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Reba blushed and wiggled to get up. "Sorry," she mumbled. Paul fought the sudden urge to kiss her.
"You can pounce on me anytime you want." He grinned as her cheeks grew a darker shade of pink.
"I didn't pounce on you, the plane shook, I lost my balance and I fell!" Would she slap him if he kissed her flushed cheeks? He chose not to take that chance and let her back on her feet. She picked up the dress that he let fall to the ground when he tried to support her.
"Do you like it? It's this season's design that's never been used. I modified it a little. Reba examined the evening gown: strapless, form fitting, gold glittered black dress.
"It's beautiful. When am I going to wear this?"
"When we arrive at Milan. I'm invited to an event and you're my guest. Try it on. I'll go wait outside." He closed the door behind him. Reba stripped off her clothes and slipped into the evening gown. She opened the door and peaked her head outside. Paul was leaning against the wall by the door with his arms crossed and a grin spread across his face, knowing that she would need him soon enough.
"Paul, I need your help zipping up the dress."
"I thought so," said Paul stepped in to the room. Reba showed her back at him. Since she was wearing a black tube top, she had a black strapless bra underneath, she held on to the dress as Paul helped her zip up. He chuckled. The silk tag from her brassier peaked out showing him important information "Well, it's nice to know your bra size." Reba turned herself sharply to face him, still holding on to the dress, pressing it firmly against her skin. Her face turned another shade of red. "Your bra tag showed." He explained. He turned her around again to continued to zip her dress up. His finger brushed against her skin in the process, sending a weird chill along her spine. Paul turned her around and examined her. "Almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"I made this dress by guessing your body measurements, as it turned out, your waist line is slimmer than I thought. And it's a little tight around the chest isn't it? So I apology for not giving you enough credit." He laughed and protected himself as Reba turned pink and smacked his chest. "And you're a little shorter than I thought, so you need a 4" high heels. Oh I have those prepared too." He went to the closet and brought out couple of shoeboxes. He sat Reba on the bed and helped her change her shoes. Paul used to help the models get into their dresses and shoes when he was just a young designer, and he hadn't done this for almost twenty years now, he usually had an assistant help the model. He just sat back and pinpointed the flaws.
"Paul, I can do it." Reba wasn't comfortable having her boss help her change her shoes.
"Not a big deal, I used to do this you know." He looked up and smiled so sweetly. He pulled Reba up on her feet. The heels were a little too high she lost her balance and fell into his arms once again.
"Errmmm, I don't think I can wear these heals. It's too high and I'll fall face first." Reba murmured.
"As long as you fall into my arms, then I don't mind." Paul chuckled. He loved it when Reba bashfully blushed. "You can practice walking around in these heals around the plane. But I promised I'll have an extra pair of shoes for you in the limo, and the moment we leave the event, you can change to lower heels. Okay?" Reba nodded.
"I should get out of this dress." Paul smiled and turned her around, Reba gripped on her dress as he helped her unzip before leaving. He let her changed back to her clothes. Reba hung the dress back in its hanger. Paul knocked and wait for Reba's permission to let him back in. He took the dress from her and hung it back in the closet. Reba peaked into the closet and she saw a few dresses and his suits. He turned around and saw the silent question in her eyes.
"I have a few dresses for you to use when we go to the fashion show." He answered with a charming smile. Reba nodded in understanding, a little intimidated by his smile. He made her heart pound when his smile shone through his eyes. He had quite a charm. No wonder he was one of the most wanted bachelors.
"Shall we go back to the lounge?" Reba was afraid if the plane hit more turbulence and they fall back on the bed again, she might end up joining the mile-high club with him.
"Sure. We can watch a movie. Let me know when you're hungry."
"No I'm kinda tired actually. Travelling make me tired sometime."
"You'll get use to it soon enough. But take a rest if you're tired. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you." Paul grinned. Reba smiled back at him, trusting in his words. They went back to the lounge, sat on the loveseat and watched a movie, not long before Reba felt asleep. She woke up a few hours later with her arm across his middle and her forehead resting at the crook of his neck, his arm wrapped behind her shoulder, his other arm was on top of hers on his tummy. He too sounded asleep. Paul woke up when he realized that the soft body he was holding suddenly became tense. "Hey, are you hungry yet?" Paul didn't take his arm off behind her shoulder.
"A little." Reba was embarrassed. She was cuddling with him for almost two hours. Paul pulled her up and led her to the table. The flight attendant served the meal for them. Reba looked at the salmon steak and glanced at Paul. "Did you order this from Giuseppe?" Reba referred to the five star Italian restaurant that they went when he first took her out for a 'L.A. lunch' at 4pm. Paul smiled like a child caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. Reba grinned and she enjoyed her meal. As for dessert, the flight attendant served Paul a lemon pie: also from the same Italian restaurant. "Where's mine?"
"Here. Open wide." He cut a piece and tried to feed her. Reba narrowed her eyes. "I hope you don't mind sharing. I ordered just one because I remembered you only take one bite of dessert." He still held the fork up waiting to feed her. Reba took it from his hand. She wouldn't let him feed her. Paul finished up the rest of the pie.
"How long will it take us to get there?"
