plane?”
“Well, oral sex and finger stuff.You don’t need more details.”
“I do.Start from the beginning,” Lexi demanded.
My best friend had no filter and nothing phased her.
Chuckling, I told her everything, starting from when I got upgraded to going down on my knees.“Let’s just say he blew down my throat and then it was my turn.”
“God, nothing like that ever happens to me.”Lexi sighed.
“You’ve never been on a plane.”
“I took the train to Paris.They have bathrooms,” she exclaimed, and I guess I couldn’t argue with that.“Are you going to see him again?”
I didn’t know.
That was the million-dollar question.After I put my phone number into his phone, he simply tucked it away and the ride to my apartment was sort of quiet.If my head hadn’t been fuzzy from the long flight and dehydration, I may have felt awkward.
Instead, I was taking in the sights of New York as we sped along the highway.I was so excited to be in America, I wasn’t entirely focused on Bastian.
That, and I had to dig out my address, make sure I had some bearings, and remember the code the landlord had given me.
It was early morning in New York, so that gave me almost two full days before starting my new job on Monday.
When we pulled up, Bastian’s driver got my bags out of the trunk and placed them on the sidewalk while we got out of the car.
“I can take them from here,” I said, and he glanced up at the unimpressive building.
“You sure?”
“Of course.”I waved him off, knowing he was heading to some fancy penthouse.“I’m just going to crash.”
That was the furthest from the truth.I had to get my body clock reset quickly, then get groceries, work out how long it would take me to walk to my new office so that I wasn’t late, and buy a whole range of home necessities.Things like sheets, towels, and whatever else wasn’t supplied in my apartment.The listing was vague.I hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, so I was using my very small savings.
I didn’t want this clearly wealthy and successful man witnessing whatever was going to greet me when I opened the door.
