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The Plane

EPOV

As the hostess places my champagne on the table in front of my chair I hear her. The past week had been torture.

We'd not really spoken about that kiss. The one I'd envisioned daily since. Bella had been professional. She'd avoided after work hang outs claiming she needed to get things in order to leave.

"Of course he'd have a private plane," Bella grumbles to the hostess greeting her.

She steps into sight and my jaw tightens.

Her dress hugs her in all of the correct places. The flight from Seattle was over 15 hours. We'd fly over night and arrive at Brisbane tomorrow. Spending one night there we'd then drive north to Cairns. Where we'd be able to check out my new hotel alongside the reef and rainforest. All with this beautiful woman beside me. How do I do this?

"Bella," I say nodding at her as she sits in a seat across for me.

The excitement is all over her. It's cute.

"Sir. How are you?" She asks buckling her belt.

She had continued to call me sir in front of others. I knew she knew what it did to me.

"Better now," I say allowing my eyes to explore her.

She rolls her eyes smirking.

"I do hope Alice will be okay without her friend," I say.

"She has yours thankfully," she shrugs looking out the window as the ground crew work to prepare the plane.

"You know, this plane was my father's. He gifted it to my mother," I say.

"So you're borrowing," she raises an eyebrow at me.

"No. She got a bigger one. I just wanted to break the ice," I say.

"Ice?" She asks.

"That kiss," I say.

Before she can respond she is interrupted by the dumb flight attendant. As she hands Bella her drink she begins to explain the safety instructions. Bella watches politely. I watch her.

Once the demonstration is done I reach to take Bella's hand.

"We need to spend two weeks together. We cannot just sweep this under a rug," I say.

"I'm not sweeping anything," she doesn't pull her hand back.

"Then talk to me," I beg.

"I just think maybe we need distance. I wish we didn't need to set rules. I want nothing more that to be the girl you sit beside at a movie date. If I didn't need this job I'd be all yours. Boss and employee. If it helps you can punish me for being four minutes late," she says checking her watch.

"Never ask me to punish you again," I groan shaking my head.

"Sorry," She says quickly.

"What if we just go for it? Australia can be like Vegas. What happens stays there. Look we're away from everyone we know. It's just you, me and a few employees here and there. Why not enjoy? Let the rules and expectation stay here. I'm not saying let's strip now," I say.

"So what are you saying?" She asks.

"Bella Swan. Will you date me? Let me date you? Just one date. I can't go this whole trip with you and not take you out. I don't want to fight this. For the sake of this trip don't fight it. When we arrive back home we can resume the facade. Then your internship will be done. I really like you. This could just be our little step away from reality. We can take separate paths if you wish and my recommendation will glow," he says.

"Can I have the flight to think," she says shaky.

"If you don't want that you can say," I start.

"I do," she nods, "I just need to think. Give me until we're out of U.S air space."


BPOV

The second we crossed it I leant over to force the book closed in his hands. Proudly I stand before his seat which he'd move to so he could recline. I smile down at him.

"Can you date the shit out of me?" I ask grinning.

For a minute he just stares at me shocked. I take the opportunity and awkwardly climb into his lap. His book drops to the floor with a thud. I tug my dress up enough to free me legs more.

"Please?" I pout.

"No pouting," he growls placing his hands on my thighs.

Movement behind me startled me. I forgot his employees also stretched to cabin crew.

"Don't worry," Edward whispers smiling, "They're too busy enjoying slacking off."

"How do you know that!" I gasp as he squeezes my ass.

"I'm a boss. I can tell when people are doing something they shouldn't," he says.

"Do elaborate," I smirk.

"They're goofing. The two of the hostesses are gossiping about the pilot. They did something similar to us. You can tell. They've giggled non stop for the past 10 minutes. The blonde hasn't looked at the cockpit 41 times since boarding," he says.

"Have you caught me slacking off?" I ask.

"You mean you have been?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You're off boss duty. You're over international waters remember," I say smiling, "I'm off the clock when we're not in meetings or doing work related things."

"This is work related," he says pulling me toward him more so I'm lying more against his body.

"No it's not," I smile looking up at his face.

"Yep. We're having a very important work meeting right now," his finger has started drawing lazy circles on my exposed thigh.

"About what?" I ask.

"The importance of employee and employer connection. It needs to be trusting, strong," he rattles off.

"You're full of it," I laugh.

"Your skin is so soft," he says softly.

"Are you comfortable?" I ask realising he might not be enjoying me on top of him now.

"Very," he smirks, "why don't you change? We can have a datey thing."

"Into what?" I say sitting up slightly.

There's no mention of his hardness already meeting my thigh. Maybe sitting on top of him wasn't so bad.

