Someone Unexpected (Blu Brothers #1)(17)
Author: Ashley Blake

Nope, nothing about missing me.  Wait, what?  Did he just say private jet?  Okay, seriously, this is not my life.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea that I fly with you?  Won’t people talk?”

He looked at me and I could see the lust brimming in his eyes.

“I want to spend time alone with you, Elena, so you’re flying with me.  No one will know.”

So he did miss me.

The butterflies decided at that moment that they wanted to dance the rumba in my belly.  I hated to admit it but each time I saw him I didn’t want to resist him.  I decided not to fight him on this one because who would turn down the opportunity to fly on a private jet?

“Okay.”  I barely recognized my own soft voice.  I started to ask him how his trip was but I was cut off.

He smiled at me and then looked at his watch.  “That is all Elena.  A car will pick you up Wednesday morning to take you to the airport and I will see you there.”

Okay, why is he being so cold and weird?

I was a bit taken aback by the abrupt dismissal but I just picked up my things and left the conference room.  I went back to my office and sat at my desk and took a deep breath as I looked around the room and thought about how much my life had already changed in a few weeks.  I was really looking forward to going to Brazil but since things were weird between us I didn’t know what to expect.  The Sebastian that was in the office that day was not the same Sebastian that I had an incredible date with the week before.  If this was what it was like to date this billionaire, I was not interested.  I thought he didn’t play games, but I guess I thought wrong.

When I got home that night I packed for the trip and I was having a tough time trying to decide what to take with me.  Sebastian said we were going to be there for seven days and that I would need at least two nice dresses because we were going to entertain clients Friday and Saturday night.  Even though we weren’t leaving until Wednesday, I didn’t want to wait until the last minute to pack so I was completely done by the time I went to bed.

Tuesday flew by for me and it was time to go home before I knew it.  Bev had taken care of everything for me so all I had to do was meet the car in front of my building the next morning to go to the airport.  Sebastian was leaving the office at the exact same time I walked out of my office so we ended up riding the elevator down to the first floor together.

“Are you all packed for tomorrow?”

We were the only two in the elevator so I was grateful to have a bit of privacy.  Maybe he would warm up to me again since we were alone.

“Yes, I am all packed.  Are you?”

He raised an eyebrow at me, I could see the surprise on his face and I doubted that anyone had ever questioned him about being ready for anything.  He had a small smirk on his face as he answered me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am packed also. Did you remember to include something to wear the two nights we will be entertaining clients?”

“Yes, and I hope that they are appropriate.”

"I will let you know when you model them for me on the airplane and if they are not what I had in mind, I will have dresses sent over to the hotel for you from one of my favorite boutiques.  Don’t forget to pack them in your carry-on luggage.”

“Sebastian, I am afraid I will not be able to afford to buy new dresses while on this trip so hopefully what I packed will be good enough. I am on a budget and I am saving every penny that I can.”

He sighed and almost looked offended as his eyes searched mine.  "I would never expect for you to pay for anything on a business trip Elena so, like I said, if I don’t like what I see I will arrange to have dresses sent over for you. Please just accept the gesture, there is no hidden meaning behind it.”

When the elevator opened on the first floor, Sebastian barely looked at me as he said goodnight and walked out of the building.  I stood in the lobby worried, once again, that I had pissed him off.  I wanted to kick myself over what I had said and I wished so badly that I could take it back.  Oh well, there was nothing that I could do about it then so I did my best to push the whole elevator ride out of my mind and I went home.

The next morning as I got ready to leave, I made sure I had my passport because that would be a huge nightmare if I left that behind. The only reason I had a valid passport was because I studied in France for a semester my junior year of college.  The car picked me up right on time and dropped me off in a section of the airport I had never been to.  I was the first to arrive so I checked in and I waited inside the private jet terminal for Sebastian.  I was reading a magazine when I heard footsteps getting closer to me.  I looked up to see Sebastian, walking toward me and he looked like a male model plucked right of a magazine.  He was wearing beautifully tailored tan pants, a casual white linen shirt and sunglasses.  The white shirt complimented his olive skin and I was literally speechless, as he got closer to me.

“Good morning Elena, the plane is ready for us, shall we go?”

He was still cold and very formal with me.  This sucks.

We walked out onto the tarmac and boarded the plane that said Blu Sierra Hotels on the side in big blue letters and I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it was real.  The plane was super plush inside and it looked like it could seat eight people.  It had a couple of bedrooms and a small conference area and had the signature crystal vases on the table.  Sebastian and I were the only people on board aside from a flight attendant and the two pilots.  The flight attendant directed to my seat and Sebastian sat directly across from me, facing me.

He took off his sunglasses and gave me a slow once over and I was hoping I looked okay.  I thought that my black pants and light pink short-sleeved button down shirt was an appropriate outfit for the flight because it wasn’t too casual or revealing.

“Elena, you look…comfortable.”

Well we are going to be on a long flight, why wouldn’t I wear comfortable clothes?

“Thank you, I think.”

He pulled out his newspaper, slipped on reading glasses and peered over the top of the paper at me and held my gaze.

“That wasn’t an insult, it’s just that your clothes don’t suit your figure.”

I could feel my cheeks getting warm and wished so badly that I could control that.  I was a bit annoyed at being given the once over like I was a piece of cattle so I decided to say something.  He might be my boss, but I was not going to let him insult the only clothes I could afford.  If I had his bank account my clothing would be beyond gorgeous.