The Boss

Australia - part 1

I wish I could tell you that when I woke up, I was held tightly in his arms, his morning wood pressed up against me. But no, that is not what happened. The man was in the exact same position he fell asleep in, and me? I felt the dried up drool stick on my chin and my left boob was almost falling out of my bra. No way in hell I took that off, if something happens I need to wear a bra to get the hell out of here. You never know is what I mean.

"Are you awake?" Toto's rough voice sounded like something from a bad porn but oh my god...
"Hey, yes, I just woke up. Did you sleep okay?" I asked him, propping myself up on my elbows
"Like a baby, you look... well rested." He chuckled, the fucker
"I look like a mess, don't test me." I growled and got to my feet and jumped over Toto to the floor. Toto chuckled and watched me gather my shit from my suitcase. He put his arms behind his head and just sat there.
"Can I help you?" I said, just a little annoyed and he held his hands high
"No, no, by all means continue please. This is entertaining to watch." He said and I obviously got flustered again, I grabbed a sundress for the rest of the evening it being thirty degrees celsius there at night.

We were going to land in three hours, Emma was preparing a small breakfast or dinner in this time zone and took all the sheets and pillows away so we could sit normal again. I went into the toilet and got myself ready, I cleaned my face and just applied some day-cream and lip balm before changing into my dress and fixing my hair. I opened the door and was greeted by Toto's chest in my face.

"I'm sorry Romée." Toto grinned and slipped past me into the toilet, he knew I was in here, why wait within two centimetres of the door

I sat back down in my seat and took a sip of the orange juice that was served with breakfast. It was a simple sandwich with cheese and lettuce, something that would stay fresh in the airplane. Toto came back the second I wanted to take a bite but him being shirtless made me choke a little.

"I forgot to take my shirt with me." He smiled and zipped open one of the garment bags to grab one of his personal shirts. He just stood there while he got dressed, go back into that toilet or something.
"I am going to eat." I simply stated
"Enjoy." He said and grimaced at the sandwich on both our plates. "I can't wait for tomorrow morning to eat my pumpernickel." He sighed sat across from me, taking a sip from his juice as I rolled my eyes "What was that?" He asked
"What?" I said with my mouth full, charming
"You rolled your eyes at me, why?" He sounded stern but still had the grin plastered on his face
"Because, you get to eat a sandwich on a private plane, there is no need to act all high class about a sandwich." I said
"I just prefer toasted pumpernickel, do you have any preferences?" He asked, his eyes focused on mine
"I like eggs." I said, sensing a bit of a double meaning in his question and he smiled at me
"Are you that easy to please?" He chuckled, why is he in such a playful mood when I want to kill him
"I like eggs, preferably scrambled or fried. A little runny with a slice of cheese and avocado on a piece of fresh sourdough bread." I rambled and he just laughed softly before taking a sip of his orange juice

I ate my sandwich in silence but felt Toto's eyes on me the entire time and every time I looked up, we made eye contact. Go work or something dude, you are freaking me out. After a while I decided to take a look at the schedule for the weekend again and make some notes on where we needed to go. Since I am not his pr manager or his executive assistant, I wasn't responsible for his media questions or his meeting points but I was responsible for the notes. I am always with him so I need to make sure I pay as much attention to everything as him. I make good notes, understandable and easy ones. I was aloud to record everything as well so I should keep that in mind.

We had wifi in the plane so I took the opportunity to talk to my family for a while since this weekend was going to be busy. After a while I got another text from Dan, asking if I was still alive or killed by Toto who had fallen asleep in his chair. I snapped a picture of him with his mouth slightly agape and his glasses on his nose and send it to Dan. He laughed and wished me good luck. Toto snapped his jaw shut and stretched out on his seat before buckling in.