Chapter 4

As we made our way onto the plane, I made sure we all got to our seats. We all managed to get seats close together. Once I found my seat, I set my backpack in the overhead compartment after grabbing my laptop and sat down in my seat. Not even a moment later, Anthony sat down next to me. I looked over at him, curious as to why he was sitting with me, “I thought this seat was empty.” I said, but he shook his head, 

“Afraid not.” He tells me, “Would you rather me trade with one of the others?” I gave him a slight smile before replying,

“There’s no sense in that. It was my mistake.” He chuckled a bit before bringing out his phone. 

Once we were in the air, I opened my computer to work on a new program that I had been developing. Considering it was a ten-hour flight, and what happened in the car, working on this instead of reading my book. 

Four hours into the flight and I started combing through my new program when I felt Anthony’s eyes looming over my shoulder. When I looked over at him, I tensed when I noticed how close his face was to mine, I gulped when his low, husky voice spoke, “What are you working on?” I turned my laptop toward him and began going over the program,

“It’s an app that can alert if someone’s been in an accident, their location, and if they have a smartwatch, then it can also scan their bodies to alert the authorities to the extent of the person’s injuries.” He nodded, 

“There are quite a few apps like this already.” Anthony tells me, “What makes this one different? What makes it unique?” I thought for a moment, trying to think of what he said. 

What makes my app so special? 

I shook my head; I don’t have the answer. “It’s a wonderful idea, Lily.” He tells me, “But no one would want it with so many others exactly like it. You need something about your app that is different, that sets it apart from the others out there. A hook.” I nodded, 

“Thank you, Mr. Anthony,” I say. Anthony looked around then took my laptop from my tray table and set it into the pocket before taking my hand and guiding me towards the restroom. 

Anthony pushed me into the rather large restroom before entering himself, locking the door behind him. I was against the wall, watching him as he inched closer to me, placing his hands on my hips. “W-What are y-you…” My question was answered when his lips crashed down onto mine. The kiss was tender, but passionate as well. 

This is wrong, and I know that, but for some reason, it felt right. The way his hands moved over my body, gripping my ass as he deepened the kiss. I couldn’t help myself from moaning as I threw my arms around his neck, trying to gain more of his touch that was setting my skin on fire with lust and desire. We needed to stop, I knew that, but how can I when all I can feel is pleasure?

Anthony sensed the tension that was forming in my mind as it began to show in my body. He pulled away, allowing us both a chance to breathe. “I’m sorry.” He said between breaths, “You’re just so damn cute, I couldn’t help myself.” 

“I-It’s fine,” I say, 

“What is it?” He asked, “Did you not like it?” I bit my lip before meeting his gaze,

“It’s not that,” I told him. “I liked it. A lot. It’s just–” He nodded for me to continue, “This is wrong, Anthony. You’re my boss.” He nods, 

“Yes, I am. But I’m also a man who is desperately lonely.” I chuckled a bit which earned me a look of confusion, 

“I figured a handsome, successful man such as yourself and your brothers would have women lining the halls of your building to get a sliver of what you have given me.” Anthony chuckled a bit before placing another soft kiss on my lips,

“Come to my room tonight, once you’ve unpacked and had some time to yourself.” He tells me, “Please.” I give him a weak smile and nod, accepting his request. Anthony unlocked the door, but I stopped him,

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I told him, he smirked a bit before closing the door as he left. I quickly locked it back and took a shaky breath. Touching my lips which were still numb from his kiss. The lingering feeling of his hands moving over my ass, my hips. Then I thought of what might happen in his room if I go. Would it be more than kissing? More than just subtle touches along my clothed body? 

I bit my lip at the thought and splashed some water on my face, trying to compose myself before I went back out there with so many people. I took a paper towel and wetted it, using it to cool my feverish skin. Once I felt I was alright, I made my way back to my seat. Anthony had my laptop, but I didn’t care, I felt the weight of sleep begin to take its toll on me as I dozed off. Waiting for the plane to land so we could make our way to the hotel and I could rest. 

I just wish it was sooner.