"How about those tails?" He said grumpily. "Are they ready yet?"
"Coming right up." She lied.
"Don't take all day." He said and then disappeared back to the cockpit.
She was still fumbling around without success when she heard his voice again. "Can I help you there?"
"I'm so sorry Mr. Drummond; they'll be ready in just a minute."
"What'll be ready?"
Thank God, it's Alex again.
She turned around and almost blushed. He was wearing just a white towel wrapped around his waist and she couldn't help but see that he was totally ripped. For a billionaire businessman, he sure had one rocking body. More like a calendar boy fire fighter than some Financial Times-reading office guy.
He came over to her and took her right hand into his own. He turned her gently around towards the oven and then softly moved her finger across the smooth surface. The thing came to life suddenly. He was so close to her. She could smell that he had just come from the shower, a clean masculine smell that overpowered her.
"I think that's what you were looking for." He said and released her hand. "Is the beast in there hungry already?"
"He just asked me for a couple of his lobster tails."
Alex rolled his eyes.
"Sebastian and his damned lobster tails. Hey, little brother, can't you fix these things yourself?" He shouted into the cockpit. "Melanie has more important things to do out here."
"Do I?" She asked.
"Sure you do. Come with me." He said, and took her by the hand again.
"But what about the tails?"
"Don't worry about him, he likes them cold. All he has to do is take off the plastic wrap. Didn't the big lug tell you that?"
She shook her head and then followed along, drawn in tow by his powerful masculinity. She was exhilarated and nervous at the same time. She felt like she wouldn't ever be able to say no to anything this man asked of her. However, he was still her boss, they had a professional relationship, and she had learned her lesson the hard way with Mitch. When that train wreck had fallen apart, she swore it would never happen again and she was going to stick to her guns this time.
Who am I kidding anyway? The guy is a billionaire. All he'll want from me is one night and then I'll never see him again.
When they got to the bedroom, she could see that he had made himself at home. His things were everywhere. It looked very personal; far more private than she should have been allowed to see. After all, she had only met him a couple of hours ago.