Falling for Her Boss Again

15. Familiar feel

Gemma

I still can't believe that Larry chartered a big ass jet for the two of us. I know that they're not cheap, I had booked several times for him and his Dad's business trips with their associates, when the company's jet was too small. I am well aware that Larry is filthy rich, but still, I am not used to this kind of treatment. I am not built to be spoiled.

The first-class treatment continues as Rolls-Royce chauffeured pick-up service drives us to the Ritz-Carlton. From there Larry checked us into their best suite looking over the Victoria Harbour.

It's our first day in Hong Kong and I am feeling intimidated already. Oh God...I don't know if the week will loosen up my nerves or tie me up in knots.

"Gemma, do you want to rest or go sightseeing? Or maybe visit the spa?" Larry asks just as I sit down at the posh seating area of the suite. He's opening a bottle of champagne that was already chilled as a welcoming drink. It was still too early to drink, but then maybe he was still feeling the time difference. Anyway, I am not going to refuse a glass since I need to relax and just keep on relaxing.

"Honestly, Larry, with this kind of suite I'd need a couple of hours to part my eyes from this view. Will you look at the view?" I pat the seat next to mine and he sits down and puts his arm over my shoulder. I sigh, scooting closer, and rest my cheek on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.

"I think I'll stay here for a couple of days," I say softly while caressing his chest and taking in the surroundings. It feels too peaceful to ignore and I want nothing more but to stay huddled up in the suite with him.

Larry chuckles lowly and kisses the top of my head while rubbing circles on the small of my back. We stay just like that for more than an hour before we take a sexy shower and cozy up in the soft comfy bed and watch Netflix.

The first day in Hong Kong turned out to be very easy and laid back. He even uses the butler service and gets our lunch delivered to our suite. In the afternoon, he decided to have the spa come to us and have the most relaxing couple massage, though I don't have any experience to compare it to. Dinner is also delivered to our suite and we lounge the day away using the hotel's fluffy bathrobes with only our underwear underneath them.

I don't feel bad about eating the hotel's finest cuisine since Larry and I make out a lot, and then we have sex, lots of sex that I think my pent-up virgin mind is to blame for. But still, I have no regrets.

Until night becomes morning again and Larry is scheduled to meet with Samuel at his new office location ten minutes away from our hotel.

"Here's my card. I want you to use it, or not, but just take it. It'll put my mind at ease."

"Larry, I'll probably watch Netflix again. You can take me out tonight. I really don't feel like sightseeing alone in a foreign country." I say but takes his card anyway. I do it easily since he said it'll put his mind at ease.

"The hotel has many things to offer, you can go swimming, check out their spa, or go down the shopping mall?"

"Hmm..." I waive his suggestions, lazily grab his suit, and pull him close for another lazy morning kiss. I can taste the coffee we had earlier. The man is already dressed for his meeting while I'm still in my tank top and panties. A stark difference from him. For a minute there, Larry appears like he has doubts about having to leave me already. It makes my insides warm with feelings that I can't even express to him. Not yet. It's too fast too soon. I may be feeling it, but I doubt that he feels the same.

"I really gotta go, whatever you decide to do, just text me and let me know, okay?"

"Okay,"

"I may have my phone on silent, so...um yeah, just text me."

He is being so sweet for worrying about me. He squeezes my ass as he kisses me hard one more time before letting me go and leave for his meeting.

The suite is dead quiet once Larry is gone. I already showered and had a small breakfast earlier with him. Feeling strangely alone, I decided to spend a couple of hours just being lazy and watching more Netflix. But it can only distract me for a couple of hours before I text him telling him I am going to walk around the shopping mall. I was thinking of looking for something to read because I spent yesterday in the suite all day long and my legs need to stretch.

It's a weird feeling to wander around by myself in a mall without any real purpose. I finally bought a book and a swimsuit before going back to the suite. The little shopping trip takes me less than a couple of hours. Another minute of gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows, I conclude that I am bored out of my mind without Larry. Or maybe I just need someone to talk to.

"Gemma? Tell me you have been enjoying your time alone?" Larry asks when he calls an hour after I get back to the suite.

"I'm bored, turns out it gets really boring being alone in a highrise hotel without my boyfriend in the room." He chuckles before I sigh only to stop myself seconds before I sound like an ungrateful companion. Larry is working and I should be supportive rather than complaining. Maybe I need to eat, I haven't eaten since breakfast. But the thought makes me shake my head.

"Have you had lunch?"

"Yes," I lie easily. However, it doesn't take long before I feel guilty doing so and I mask it easily by questioning him about his work. When Larry tells me he's going to take me to dinner I try to feel happy, but deep down the familiar anxiety is creeping over me.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to go about tomorrow and the next couple of days afterward. Then when he ended the call, I decided to rest back on the bed. The Victoria Harbour view is not as amazing as yesterday. It all looks mighty bland now that I'm alone with my thoughts. I still have two more hours before I need to get ready for dinner and so I rest my head and close my eyes.

"Gemma, baby?" Larry rubs my shoulder gently as my bleary eyes focus on his handsome face.

"Hey, sorry I must've overslept."

The telltale sign of my depression is making itself known. I really must call Dr. Sheridan. I don't think this vacation is making me relax.

"That's okay, do you still want to go out?"

"You look tired." I put my hand on his face. He seems to be a bit stressed out and it feels wrong to make him take me out to dinner when he can relax in the suite with me and order in.

"I'm fine, we can go out. You must be bored out of your mind."

"Well, I can tell you that I am indeed bored." I smile and continue telling him about my day, without telling him about my true feelings. I love him and seeing his face, I really can't tell him that I want to go back home, that I need my routine and keep myself busy with work.

So I push myself to accompany him to dinner. We have sex afterward, and then I sneak into the bathroom to take my anxiety pills when he has fallen asleep. My eyes are wide awake as I sit by the windows with my new book in hand though I still can't read past page ten. Maybe I should buy a different book, maybe I should get one of those self-help books.

When Larry finds me sitting in the dark, I lie telling him that I'm enjoying the view. I feel bad when he decides to accompany me and pulls me to rest back on his chest. We both eventually fall asleep on the sofa with me nestled peacefully in his embrace.