A reviewer recently asked me something that I thought I'd write something about in my authors note. It's about the content of lemons and their kink factor.

This is a kink story. There will be usage of light bondage, spanking and pleasurable toys. Amongst other things along those lines. Though Bella may come off as sub-like in some chapters to come, I assume most of you have realised that Bella doesn't like being talked down to, especially by Edward. There won't be any unsanitary topics or humiliation in this story.

I'll give a heads up in every chapter that includes these things. Other wise, it will be just pretty normal sex in the lemons. I thought I'd let you know, just in case you're uncomfortable with any topics mentioned above.

Anyway, on with the business trip.

Chapter Seven - Empire State Of Mind

Last week had breezed by, there wasn't any more "instances" where I'd be exposed or been perving on my boss.

I was to meet Mr Cullen at the airport, he was apparently sending a driver over to my apartment to pick me up. His mother had suggested that I take today off, so I could pack all my things. What a nice lady, right?

Running over my mental list, I dragged my small weekender tote bag and cabin sized rollable suitcase from under my bed, brushing off some of the dust that had gathered and lifting it on to my bed.

I walked over to my dresser, pulling open the top two small drawers selecting a few matching bras and panties, enough to last me the whole week. Along with two sports bras for sleeping in.

I pushed the drawers closed, chucking the lingerie onto the bed beside the luggage. I knew I'd be working for the most part of this trip, but for any down time I'd picked some casual tops along with jeans, leggings and my favourite black leather boots.

I shuffled over to my wardrobe, opening the door. I reached in, pulling out a selection if dresses along with a nice blazer, jacket and two pairs of heels. Nude and black.

I rummaged towards the back of my wardrobe, reaching for the beige garment bag that resided there.

Hmphft, pretty? Edward, you won't know what's hit you!

Gathering whatever was left on my mental list, along with some other things I realised I needed when I got into the bathroom. I could hear the car pulling up outside and the rumble of the engine subside as the driver pulled the keys out of the ignition.

I peaked out the window. Maybe he'd sent that smarmy git, Jacob to pick me up? God, I hope not. Oh, a black limo. With tinted windows. Lordy!

*Ring-Ring-Ring*

Startled, I jumped back from the window pane. I realised that Mr Cullen's mother had probably told the driver to come up to my apartment.

I waddled over to the door, a bag hung over each shoulder. Slipping on my converse, I opened the door. To be greeted by a greying man with a kind smile..

"Are you Miss Swan?"

"Yes, I am. I'd offer to shake your hand, but they're somewhat preoccupied."

"Ah yes, Miss Swan. Can I offer you a hand?"

Before I could reply, the heaviest bag had been lifted off my right shoulder.

Before I reached the bottom of the six flights of stairs, I was panting. And out of breath. At first I thought it was him. You know, the kind old guy.

He just chuckled and jogged ahead of me, his head looking over his shoulder every once and a while to make sure I was keeping up or still. It would be so horrible to be kidnapped before going on holiday and wiping the smug grin off the gorgeous face that belonged to my boss.

Once I got into the stretched limo. I was in heaven. With its white faux leather seats, fluffy rugs (instead of those crappy black and red ones, that I had in my car) and a bottle of crystal stashed in the side pocket.

Did I already mention it was stretched?

I felt incredibly under dressed. In my white tank top, black leggings and an old red checkered shirt that had seen better days. Alice would kill me, if she could right now.

The drive to the airport hadn't taken long. Bert, the name of the very kind older man hadn't seem to mind my not so inner ramblings either.

I ran in the airport to my terminal, checking in my bags as quickly as the lady at the check in desk would allow. I'd somehow managed to think I was in economy, which id booked and happened to be in first. I didn't want Edward thinking I was late, or that I was bailing on him. He already thought so lowly of my already.

I wandered round the shops that the first class lounge had on offer. Their things for sale weren't much better than what economy had on offer, except they were more expensive. Figures.

Taking up a space on the couch, that a sleazy man in a suit had been occupying before me. I finally relaxed. I'd never been the best with flying. My father travelled a lot and therefore I had to as well, along with the fact my mother's pre-flight pep talks had never been great.

A sudden tap to my shoulder dragged me back to reality from my day dream. I turned in my seat, wondering who the hand belonged to.

"Our flight is about to leave, are you ready?"

"Of course, Mr Cullen. I have been for the half hour."

I pick up my bag, noticing the muscles in Edward flex as he does the same. Following behind him, until we reach seats.

I stand there, unable to move as he bends, pushing his bag under his seat.

"Are you gonna sit, or were you perfectly satisfied with just ogling my arse?"

Busted!

Looking down, I try to conceal my blush that has traveled up my cheeks and is no doubt traveling else where on my body.

"Sorry, Mr Cullen."

I take my seat, about a few inches away from Mr Cullens, Instantly wanting him closer.

This was going to be a long flight.

Later.. (3rd Person's P.O.V)

Edward rose from his chair, stretching his arms above his head. Wandering off to where the flight attendant was sat, still fully awake. He quietly asked for a blanket, which she gladly gave over.

A sigh escaped his soft plump lips, giving a quick look over at Bella, seeing goosebumps prickle up her bare arm. He realised that she must have taken her checkered shirt off earlier, while he was sleeping.

Walking over to her chair, he took the blanket with him. Slowly he lay it over her freezing body, tucking it around her arms as she shifted in her sleep.

He pressed his lips against her fore head, three words escaping passed his pursed lips...

"I'm sorry, Isabella."

See, he isn't a total twat!

Thanks for reading this chapter of Laced Leatherette, I hope you enjoyed it and that you review. :)