“Yes?” I squeak before sipping my water, spilling a few drops as my hands shake.
“As Tabi is with your parents until Monday, would you like to come to the Monaco Grand Prix with me?”
CHAPTER 46
Rosie
“Welcome to Mr. Coulter’s aeroplane, Miss Denham,” a man in stiff trousers and a fitted shirt says as we exit the car.
I turn and squeal at Niki, who beams back. His one cheek dimple is extra deep this afternoon.
Niki takes my bag from the car before passing the keys to another person. He has someone to park his car! My stomach bubbles, and I will myself not to make an arse of myself.
“I’m Michael. If you need anything, please ask.”
“Anything?” I sing, imagining crisp sandwiches and a personalised cocktail.
He nods before looking over my shoulder. “Mr. Coulter, we’ve cleaned the plane for your arrival. It should meet your specifications.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
I stare at the plane. “I forget how rich you are sometimes. You’re the guy who made me breakfast this morning, dresses in team joggers, and hangs out with me. But you’re a millionaire.”
He takes my hand. “You know it’s not hanging out. You’re meant to be working.”
I thread my fingers with his. “Speaking of which, your trainer wants you only to eat vegetables and chicken for the next week. He said I need to keep an eye on you because you’re not losing your bulk quick enough.”
“Okay.” Niki leads me up the steps to the aeroplane.
“I didn’t tell him I liked your bulk, but I do.”
Niki winks at me. “Are you giddy because you’re travelling on a private jet for the first time?”
“Maybe,” I say, drawing the word out. But it’s not just that. It’s Niki. Being around him and knowing he does whatever he can to care for me sends my heart rate skyrocketing.
This isn’t my life, but I’m filling my Niki cup for a few days.
I gasp as I reach the interior of the plane. The seats are like leather television chairs, and I rush to sit in one.
“It’s like heaven.”
Michael smiles as he offers me a glass of champagne. I raise my eyebrows at Niki, as I’d like my boss’s consent before I drink during a work trip. He nods in that authoritative way that makes me needy.
“I’ll give Rosie a tour as you prepare for flight,” Niki says as I sip my champagne and try to hide my giggles from how the bubbles tickle my throat.
Niki holds out his hand, and I grab it tightly to keep myself from turning in circles.
He leads me past a table and a sofa. “We won’t have a full meal today, as it’s not a long trip, but I usually have something on long hauls. You can have a snack if you want.”
“What do rich people eat on their private jets? Is it all caviar and lobster?”
Niki smirks. “Yes, that’s all I’ve ever eaten. The first thing I requested at birth was a glass ofchampers.”
“Whatever.” I elbow him. “So if I asked for a Monster Munch sandwich, would they know what I meant?”
He wraps his hand around my shoulder, and the heat of his palm makes me roll my hips. “If you want a crisp sandwich or cupcake, all you have to do is ask. When you agreed to come to Monaco, I called ahead and asked them to stock your favourites.”
He’s too good to me, and I don’t know what to do with that, because rewarding him with kisses isn’t allowed.
