Half Full

Ten

It's a Friday, I have been working for Ced for the last two months, and I have to say that I am enjoying my work.
My first project was a success, the investors were impressed with my work.

Dilan was right, I am getting more offers to work for other companies but I keep declining them, not because I want to stay working for Ced's company but I need time to improve my work.

I need more experience and who knows, in a few months I might start my own interior designing company.

Ced has kept his word, he is keeping our work professional, although he now and then undresses me with his eyes, and tenses up when he sees me talking with other male workmates or the investors.

I normally wake up at 6am, get ready and by 7am, I am walking out of the house. Dilan being a workaholic, he is at his office by the time I wake up.
On Friday mum is usually at church with other women, counselling people.

On my way out, I here a car pulling up in the driveway, opening the door, it Ced with his jaguar. What now?

"Get in, we have a business trip to go to, we are late," he never greets. How rude!

"I did not know of any trip," I said as I got close to the car. Where exactly are we going? I don't have enough time to pack anything," I continued, but he had already opened the co-driver door for me.

"You talk too much, just get in. Everything is being taken care of," gesturing me to enter the car.

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Reaching out destination, I see a jet. My next instinct was to run back home, because I have not gotten used to flying. That is the reason I never visited my family and friends when I was away at Uni.

"Ced, what's this? Where are we going? I do not even have my passport on me."

"We are late Sam, I'll explain later. So shall we?" So we walked to the jet, just to see a huge capital Q on it, and also on the seats and tables inside as well.

We took our seats, he was seated opposite me, looking outside the window, when a stunning stewardess walked up to us, but mainly looking at Ced, undressing him! She has a death wish, I thought to myself. But Ced was too busy to notice.

"Refresments, Mr. Quinn?" She bent down showing her cleavage.

"Put them on the table, that would be all, thank you." Ordered Ced, without looking up, he was busy going through some documents.

"Care for a drink?" He asked me.

"I don't drink on flights." I said while the jet started.

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy.

Next thing, I feel a hand squeeze my hand, since I had closed my eyes. Opening them, Ced had got up from his seat, and sat beside me. I stiffened, wanted to move away.

"I don't bite," he said trying to make me focus on his annoying lines, because he knows they annoy me.

"Tell me about your life at Uni," he suggested. So I started talking, which distracted me from the flight, he listened.

"Sam, sam," someone was calling my name, but whispering. "Sam wake up, we have arrived in Berlin." I opened my eyes to see Ced.

"Oh my God, I slept off, sorry." I said trying to pull myself together, I had a blanket on.

"It's ok, I had the best view, but you were drooling and snoring, that was a turn off," he said leaning back.

I threw the blanket at him. "Shut up, I don't drool nor do I snore," we were both laughing when someone came and told Ced that the luggage was already in the car.

"So we are in Berlin, huh" I asked. "I don't have stuff to wear and other women necessities," I continued.

"Miss Eleanor took care of that, your luggage is already in the car, let's go," said Ced.

"Good evening Mr. Quinn, my name is Lars Schmidt, and I will be your chauffeur for your stay. Herzlich Willkommen (You are welcome)

"Danke Schön (Thank you), Lars," replied Ced. Damn, he knows German.

We reached at our hotel at 20:00 Central European Summer Time, Ced had booked a Suited but it looked like a home, he knew everything in there as though he had ever lived here. Our luggage was already there.

"You look tired, you should freshen up, dinner is at exactly 21:30. I'll show you to your room," so I followed him. He was holding a suitcase, which appeared to be very light.
He opened the room, put the suitcase on the bed.

"Whatever you need is in there, hopefully. My room is just across yours if you need anything, like scrubbing your back," he smirked on the last sentence.

"I am pretty sure I'll manage without your help," I replied quickly.
With that he went out and closed the door behind him.

After showering, tried to carry the suitcase off the bed, but it was heavier than when he carried it. I opened it on the bed, just to see clothes and shoes with expensive brands and tags. Wastage of money.
I looked for something simple to wear but all were too much for me.

I spotted this midnight blue, off shoulders, short dress, so I paired it with the black stilettos and a black clutch, followed buy the simple make up I could manage to put on.

Dinner was amazing, and I was starving, which is a nice combo. Both of us were so tired so each went straight to their room.