***
As Kayla sipped her drink, waiting for take-off, she took in her surroundings and acknowledged the fact that the plane was indeed a very luxurious one. The interior screamed luxury. The owner must be really rich she thought. She was yet to meet him. The pilot had come to say hello when she had gotten on board. Kayla thought he was a nice man. The hostess, Anna, was also a really nice lady.
The plane eventually took off and soon after, the pilot announced that they could feel free to move about the cabin. Kayla unbuckled her belt, snorting at the announcement. She was amused because the announcement made it sound as though there were lots of people on board, when in fact, she was the only passenger as far as she was concerned.
The owner had still not made an appearance. Either he was a lazy bum who was sleeping his life away somewhere on the plane, or he was a workaholic and was busily working, Kayla thought. That was what rich people did right? Work! Kayla knew he would show his face at a point as he was supposed to be her host in Dubai as well.
Andrew! Cole said he was a dean in one of the universities in Dubai. She had a feeling Cole was not disclosing something but he seemed to have a lot of faith in the man. He said they were very good friends and he was a good guy. She hadn’t known Cole had such a close pal in Dubai. Anyway, once Cole trusted the guy, Kayla knew she was in good hands. And she was still grateful that he had allowed her to enjoy his luxury plane.
“May I get you, anything Madam?” Anna, the hostess asked Kayla with a smile.
“Oh no. I’m okay for now thanks.” She said.
Kayla picked up her handbag from the mini compartment beside her seat and took out her book to read. But just as she was about to open it, she heard a voice that made her heart nearly jump out of her chest.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
With a gasp, Kayla looked up into gorgeous dark blue eyes that had been haunting her dreams for… years.
“Dean.” She breathed.
***
Kayla couldn’t remember a time she had been this deliriously happy. A determined Dean was a delightfully terrific guy. Right from the moment he had finally shown his face on the plane, to landing in Dubai, he had made Kayla fall even more in love with him. For a moment on the plane, Kayla couldn’t believe he was the same Andrew Cole had spoken of. Dean had to show her his passport to prove that Andrew was indeed his middle name.
“He didn’t lie to you, Kay,” Dean said trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up within him.
“Yeah, whatever.” Kayla had snapped with a mock scowl. “A dean in a university in Dubai? Really?”
Dean had laughed so hard he had erupted into coughs, alarming a scowling Kayla who quickly handed over her apple drink. “Here, drink this before you die on me you jerk.”
“Your boss is the jerk,” Dean said after gulping down the drink and catching his breath. “Is that the best he could come up with?”
“You are both morons.” Kayla retorted, and then with a sudden groan, buried her face in her palm. “D-B 001. I should have known.”
“Don’t beat yourself up hon. I was the last person you expected to be your ticket to Dubai.”
“Yeah tell me about it.”
And Dean had made her flight a blissfully memorable one. She hadn’t slept a wink. They had watched movies, played scrabble, ate really delicious meals, and generally had fun.
When they got to Dubai, Kayla got to know that Dean had booked them into the elegant Burj Al Arab hotel, which was consistently voted the world’s most luxurious hotel. Kayla had a whole suite to herself. They were both so tired they had gone straight to bed. Kayla woke up around nine p. m. to her bedside phone ringing. It was Dean.
“We have to eat sometime Kay.” He drawled.
Kayla laughed softly, stretching. “God I’m famished.”
“Good. I’ll be at your door in fifteen.”
“I’ll be ready.”
When Kayla opened her door, Dean gave a low whistle. She was looking hot and elegant in a perfect hourglass-shaped maroon alluring tulip dress, which had a really low v-neck, shirred waist, and draped skirt. Whilst the dress’ low neck gave a hint of Kayla’s creamy breasts, Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off her exposed beautiful thighs. Black platform heels completed the chic look. Dean swallowed and took a deep breath.
“What are you trying to do to me? Send me to an early grave?” His voice had gone husky.
Kayla chuckled. “They did say dinner was a formal affair Dean.”
“Yes but this…” He trailed off staring at her creamy cleavage.
“Hey, I’m up here.” Kayla laughed. “Dude, I didn’t know I was coming on this trip with you. I just packed what I thought would feel comfortable. So don’t think I’m trying to seduce you or anything. ‘Cause I’m not.”
“I won’t complain if you do.” Dean drawled making Kayla burst into laughter. “Come, let’s go eat.”
At the restaurant, almost every man ogled Kayla, making her groan softly. Though she was used to men ogling her all the time, the attention she was getting was rather absurd. That was probably because almost every woman there was…covered up. So much for being comfortable.
“Told ya.” Dean chuckled beside her.
“Do you think I should go and change?”
“Hell no,” Dean said pulling out a chair for her to sit.
“Perv,” Kayla muttered, making Dean laugh.
They were served food that was so exceptionally delicious the flavour lingered in their minds long after the meal was over.
“That was some good food,” Dean said standing up and reaching for Kayla’s hand. “Now let’s go explore Dubai.”
They were driven around town in Dean’s luxury jeep, a sleek 2014 Lexus GX 460, taking in the beautiful sights, with Kayla particularly taking note of the shops which she could visit the following day. Dean had been to Dubai several times as he had a branch of his firm in the country. He, therefore, didn’t need to look around so rather used his time to watch Kayla’s delightful expression. He thought she was totally adorable.