Ella's POV
I couldn't fall asleep again. I think I slept enough back on the plane. I sat up and took the chocolate that Lena packed in my bag, and put it inside my mouth. I live in chocolate. I smile to myself. I'm satisfied with the sweet effect I got from the chocolate as I slump back to the bed.
My mind drifts back to earlier in the plane, remembering what happened... Everything. It was a dream but it felt so real. If I didn't know my boss any better, I would have thought he touch and caress my cheeks. The simple thought alone of him doing that got me excited.
But I know better.
He will never do that. I'm not his type he prefers celebrities and models to be specific. And how did I get to know about that, Simple: for the past weeks that I have work with him I have seen who he goes out with or not and almost every week he is with a different person.
I am not a model neither do I have a model's body, the shape and curves I don't have.