Wow, I've been up all night packing. Turning my head and leaning over on the floor to see my clock that's on the dresser, I realized it was 4AM.

"Agh!" My arm collapses under me and I fall onto my back.

Staring at my ceiling, I realize how nervous I actually was for this trip.

Why are we going so suddenly? Why was he so serious? Why the Netherlands?

As I was thinking about all these questions that kept floating around in my head, I started dozing off.

"Princess, wake up."

Groaning, I roll over and curl up into a ball.

My body still kept shaking so I opened one eye and squinted at the monster who dared to wake me.

"Hi beautiful lady." Tyler grinned and winked at me.

He already packed my zipped up suit cases but not the one I fell asleep next to that is still wide open, with the collection box on top.

"We leave in 5." He glances at the suitcase and winks before walking out of my room.

I glance at the clock realizing it was 5:30 and I only got a good 15-20 mins of sleep.

"Ughhh. I'm exhausted and this is lame." I groan out, just hoping he'll hear me from the distance.

Rolling my eyes, I stand up and stuff the last few things in this suitcase and zip it up. I pull the handle up and wheel it to my desk and grab my purse and set it on top of the suit case.

Running into my closet, I quickly change into a comfy pair of shorts and a big hoodie and slip on my tan birks. Grabbing the suit case and my purse I drag it down the stairs and to the car.

Ryan is organizing the trunk and back of the car with all our suitcases. When he reaches up, his shirt rises up and I can see some of his back. And the veins on his arms tense up every time he picks up a suit case and moves it over.

Every little innocent move makes me want to reach out and feel his arm or rub my hand up —

"I'm not sure if he'd appreciate your staring Princess." Tyler sneaks up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist and puts his head on my shoulder.

He starts moving some of my hair away from my neck with his nose. I can feel my body start to lean into him; my body isn't listening to the thoughts racing around my head. I just want to push him away and ignore him, but my hand starts to glide up his leg and I feel him tense up behind me.

My hands lingers on his hands for a quick second,
"Ha! You wish," I laugh and push him off me and walk to the car and set my last suit case by the back for Ryan to put in the car.

I glance back over my shoulder and I can see Tyler is frustrated.  He has his hands covering his lower area and he glares at me across the way.
I just giggle and wink at him.

I don't understand why he would think I would do anything with him in front of his dad—

I mean anything with him—

Why would he think I'd do anything with him.

I get into the back seat and grab my headphones from my purse and plug them into my phone. After putting my headphones in my ears, I turn the volume up all the way.

This is going to be a long ass drive to the airport.

We boarded the plane and I have the window seat, sitting next to Ryan. Tyler is sitting a row back next to an older lady.

The lines weren't too bad getting in, but I am exhausted. I need to sleep so bad or I'm going to be cranky.

I buckle the seat belt and rest my head on my arm that's leaning on the window.

I start dozing off as the flight attendant goes over safety rules and emergencies.

"Amerie."

I jump out of fear, I've just been caught snooping around his office. I can feel my face get red out of embarrassment.

I set down some papers I was holding, " I'm so sorry, I just was looking for a book," I lied.
"I thought you would have it," I lied again.

I start rushing over to the door and go to pass by him, he grabs my arm before I can get to the door.

He's still looking straight ahead, but holding my arm tightly.

"You're hurting my arm Ryan," I whine and look up at him. His face is tense but there's something behind it, I just can't tell by the angle I have of his face.

He pulls me around so I'm standing right in front of him. He doesn't say anything, just stares down at me.

"Ryan—" I go to talk but I'm instantly cut off when his other hand comes up and he rests his thumb upon my lips.

"Bad girls get punished. Don't make me have to punish you," He sternly says, never taking his eyes off me.

My mouth gaped open, surprised to hear him say that to me. I didn't know what he meant exactly but I didn't want to find out.

Or did I.

His thumb is resting on my now open lips, my breathing gets faster. I'm aware of the tingling sensation his thumb is causing on my lips, and his hand on my arm is now burning with a wanting desire for it to slide more to the right and for him to grab my waist and pull me closer.

We just stare at each other, not sure what to do.

But he begins running his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes dropping to my lips.

I look down at the hand holding my face and his thumb that's slightly pulling down on my lip. And for some reason, I want more. Before I could even process what I was doing, I let his thumb slip in between my lips. Letting my mouth drop open more. I could hear his breath hitch in his throat, and his hand on my face that I was leaning into got tense.

I move my hand up to his, the one holding my cheek, and I move his hand so his thumb slips more into my mouth. I slowly start licking his thumb from the bottom up, closing my mouth I begin sucking on his thumb and swirling my tongue around, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Amerie..." he breathes my name out, warning me.

He pulls his thumb from my mouth but runs it over my bottom lip. His thumb pushing my mouth more open, but leaving my mouth and runs his hand from my cheek to my neck.

"Tell me when to stop," He looks at me again.

I can only nod my head.