"We're a little more than half way, probable another 4 hours. Are you bored?"
"A little. What do you usually do to pass time?"
"When I travel with company or when I'm by myself?" He smiled mischievously.
"When you travel with a friend that doesn't want to go to your sleeping quarters."
"That couch could turn into a bed." Paul found it amusing when he toyed with her.
"Any other activities that don't end up being a member of the mile-high club?" Reba flared up. She took his word that he would not force her into anything, but every time he said something a little suggestive, she found it became harder to breathe for some reason.
"Are you good at board games?" Asked Paul
"Yes as a matter of fact, I'm pretty good at them." Reba replied with a proud smile.
"Then let's play cards."
"What?" Reba was dazzled
"Well, I'm not good at board games and I hate to lose." Reba rolled her eyes as Paul went to get a deck of cards. "What card games are you good at?"
"Why, you don't want to play those either?" Questioned Reba with a glare. Paul smiled boyishly. "Okay. Whatever game you're good at, we'll play that one." Reba was good at card games too; she knew she could beat him.
"Sure, let's play strip poker." Reba accidentally walked right into that one.
"Why don't we just play Go Fish?" Reba gritted through her teeth. She took a deep breath trying not to smack him on the back of his head, for driving her crazy.
"Fine, I'm pretty good at that too." Paul chuckled. He dealt the card. Game after game, Reba kept winning. Paul pouted dealing the next game.
"Hey! You cheat!" Cried Reba after he won and she found out that he had a card she asked for and he said he didn't have it.
"I know, but how else would I win if I don't cheat? You're better at this game than I am." He openly confessed. Reba glared at him with her arms folded across her chest.
"If you're not going to play fairly then I won't play with you." She pouted. Reba felt like they were a couple of five-year-olds.
"But you keep winning."
"And how's that my fault?"
"I didn't say it's your fault. I'm just stating a fact."
"I won't play with you anymore!" Exclaimed Reba.
"Fine. Do you want to play PlayBoy, err… I mean GameBoy?" Reba glared at him wasn't sure where he was going with this. "You know, Nintendo." Reba still sulked. "I have Mario and PacMan. Don't you remember playing that when you were younger?" Reba's eyes soften a little. "Come on." He set up the game and they played together until the Pilot announced their arrival. They went back to their seats and buckled up.
"I have to tell you, aside from you cheating at Go Fish game, I really enjoyed this ride." Reba confessed as the plane was landing.
"I enjoyed it the most when you were on top of me." Paul grinned suggestively.
"It's your fault, you're the one who ignored that seatbelt sign." Reba took a sharp intake of breath "Was that your plan?"
"My plan what? Taking you to the bed and have you fall on top of me and getting up without doing anything? Honey, if that was my plan, we'd end up rolling around on the bed naked. Man, I should have just rolled you on your back when I had that chance. You seem to keep suggesting it. I know I'm hard to resist. But it's too late now that we're landing, but next time if you want me, you can just tell me."
"Who said I want you?"
"You're the one who pounced on me, twice. I should have taken the hint." Paul just loved seeing Reba blush.
"I fell, I didn't pounce on you!"
"Errhmm..." The pilot cleared his throat, he was going to tell them that the plane had landed and the door was open waiting for them. He grinned, as Reba turned red. "Mr. MacIntosh, Miss Hart. The limo's here to pick you up." Paul unbuckled his seatbelt. Reba had a little hard time with it. It got stuck on something.
"Here, let me help." Reba's heart skipped a beat when his hands fumbled at around her pelvis. He unbuckled it and as he looked up, their faces were a mere inch apart. "Let's go." He said, but still didn't move away. She swallowed a huge lump in her throat.
"Get off me then, so I can get up." Paul smiled and pulled away, waiting for her to stand up. He took her hand and walked out of the airplane. Reba still had the 4" high heels on for she was practicing wearing them around the plane. She looked at the staircase to get off the airplane and was going to turn around to get her shoes. Paul swept her off her feet and carried her down.
"Oh craapppp!" Exclaimed Reba as a flurry of flashes fired at them. "What now?"
"Since when do you care about tabloids?" Questioned Paul, carefully walking down the staircase.
"Since they keep writing the false rumours about us"
"I don't care, really." He shrugged, still carrying her in his arms. He continued his way down to the last step. "Welcome to Milan." He whispered as he was putting her down on her feet. "Let's give them something to write about." His warm breathe tickling her ear. She blushed as her breath quickened. He suggested her to take his arm as they were walking to his limo, he waved at the paparazzi that still continued to take their picture. They were going to his condo at the foothill of the Alps.
Reba stepped out of the limo. She wanted to see the Alps, but they arrived so late at night, so she couldn't see much.
"You can see it in the morning from your bedroom window," said Paul standing behind her and wrapped her body with his suit jacket. The weather was a little cold. Reba wore a short skirt and short sleeve shirt. Although she didn't show it, but he could tell she was cold. Reba thanked him and quickly put her arms into the sleeves. His jacket was still warm from his body heat as he immediately wrapped it around her. Reba felt like she was being hugged by the man that was smiling at her charmingly. Reba swallowed hard. No way, she couldn't be falling for her boss already!