"Something comfy. We can watch a movie. I'll get the air hostess to get us some snacks. It'll be great," he smiles.

I begin to sit up and clumsily climb off his lap. He sits his chair up more clearing the seat beside him, lifting the arm rest in between. The seats were more luxurious than a first class seat on a Boeing. They were like lounges.

Once I've changed into some loose yoga pants and a old shirt I return to a set up only Pinterest could imagine. He'd pulled together blankets, pillows and snacks as promised. The small movie screen positions across from the seats in a wall separating them from the toilets was paused on the iconic fox logo. This plane was like a house.

"What did you pick?" I ask.

"I figured you'd be into something funny. I went with classic Jonah Hill," he looks up at me from his comfortable seat.

I take mine beside him and he instantly puts a blanket over my legs. He leans down to pull them over mine. I smile as he hits play. The movie for the most part is funny. We laugh when we should and shouldn't. Between the movie and Edward I'm giggling constantly. When the laughter stops my thoughts take me to serious street.

"So essentially with this whole thing, you want me to be a friend with benefits. Like a pact?," I say suddenly.

I can tell he's thinking. His eyes turn to lock with mine.

"The last thing I want if for you to be hurt. This isn't a ploy to just have sex. I genuinely want to get to know you and welcome something positive into my life. Breaking your heart isn't on my agenda. Staying away from you isn't going to be something I can do. Feeling guilt for staring at your smile too long or kissing you when I shouldn't won't see me through this trip. Dating hasn't been something I've explored in a while. Girls usually use me. I'm the young rich guy that drives cool cars. You don't care about that," he says.

"I'm sure other girls could see you for more than your credit card. I don't even know what caviar tastes like," I say.

"Perhaps. But they're not you," he sighs taking my hand.

Pink swarms my cheeks immediately. How does he speak like he's Ryan Gosling from the Notebook?

"You haven't left my thoughts since that night at the bar. My head tells me to back away and let you do this. But my heart won't let me. I'm selfish," he says.

"So am I. I could ruin your reputation. Look what happened when Clinton screwed the intern " I say.

I earn a light chuckle.

"He was married," he smiles, "and maybe it's time I had a reputation where I don't care about what the magazines write. Being with you makes me happy. Why shouldn't I chase what makes me happy?"

Each word he says makes my heart grow warmer.

"I just want to pretend. For five minutes even. No matter how hard I push away life pulls me closer to you. I'm not strong enough to keep away any more. I'm strong enough to beat Jasper in an arm wrestle, strong enough to deal with July 9th. I'm not strong enough to keep away from you," he has gone on a tangent.

"What's July 9th?" I ask.

"The date my parents died," he says eyes sadder.

"I'm sorry. We're away on their anniversary. Oh Edward," I say.

"Esme and Carlisle adopted me. Same for Emmett. I don't remember my parents. They died in an accident on a long drive home from California. Esme was friends with my mother. She took us both in. But each year I wonder what life would have been," he says.

"I know the feeling," I say, "Esme sounds remarkable."

"She is. You said you know the feeling?" He asks.

"My mother died a few years back after a tiring battle with cancer," I say, "she's why I said yes to this."

"Bells. I'm so sorry," he says squeezing my hand.

"I know she'd want me to say stuff what people say or think. You want something you do it. She always said the people throwing rocks at glass houses were throwing them from a place of jealousy. She'd like you," I say.

He smiles down at me.

"Would she?" He asks.

"She'd think you're sweet. Maybe funny. She'd be shocked I had sex on the first date," I say smiling.

He throws his head back laughing wholeheartedly.

"Well I do hope I can gain back some brownie points. I'll need to work extra hard," he says.

"I wrote to her before. In my diary. I write her letters. I told her I had met this man. He's kind, sweet and unlike anyone I've ever met. But he's my boss. I said I was scared but I was on a plane with him flying so far away that no one could extend their judgement far enough. It's as I could hear her reply," I say speaking to our hands connected in my lap.

"What did she say?" He asks.

"Who gives a fuck if he's your boss," I say.

"I have to say i agree with her. Do you know how Esme met Carlisle?" He asks.

"How?" I ask looking up to him.

"She was his employee. She was hired to help design one of the first hotels we built in Seattle. They fell in love," he says.

"I do hope she wasn't as stupid as me," I scoff.

"Worse. She fell pregnant a few months into dating," he says.

My mouth drops.

"She aborted the pregnancy early enough but my father is a high profile name. Someone put two and two together. The press were more chaotic back then. They found the story. They almost split because of the pressure. It was quite the scandal," he continues.

My heart feels heavy for his adopted parents.

"How'd they fix it?" I ask.

"They loved each other enough to not let opinions impact the ones that had of one another," he sighs.


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