His hand moves further down to my throat, he grips my throat slightly.

My head instantly rolls back and a moan slips through my lips.

"Amerie.."

"Mhmm," I moan out.

I feel fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp so I open one of my eyes, peeking out to see who's massaging my head and playing with my hair.

All I see is Ryan's arm resting on the arm of the seat and is across my face with his hand holding my head and playing with my hair. My head was resting on his shoulder.

I shift in the seat feeling slightly awkward with the dream I had, and I feel my legs tense together as I realize his arm is so close to my throat.

"Oh.. I - uh - I'm sorry."

I move his arm away from me and sit up in my seat.

All I can hear is his deep chuckle before he goes back to typing on his laptop.

When I look out the window, I realize we are about to land. The towns are closer in view and the trees are visibly green.

My hand instantly clutches onto the arm of the seat as we are about to land.

I feel Ryan's hand reach out to mine while he finishes up putting his laptop in the case and zipping it up.
He intertwines our fingers and holds my hand.

I look at him as he casually just did this and he doesn't glance my way once, just stares straight ahead.

What is up with this guy. He can't acknowledge anything he's been doing that's slightly off from his regular.

As the plane lands and we're allowed to get up and leave, I grab my purse from the floor and I go to get out before Ryan who is just sitting and looking at his phone.

As I'm leaning over him so I don't hit my head on the carry on area above us, I feel Ryan's hand on my thigh. He's still looking intently at his phone with his eye brows furrowed. I continue to crawl and lean over Ryan so I can get into the aisle. I feel his hand sliding up my thigh more and it brushes the inside of my leg, way too close.  The hand I have on his right thigh tenses up and my breathing stops and I choke on the breath that got stuck in my throat.

I get into the aisle and see Tyler is right next to me. He's helping the older lady with her carry on bag on top.

I walk down the aisle as everyone starts filing out of the plane.

"Welcome to Amsterdam, Netherlands!" The flight attendant announced as I walk past her.

"Okay, Tyler take this rental car," Ryan hands Tyler the keys to the rental car.
"Take Amerie and the suitcases to the hotel room."

"Sure thing," Tyler takes the keys and puts the last suitcase on the cart.

"I have to go to a meeting. But I'll be back tonight for dinner around 8, so we can all go out then," Ryan adds before answering his phone and walking away to get his other rental car.

Following Tyler out the airport and to the rental car, we begin loading the suitcases into the trunk and the back seat. We head straight to the hotel and don't say a word to each other.

We just finished checking into the hotel and now we're walking to the elevators.

"I think your room is 310," Tyler hands me the key to my room as the elevator doors close and he presses the 3rd floor.

I reach for the key to take from his hand but he grabs my hand and pulls me close to him.

"Tyler what're you.." I'm cut off by him smashing his lips to mine. His hand grips mine still and brings it to his shoulder.

I go to resist but I actually start to feel the heat between my legs and I just want to have fun while I'm here and experience new things.

So I start kissing him back.

My fingers get tangled in his hair as we deepen the kiss, I can feel him grunt against my lips when I bite his bottom lip. He picks me up and I'm wrapped around his torso. Pushing me up against the elevator walls.

Our breathing is heavy, and our hearts are racing. My hands are wandering his body, pulling at his shirt and running my hands over his well sculpted chest.

I drag my nails across his back as I try to bring him any closer to me.

Tyler pulls away from the kiss but goes straight for my neck. He pushes my head to the side with his hand allowing more access to my neck.

"God Amerie," I feel him whisper into my ear as he kisses down my neck and bites down on my shoulder. His hands that are gripping my thighs grip tighter.

I grind against him as he bites down harder on my shoulder.

The elevator stops at our floor and dings before the doors open.

Tyler carries me out of the elevator and slams me against the wall across the hall. My back arches against him and his mouth is exploring every inch of my collar bone.

His hands move away from my thighs, his body just pinning me to the wall, and he starts removing my sweater.

"Wait, Ty- Tyler I'm not wearing a shirt.. or bra," I warn him before he just goes and rips my hoodie off in this hallway.

"You're killing me Amerie," he groans out as his hands explore what was hidden under my hoodie. Each of his hands are on my breast, playing and pinching my nipples.

My head rolls back and my body arches against him more and a moan slips from my mouth.

One of his hands slide down to my waist and squeezes.

The elevator dings again, signaling someone is about to come out.

Tyler puts me down and kisses my neck and then my forehead before turning and walking down the hall to his room.

I'm still standing in the hall unable to move. My legs feel like jelly.

Catching my breath, I quickly grab my hoodie on the floor and cover myself. Walking down the hall to my room.

Searching the numbers on the doors, I finally find 310.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, I throw my hoodie to the floor and step out of my shorts. The door locks behind me. All my luggage and my purse are in the room already from room service.

So I walk straight to the bed and pull the covers down so I can slip into the cold sheets.

Sprawling my body across the bed, I close my eyes and try to take a little nap before going out tonight.