❝You are your own worst enemy
You'll never win the fight
Just hold on to me, I'll hold on to you
It's you and me up against the world❞

Chapter Six:
Ex-Ventures
(cont'd)

I knew Innovus was a profitable company but it was only as I stepped into the private jet of Hans' father did I realize just how much money the billionaire raked in for himself. I wasn't a fan of people flaunting their assets in my face, let alone their freaking planes but this...this was something different. It was like something out of a movie. There were seats up front that looked more like sofas than actual seats (despite the safety belts), a bar in the far left corner, and a pool table in the center. I was more astounded at the idea that the door at the far end led to more.

"Soaking yourself up in the luxury?"

I ignored his cocky words and turned to face Hans, arching an eyebrow at him. "It's decent."

"You don't need to lie, Henderson. You have a thing for riches and glory. Every woman does. "

God, he knew how to twitch a nerve, but on the other hand, he also knew how to get me wet. Often, they went hand in hand. Hans was a man of many talents indeed.

"I'm attracted to modesty, actually," I scoffed, sinking down into one of the chair-slash-sofas. Damn, it was plush. "And you clearly have none since you're practically showering your rich, gold background in my face."

Hans observed me silently before sinking down on the couch opposite mine. He didn't smile or say anything for a while which was fine by me. Silence was a better medium for us sometimes. Often, talking just led to squabbles...which ended in sex. I glanced out the small window, noticing that the jet was already moving, getting ready for take-off.

"It was my father's idea."

I turned my head to look at him, confused. "Huh?"

Clearing his throat, Hans stretched his arms on either side of him before continuing in a disinterested voice, "This. Taking the private jet with you was my father's idea. I originally had tickets booked for our journey but my old man insisted."

"Oh."

My respect for Hans slightly increased upon hearing that. I wasn't sure if that was his intention by bringing that information into light. He didn't look anywhere near me, glancing out the window with a bored expression - certainly not one a man would have around a girl he'd bedded multiple times over the past week.

We settled into a comfortable silence, even after the plane took off. Spare for Hans bringing me a glass of Zinfandel, an inside joke between us that caused us both to smile, we didn't make much conversation. I was day-dreaming, my face resting on my palm as I peered out the window at the bed of clouds and beautiful blue sky. The idea of sky-diving shot through my head, making me a little queasy and excited at the same time, but it shot right back out when I heard Hans clear his throat.

"Yes?" I asked, not bothering to look his way.

"How's work?"

That was weird. He never asked me about my job. I looked over at him and found him staring at me in interest, feigning a blank expression that was easily readable.

I sighed in retirement. "What do you want, Hans?"

He smirked. "I'm just making conversation."

"No you're not. You're trying to find out about what's happening with Tim."

His eyes widened in mock surprise. "Why would I ever be interested in knowing what you and your office fuck-boy are getting up to?"

The answer was in the heavy undertones of sarcasm. Dropping the drama, Hans glowered at me from his chair opposite mine, no longer taking the effort to make this at all entertaining for me to witness.

"You two are still 'just friends', right?"

A curious smile played on my lips as I observed Hans. He had asked me that question quietly, almost sounding ashamed to do so in the first place as his eyes had flit away from my face, focusing on the table between us before meeting mine again with a blush spreading across his cheeks. He could go from being a dirty-talking sex god one second to a total 12-year old the next. I found it oddly attractive, seeing as my heart let out an uneven whomp at the sight.

I cocked my head to the left, a grin spreading across my face. "Why do you care so much?"

"I don't," he snapped, voice rising. He cleared his throat again. "I just think I should have a right to know if-" he stopped himself, pressing his lips together and tore his gaze away from my face. "Stop looking at me like that."

I contained a giggle and stood up, crossing over the side of the desk to where Hans sat. I surprised the both of us as I plopped myself down on top of him, my knees pressing into the soft leather on either side of his legs. He didn't say anything, just watched me with slightly wider eyes in fascination as I straddled him.

"I don't know what it is with your weird jealousy moods but no," I said, smiling down at him teasingly, "there isn't anything going on with me and Tim. Not before, now, or in the foreseeable future."

I could feel him let out the breath he had been holding. Wordlessly, Hans wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer till our foreheads were touching. I tried not to focus on the way he looked at me, with reverence and adoration. It was one of the things he did that had me fooled that I was more than just sex to him. To top it all off, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, fingers sifting in through my hair and loosening the band tying it up. It wasn't sexual, the way he bridged the distance between us, kissing me gently, almost barely out of fear that I might break away. It wasn't sexual at all..but it was tender, real and the most intimate Hans had dared to be so far.

"How much longer till we land in Cincinatti?" I asked, parting from his lips to stare into his eyes. His grip tightened on my waist, just enough to keep me from escaping. His thick dark brows rose at my question but he answered nonetheless.

"Another hour or so. Why?"

That gave us enough time.

"I have a question for you, Mr. Castellan," I maintained my coolness as I started to unbutton my shirt slowly, Hans following each movement of my fingers to the trail of skin I bore to him. I shrugged out of the shirt and made a show of dropping it to the floor, flashing him a wicked smile. His hands were still on my waist, steady as ever in keeping me above him but his eyes told a different story, watching me with the awe of a snake captivated by its charmer. I leaned in, pressing my upper body against his till my mouth was near his ear.

"Are you a member of the mile high club?"

"W-what?" he stuttered.

I moved back to smile at him, memorizing the way his face had flamed up at my question. God, he was precious.

Amused, I repeated, "The mile high club. You ever done it in the air?"

Hans gulped, visibly rattled by my attempts at seducing him. It was a first, I being the one in charge but I was pleased to see the kind of response this was eliciting from him. I was even more pleased to feel it against my inner thigh.

"No, I haven't." He sounded better, more like his confident self this time. I hated that. I was about to go back to breaking him when he stopped me with a question of his own. "And you, Ms. Henderson?"

The suggestive grin on my face was answer enough for him. He didn't let a reaction slip out on his face this time but voiced his judgment in a blank-toned insult.

"You skank."

I giggled under my breath, and pressed closer. He didn't stop me when I started kissing along his neck, enjoying the fuzz of his stubble tickling my nose, before kissing him full-on on the mouth. It felt nice being the one in control for a change. I could feel Hans shake in self-restraint beneath me but time revealed he had none. With a low growl from the back of his throat, he rolled up the sides of my skirt and took my panties off while I got to work on his belt buckle, equally as impatient. I steadied myself above him, his body heat radiating through the little distance between us.

My tone was mocking "Are you sure you want to do this? You should be a little more cautious about losing your flight-virginity."

The humor went unappreciated by Hans. He shot me a piercing glare, and guided my body down in one hard movement.

And just like that, he entered me.

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Song: Parachute by Cheryl Cole

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