Miss Montreal

Chapter 7: Mr. Mezzo Italiano

She was seated comfortably, angling her body towards him. For a minute Thorin berated herself on what was she supposed to do as she stared at Lucas. He was trembling, his forehead was damp from sweat. "Baby steps, baby steps," she mumbled to herself.

Her mother's opinions could go to hell! She's a woman, independent and aged ready for marriage.

Wow.

She was thinking of marriage for the first time in her mind. She reached for her D&G bag, fishing out her white handkerchief. Slowly she leaned in, and dab the handkerchief on his forehead. Upon realizing, Lucas grabs her hand and pulled his eye mask, as well as his headphones. Thorin could feel his calloused hands yet sweaty hands on her wrist. Nonetheless, she paid no attention, she stared at his amber orbs and lost herself in it. "Miss Mont--"

"Hush!" Lucas immediately released her wrist, realizing that her date is drilling holes on his head. He straightened his sitting position, rubbing his hands on his black trousers.
"Do you need anything Ms. Montréal?" Trying not to croak, because of his anxiety and fear. He could still hear the deafening beating of his heart. Thorin surprisingly notices his apprehension, before she could answer him the cabin crew approaches them. "What can I get you Ms. Montréal?"

Without facing the cabin crew, "A little peace. Can you please pull the curtains?" she said curtly, not breaking the staring game she started with Lucas. The crew pulls down the curtain that separated the seat from the main aisle of the plane. Secluding them from Edward's prying and annoying face.

A pregnant silence loomed over them, her emerald against his amber. It was crazy to think that Thorin could feel her heart beating like crazy against her ribs. Lucas could feel himself worsen, but he wasn't scared. The loud beating was calming him even. It was odd, he thought.

Thorin smiled thoughtfully at him, "What?" Lucas furrowed his brows together puzzled at his lady boss's sudden change. Was this an illusion?

"W-What." He closed his eyes, pivoted his head away from his boss. Did he stutter? He just cannot believe he stuttered in front of her. Thorin noticed his unreadable face, her lips curved up into a sly smile with a plan in mind as she moved closer to him.

She looked down at denim skirt to her bare legs, she raised her right leg and placed it on Lucas's left thigh. She then lifts her left leg placed it on his left thigh. She could feel Lucas's straightened and stiffened, she hid her grin. His body heat emitted through her legs, he swallowed an imaginary lump. He's a man, after all, he had control over this or not. Her legs were long and smooth. A total killer, but he should remember that this is his boss.

"Your legs are lovely and all but this is inappropriate Ms. Montréal," he wanted to touch her legs and shoved it away from his thigh but he can't touch his boss can he now? Thorin inwardly groans at what he said, but he did say she has lovely legs. She swings her legs shamelessly, making his thigh move too. She swears she could hear him groan, but she'll think of it as a moan.

Thorin placed her head on his left shoulder, she took in his cologne that could make herself frenzy. She reached out for Lucas's left hand and laced it with her right hand. It was like her hands were made for him. His hands still sweaty but she didn't care, this was perfect for her.

Surprisingly, Lucas let her. He knew she was distracting him from his phobia.

Distracted alright, he could feel his blood rushed down towards his groin. Relax. Lucas thought of bitter things to distract himself from this sinful situation he caught himself in.

Lucas inwardly berating himself for letting her do things she shouldn't do to him. He felt her slim hands around his, it felt right but wrong at the same time. As he breathed her lavender scent, he felt the nostalgia and very familiar swirling emotions buried deep within him. He was scared of the peeling layer of the emotions that he buried years ago. He would be screwed again he will let it unravel. He could feel his heavy eyelids as he drifted away to sleep.