The CEO's Match

Arrival

As the jet leveled out and we settled into cruising altitude, I could feel the soft hum of the engines beneath me, a soothing reminder that for the next few hours, I had Alexander Blackwood all to myself. I glanced over at him, still absorbed in his tablet, and decided it was time to up the ante.

I swirled my champagne flute, watching the bubbles dance in the light. With a mischievous grin, I leaned forward slightly, catching his eye. "So, Mr. Blackwood, any exciting plans for the trip? Or are we just here to watch me drink champagne and look fabulous?"

He barely looked up, his eyes flicking over the screen of his tablet. "The less you know, the better."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the mysterious CEO routine. Classic. But surely even someone like you has a few secrets you're willing to share. I promise I won't tell anyone."

He let out a short, sharp laugh, shaking his head. "If I told you everything, you'd probably use it against me."

"Me? Use inside information for personal gain? Never!" I said, putting on my best innocent expression. "I'm just here to make sure everything runs smoothly, remember?"

He didn't respond immediately, his eyes still focused on his tablet. I could tell he was trying to maintain his composure, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. I was getting to him, and it felt like a small victory.

I took another sip of my champagne, letting the bubbles tickle my senses. Then, I set the glass down and leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs provocatively. "You know, it's hard to believe someone as powerful as you gets so caught up in the minutiae of business. Doesn't it ever get... boring?"

He looked up from his tablet, his gaze sharp. "Boring? Hardly. But if you're implying I should be more entertained, perhaps you could give me some suggestions."

I laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "Oh, I'm sure you have your own ways of keeping entertained. I just thought I'd offer some variety. You know, spice things up a bit."

Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly. "Spice things up? I'm not sure I follow."

"Come on, don't tell me you've never wanted to just let loose and have a little fun," I said, my tone suggesting I knew more than I let on. "There's a whole world outside of corporate boardrooms and profit margins. It's not all spreadsheets and strategy sessions."

He shook his head, a wry smile appearing. "If you're trying to lure me into some sort of philosophical discussion about the meaning of life, you're failing."

"Oh, I'm not trying to lure you into anything," I said with a wink. "I'm just here to keep things interesting. Can't have you getting too comfortable, can we?"

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze still fixed on me but now tinged with something like amusement. "Interesting is one way to describe it. More like relentless."

I tilted my head, giving him a curious look. "Relentless? I prefer to think of it as persistent. After all, someone has to keep you on your toes."

He sighed, a gesture that seemed almost resigned. "And you're certainly doing a good job of that. Just don't expect me to let my guard down."

I smiled, knowing that was exactly what I wanted. "Wouldn't dream of it. After all, a little challenge keeps things exciting, don't you think?"

For a moment, the plane was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engines and the occasional rustle of papers. Alexander returned to his tablet, but his earlier focus seemed slightly compromised. I could see him stealing glances at me, his attention divided between his work and the unexpected entertainment I was providing.