We board the plane
at Portland International Airport
.
“Danielle, you are 1A, right here, after you.”
First Class. Of course. It’s first rate for this man in all aspects. As the plane starts to fill up, I notice that no one else has been seated in first class. Hold on, we are the only two passengers sitting at the front of the plane with approximately ten seats empty.
A tall beautiful blond woman approaches us with a gleam in her eye and a seductive smile,
“Mr. Towers, good to see you, may I take your coat?”
The blonde is obvious about her attraction to Mr. Towers. She looks me over as if to size me up. It’s amusing to me as it’s clear that she doesn’t know if I’m with Harrison as a girlfriend or as something else. Yes, you blonde dingbat waitress, I’m with Harrison for the weekend. I smile at her with claiming eyes. I’m with Mr. Towers, lady, back off. Well, I’m with him on business, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Yes, Angela, thank you. We shall have two glasses of champagne and the appetizer plate.”
“Of course, Mr. Towers, right away.”
Just like that, he commands a room in an authoritative deep tone.
“Harrison, we’re the only ones in first class. How odd.”
“Danielle, I like to have privacy when I conduct business. I have a lot of work to do and the fewer people around, the better. Most of the deals I work on must be completely confidential.”
Yes of course. He’s bought out the whole first class cabin. I knew it. Wow! Clarke will never believe this! I hop on my phone and text Simone before we have to shut down our devices.
1:35 PM
Me
Clarke! OMG we’re staying at HIS place in the city and I’m sitting with him in first class all alone. He has bought out all 10 extra seats!
1:37 PM
Simone’s Cell
Holy Shit! He wants you all to himself! His place!? Sold out by him first class!? Dani, sounds like Mr. Moneybags Mogul has the Hots for you. I hope you brought your lacy sexy fuck me lingerie! Ha!
1:40 PM
Me
Shut it up. This is a completely professional business trip. He does smell so intoxicating I could just jump him right here!
His strong body, tight ass, intense blue eyes and this power he eludes is so extremely sexy.
I start to giggle out loud.
“What is so amusing, Danielle?”
Oh lord, did I just laugh out loud? I turn off my phone and tuck it into the pocket of my handbag.
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just Clarke wishing me a nice goodbye.”
“Is he your current boyfriend?”
“Clarke? My boyfriend?” I laugh out loud and turn to him and respond.
“Simone Clark is one of my best girlfriends. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
“I see,” he says in a casual voice, and for a slight moment, it even seems that he is relieved.
Hold on a minute, did Harrison Towers just inquire into my current relationship status? Yes, I do believe he did! Ha! Clarke is really going to get a kick out of this!
Harrison is engrossed in his work most of the plane ride to New York. I fall asleep mid-way through the flight. A six-hour flight to New York can be rather exhausting.
I wake up to the captain saying, “Ladies and gentleman, we are 20 minutes away from landing, flight attendants please prepare the cabin for landing.
I notice that I have a red airline blanket draped over my shoulders. I know damn well that Angela the perky blonde flight attendant didn’t drape this over me. H.T. just might have a sweet caring side to him.
“Did you sleep well, Danielle?”
“Yes, thank you for the blanket, it was chilly up here.”
“Yes, I want to make sure you are comfortable in my care. If you need anything during our stay, please do not hesitate to ask. If you cannot reach me for some reason, here is my card with my personal assistant in New York, available 24 hours a day. They will get you whatever you shall need at any time.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that, Harrison.”
“My pleasure.”
Oh yes, safe and secure I definitely feel. His looks are so breathtaking and for some reason the way he speaks to me has completely disarmed me. Still, all business and a sexy chill all over my body. I wonder what he’s like in bed. God I bet he can really rock the sheets!
We pull up to a white brick apartment building with huge picture windows on every floor. A green awning stretches along in the front with the name ‘Central Heights’ in gold writing. We ride the elevator up to the 10th floor and exit the elevator. We walk down the hallway and there is another private elevator. Again, he takes out a flat keycard and swipes the keypad to gain access. What is it with this man and keycards? I know that wherever this elevator is leading us will be top notch and no less.
The elevator doors open to a jaw dropping and exquisite loft. At least 20 feet high soaring ceilings and floor to ceiling glass windows. All of the furniture is white and soft to the touch, the floors are gleaming golden bamboo, and there is a large stone fireplace with candelabras at its base.
“Harrison, this is an amazing apartment.”
“Come. Let me show you the outdoor space.”
As he opens the sliding glass doors, I am overcome with the scene. There are no buildings blocking his view of lush trees and a park-like setting down below us. The city skyline rests in the background, and there are people running through the trails and walking their dogs in the park.
“Is that...?”
“Central Park. Yes. I love to run and cycle and this provides me with an opportunity to do both. There is a lot to do during the daytime outdoors and the dazzling city lights at night.”
The deck is large and private. The
glass
and railing come up to the bottom of my ribcage. The warm August air and slight breeze put me completely at ease. I’m in awe of this luxurious penthouse.
