10 Chapter 10

"Luke, take us to the jet field."

"Right away, sir."

After a 20 minute drive, we're here. In the jet field, where my private jet stands. We hop out of the car as Luke gets on the plan and transports my suitcases there. Rod comes down from the plane and says,"Mr. Godfrey, good morning and Mr…?"

"Good morning, Rod. And this is Mr. Carter." I say, smiling as Lucas is too busy gaping at my jet. What gives?

Rod nods at us as he leaves. Well, yes, I own this, Lucas. Welcome to my world.

"Do you…you know, er, own this jet?" Lucas mumbles.

"Ofcourse, I do." I signal him to get inside the jet.

We both use the stairs as we get inside my plane, and take the seats, facing eachother.

"Would you like some champagne, Mr. Godfrey?" Nicole, my flight attendant scurries in.

"Sure, Nicole. Thank you. Two glasses please." I smile kindly. She nods and goes to fetch the champagne.

"Do you like it? The jet?" I ask, grinning at Lucas.

"I'm impressed. But, you're misusing your company's aviation fleet." He frowns at me. What?

"This is my company, Lucas. It's not misusing. Can you please say 'thank you' for once?" I narrow my eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. Thank you." He leans back against the plush leather seat.

Now, atleast he's not scowling anymore. God, what is with this guy?

Nicole comes in with two glasses of champagne as Lucas and I take our glasses.

He's wearing a tight black shirt which complements his muscular frame and denim blue jeans, which tightly hugs his legs. He looks handsome. Very handsome.

"So, this is what you do to chill out? Unplanned trips?" He takes a sip of his champagne.

"Ah, yes. I'm a wealthy man. I can afford it." I smirk.

"I can see that." He grins as he opens the first two buttons of his shirt.

What is he trying to do? Is he desperately trying to goad me?

"Hot, in here. You know." He gives me a devilish grin. Fine, two can play a game.

He gives me one of his award winning smiles, and I don't know what to do with him. Self-control, Godfrey. My brain reminds me. I'm not good at controlling myself, as I am in controlling people, though.

"Mr. Godfrey and Mr. Carter, I'm Zach Rodriguez and I'm your pilot. Your plane will be taking off shortly. Please put on your seatbelts." The pilot announces.

I get absent minded for a second, and the champagne glass tips over, as the liquid falls on my shirt. What a ridiculous day!

What should I do? I can't handle wearing this drenched shirt throughout the whole flight. I frown.

"Damn. You need a handkerchief?" Lucas speaks, sipping his champagne.

"No, I'll manage." I grin.

I get up from my seat and loosen my tie. I know what I'm doing. Lucas doesn't seem very concerned about me opening my tie. Good, he doesn't know what I'm going to do. I start unbuttoning my shirt. When, I'm half-way done, it seems to catch his attention. He gapes at me as if I'm doing something illegal. I do a quick work of the rest of the buttons, as I open my shirt.

Revealing my toned chest. Lucas gulps down his champagne all at once and he abruptly stands up. What do you want now?

"Well, maybe, uh…um, you have a toilet or a, you know, washroom, in here?" He is trying hard not to look down at my chest. Well, I'm half naked, wearing a jeans in my jet. Fine. Now he needs the washroom. What an excuse.

"Follow me." I say, as I walk down the aisle and point out the washroom for him. The plane has already taken off by the time I reached the washroom.

"Can you, you know…stay, near the door? I'm scared someone will lock me from outside." He says, flushing scarlet. Is it due to me opening my shirt or is he really scared of flying? I would be happier if it's the first one.

"Sure, I'm waiting." I chuckle, as he gets in the washroom and locks it from inside. Suddenly, the plane takes a sharp left turn. Woah, must be the turbulence.

I'm standing near the washroom, leaning against the wall waiting for him to come out. Good god, what is he doing for so long in there?

He opens the door to come out, when the plane inclines to the right and I lose my balance, and he lands on top of me.

Good thing. I'm lying on the aisle, shirtless and Lucas is on top of me.

When, I thought he'd get up, the plane starts jerking and he grasps me even tighter, not making a move to get up.

I wrap my arms around him until the jerking stops. I don't know when it stops, but it feels like an eternity. I could get used to this. He lying on top of me, when I'm shirtless.

Finally, he gets up and analyses the situation about what he was doing. I get up as well.

"You know, I'm uh…sorry, I didn't realise you were on the floor...um shirtless." He looks down at my chest.

"See something you like?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Uh, you should…you know, put on a shirt." He says, running a hand through his shiny brown hair. That's a nervous habit.

"I'd rather not, it's you know, hot in here." I smirk, pleased at his uneasiness. Maybe he's into guys.

"Okay, no clothes." He states. What? I walk towards him, as my hands reach up to caress his cheek.

"Uh…sorry, I mean, no shirts." He blushes, and averts his gaze to the floor. Oh, this is going to be fun.