Just Between Us

Chapter Three

Divya's POV

"This is a bit outrageous." I said as I walked out the private plane.

Elizabeth's private plane.

"This is the normal for me but I understand that it can be too much." Elizabeth offered me her hand as I took the last step of the stairs out of the plane, but I ignored it and kept walking.

"And my bags?" I asked.

"They are unloading them as we speak, my car is waiting for us right over there love." Elizabeth pointed to the black Rolls Royce parked in the middle of the airport.

I noticed the men in suits grabbing my bags and heading with them towards the car. "Where do you live?"

"In a penthouse near Lincoln Park, you don't mind staying at my place do you?" She opened the door of the car for me and I muttered a 'thank you' and she then slipped in after me.

"I don't mind, if I did I wouldn't be here."

"Great, do you mind sleeping in my bed too?" Elizabeth smirked—her brown eyes shamelessly roaming over me.

"You don't mind your security team listening to you getting rejected?" I gave her a mocking grin.

"They're paid to drive and follow not to overhear." Elizabeth pressed a button and a black wall covered our view from the man driving the car. "And now he can't see us either."

"Is that even necessary?" I asked.

"When I have company yes." Elizabeth shrugged. I looked down at her hand getting on top of my thigh before I grabbed it and put it back on her own.

"You mean you put that up to fuck women back here."

"Never in this car. I wouldn't put you in such a place." Elizabeth explained with what seemed sincerity but sounded also ridiculous.

"You better not put me in one of your whoring cars." Regardless it disgusted me the thought of being on one.

"Never." She repeated.

When we arrived at Elizabeth's place I didn't get to see it from the outside as the windows were tinted and the parking lot was underground—but by the elevator alone I could tell it would be ridiculous expensive. Elizabeth had told her security that she would take care of my luggage before we got into the elevator.

I saw her texting away on her phone and raised a brow, "Talking to your side chick?"

"No but I am talking to my chick on my side." Elizabeth locked her phone and looked at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I can't believe you just said that. Is that what gets all the women crazy over?"

The door of the elevator opened and Elizabeth gestured for me to go out first so I did as she carried my two bags.

"I don't know love is it working with you?"

"Non of your charms work on me unless you have a dick dangling between your legs."

"Not right now, but I do have one stored on the nightstand of my room I can show you it to you if you want." Elizabeth offered smugly—I could feel my cheeks involuntarily heat up at her comment.

I groaned, "Oh shut up, where's my room?"

I wasn't in total awe of Elizabeth's apartment because after seeing the one she owned back in Canada this one being just as ridiculously expensive looking, giant and with an spectacular view of the city didn't come as much of a shock. I followed Elizabeth up the stairs to the second floor of her penthouse and we stopped in front of a corridor.