“What do you think of the penthouse so far?”
“It’s just perfect, Harrison. The city views are breathtaking.”
He smiles, “I agree.” He points down the hall and says, “Come, I will show you to the master bedroom.”
Master bedroom? Okay he must be giving me a tour. We walk through the great room of contemporary decor and clean lines, plush couches and glass/mirrored accents. We walk through two great double doors, and the floor is bamboo through the entire penthouse. A soft white rug fills most of the master and a large King size bed sits in the middle. The decor is masculine with feminine touches of silver, ice gray and green. Straight out of Horchow Magazine. It isn’t completely over the top, but comfortable, with a French flare in terms of the furniture. The room is complete with an enormous master bathroom that features a large soaking tub surrounded by candles, luxurious bath products in a basket, a flat screen TV, and one of those drains in the middle of bathroom floor. Of course, it’s an overflow tub, for those long lovemaking sessions in the bath with a place for the water to flow. Dear lord please help me, my thoughts have gone somewhere completely inappropriate again.
“You will sleep here, Danielle. I will take the second bedroom next to the office.”
“Oh please, Harrison, I would be more comfortable staying in the guest bedroom.”
“No, I insist. Besides, this is the best room in the apartment.”
“Well thank you, this is just lovely,” I say softly.
“It is my pleasure, Danielle. Now why don’t you take some time to relax or freshen up? I have a conference call that I will make in my office. I have made reservations at a quiet Italian restaurant that is right around the corner for 8:00 PM. We can go over your thoughts for the Portland property over dinner.”
“Yes, that sounds good, Harrison. I’ll be ready by 7:45.”
“If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask or call Eleanor’s number on the card I gave you. She is familiar with the apartment and is an excellent guide for the city.” He turns and heads towards his office, which has tall glass doors and a large wood desk with an iMac on the desk and two flat screens on the wall.
I close the double doors and sink to the cool hardwood floors. Good lord what this man has done to me! Now where does this ‘Everything happens for a reason’ fit into play!? Alright, enough over thinking things, I’m just beside myself that I’m actually working with Harrison Towers.
Hold on, hold on. I’m in New York in an over the top penthouse with Mr. Mogul himself and I’m sleeping in HIS master bedroom!? Clarke is going to die. I mean I’m dying! Wait... So no presentation? Just a discussion? All these materials I brought and he doesn’t even want to see? He just wants to discuss it over dinner. Even better, I won’t be so nervous!
My phone vibrates in my handbag next to me on the floor.
“Clarke!”
“Holy hell, Danielle, what’s the latest?”
“Clarke,” I whisper, “I’m in Harrison’s master bedroom in New York City!” My hand smoothes over the slick bamboo floors where I sit, still propped up against the oversize doors.
“Um, okay and where is Mr. Wonderful... Wait, are you snooping?” she bursts out with amusement.
“Simone, he gave me his bedroom for the duration of our stay. He said he insisted!”
“Stop it! Well he’s a smart man and what a gentleman move to make. That would for sure make the panties drop if it were me!”
“Clarke, I can’t believe you would even think that,” I say in disgust, “This is strictly a professional trip.”
“Girl, some men don’t care if it’s business or what you have going on, as long as they get some!”
“Okay, Clarke, there’ll be no nasty bed scenes going on in this all white penthouse... this is just inappropriate conversation.
“Ooooooh the penthouse. Simone likes!”
“Yes, you wouldn’t believe this place. I’ll snap some pics on my phone to show you when I get back.”
“No, send them over!”
“Oh no, I know better than that. They’ll be all over In Touch Magazine by the time I get back to Portland if I send them to you. God knows you’ll post them all over Facebook and bam worldwide!”
“Okay, okay I’ll wait. Be safe, use lots of protection and have lots of adult fun, Dani!”
“Bye, girl.”
“Ciao, Bella, don’t forget, men like it all tidy, girl. Everything smooth and ready for pleasure city!”
I nearly fall over when she says that! “Mind your manners! Goodbye, Clarke.” I seriously can’t believe that crazy woman.
Oh, Simone, what would I do without that girl. I unpack my things and open up the large mirrored closet doors. Hangers lined neatly in a row and beautiful built in cabinets with drawers. Two plush white robes hang in the closet with the monogram H.G.T.
Hmmmmm, I wonder what the G stands for, interesting.
I slip into the warm shower of the shower and the water flows over my anxious body. I must be in there for what seems like an eternity trying to relax and come back to reality. I can’t believe I’m showering in his shower and I’ll be sleeping in his H.T. signature sheets. I can’t help but think about how many women he’s brought back to this place. Is this his fuck pad away from home? From there I start to think about Bradley and his double life away from me. Are all men the same?
I grab a plush towel off the heated towel bar on the wall and wrap myself up as I step out of the shower. I think I’ll throw on a cozy robe from the closet and take a little power nap to recharge my batteries.