Kiara's POV:

For once I'm not cursing when the alarm clock sets off, for a matter of fact I was so excited I hardly slept in the first place. Even if it got damn late last night. At least I earned quite a bit of cash, which might come handy in Dubai.

Damn I have hardly ever left London, despite the country and now I will be flying to Dubai. Luckily, I had a passport made last year, as I originally had planned working abroad. Now I have this amazing opportunity, which I still can't quite believe.

I've been tossing and turning wide awake in bed since 4am, meaning my phone is safe for one more day. Jumping underneath the shower, I wonder what the showers will be like in the place we will be staying. No matter what, it can't be any worse than here.

Everything said at the lunch break yesterday, still seems like a dream to me and I'm waiting to wake up out of it any second. One thing I can't get off my mind was the look on Dean's face at the beginning, like total remorse. Did he honestly think I was thinking he was sexually harassing me?

I mean sure, he cornered me, but I am sure if I had really wanted he would have let me go any time. And he wouldn't have touched me in a way I wouldn't want to. Afterall even his grip on my wrist was light enough to shake it off at any point.

It's not that he scares me to do something against my will, it's more that it scares me that I would do something I regret. The moments between the two of us can get very intense, too intense and my brain simply fails when he comes close.

And now I am going on a trip with him. So much for keeping the distance. How much time will we be spending in the meetings? I mean during the meetings I can't do something dumb, can I? So I hope we spend as much time in the meetings as possible. Then again, I would like to see at least a bit of the place, the only things I know about Dubai is what I have seen on TV or in magazines.

Will it be as luxury as they always show? I mean Dean is loaded, I'm sure he wouldn't have booked us into something simple. Then again even something simple would probably be far better than this shite hole I'm living in right now. Perhaps I should just miss the flight back and stay there for forever, would make things easier. And for a matter of fact I know I could earn a lot of money there, just like I did last night. Perhaps even more.

After getting ready, I take a quick look into my tiny mirror. A plain slight creme coloured dress with a red belt and red patent high heels should be fine, right? I mean, god I don't know what you wear for a meeting in Dubai. Slowly I am starting to feel more and more nervous.

A look at my watch tells me it's ten to seven. If the driver is early, I might get him to hold at the bakery for me. I quickly put my bundle of cash from last night into my bag and head down with my tiny suitcase and bag.

Damn why is there already a noise coming from the living room? No one should be up yet, or are they still up? As quite as possible I sneak past the living room and out of the door. Thank god, without being caught up.

A man in his maybe mid thirties is leaning against a black Mercedes completely dressed in a black attire and the windows of the Mercedes are shaded, making it impossible to look into the inside. What the hell? This looks like the mafia or as if I was some super important prominent person.

"Good morning Ms Summers, I'm David your driver for today. May I help you with your luggage?" he sends me a huge smile, showing off dimples on both sides. He's handsome, like really handsome looking.

"Ehm I could just put it in the boot it's fine", I answer with a smile back.

"Ms Summers", I interrupt him directly.

"It's Kiara, please."

"Fine Kiara, that's my job", he says with a million-dollar smile. "Is that all you have?"

"Yes, should there be more? I mean It's only 2,5 days, right?", for a few seconds I feel insecure again.

"Right, it's just unusual for a woman only to come with such a tiny suitcase and a hand bag."

"Well David, I'm not like most of the women and this is all I need I hope. Otherwise suck it, if that's not up to other peoples expectations, then that's their problem not mine", I now say with more confidence, already feeling better and making David chuckle.

When David reaches out for the door handle of the car to open the door, I stop him immediately. "Don't you dare open that door for me. I'm not a spoiled brat ass, who needs someone to open the door for me. Keep that up for Mr Arlington, he might need that. And as you aren't taking me out on a date either, I am very well capable of opening the door myself without worrying about some broken nails or something."

"Now I get what he means with feisty. I like your attitude, even if it's part of my job and I think it's only polite to hold a door open for a lady", David chuckles. He? Does he mean Dean?

"Well no need with me, I like to feel the car and feel the way the door closes, hear the thud the moment it does. As it sounds different on every car", I nearly purr the words.

"A little car freak?", he asks from the front seat with amusement lacing his voice.

"Yes a little perhaps", I chuckle. "David, can we please stop at the bakery on the corner, I need some breakfast?", I ask him.

"No need Ms...I mean Kiara. You will be provided with everything during your flight."

Ok, so breakfast on board included. We will probably be flying first class then, I mean Dean Arlington probably wouldn't book anything else than that anyway.

Reaching the airport my excitement rises and I am very surprised as we don't head for the main entrance at the airport but drive past it to some gates with security guards stood there. David hands them a piece of paper and his passport and shortly later we drive through the gate straight to a runway.

Only a few minutes later we come to a stop in front of something which seems to be a private jet. Outside I already see Dean talking to some crew members. Dumbfounded I stay put for what seems a while, simply staring outside the window, while David is unloading my tiny suitcase.

Just as Dean is about to open my door, I hear David say: "I'd leave it if I were you, she might chew your spoiled brat ass alive."

Of course he had to use my words I said beforehand and for a moment I facepalm myself. "Spoiled brat ass it is today?", Dean chuckles once he has opend the door and reaches out a hand to me.

Ignoring his outstretched hand I get out and walk past him. "I meant people in general who need the car door being opend for them, besides on a date", I lie. "But if the shoe fits you, well then..." I trail off.

"Ah a sunshine as always", Dean teases and I can see from the corner of my eye how David is trying his hardest to stifle a laugh.

"So a jet? Are you fucking kidding me? Why didn't you just book us flights?"

"Why book a flight, when I own a jet? Do you have any idea, how often I have to fly somewhere because of my business?"

"Of course he owns a jet, spoiled brat", I mumble underneath my breath. Apparently not quiet enough as he retorts.

"You better stop bitching, or I might decide to leave you in Dubai and sell you", he moves a little closer, "I'm pretty sure your sweet little ass would bring me some decent money."

Even knowing he is joking, my mind blacks out especially with him being so close. And sweet little ass? "They'd hunt you down for it, as soon as they realize what kind of trouble they have gotten themselves into with me." Alright this might have been more on me than on him, but why does he have to smell so damn good and confuse me?

"True and I don't need international enemies. Right, now move your ass on that plane as we will be departing very soon."

"Are you comanding again Mr Arlington?"

"Are you disobeying again Ms Summers? This is business and I will gladly remind you about your own words."

Huffing I move but also because I am curious to see the inside of the plane. Once I step in, I gasp. This can't be right, this is definitely somekind of weird, beautiful and very realistic dream. The whole inside is held in a mix of creme coloured seats, cushions and curtains, contrary to the darkwood. This is something you'd expect to see in these super rich movies.

"So this is how you probably spend the time impressing all the ladies they talk about in the magazines. You probably joined the mile-high years ago, I guess." Well there it was again, not thinking before speaking, my hand quickly clasps across my mouth again, much to the amusement of Mr sexy, spoiled brat Arlington.

"Well it's not like I would mind joining it, but until now there hasn't really been the opportunity.", His words make me flush bright red like a tomato. "You shouldn't believe everything the magazines write. As soon as I am seen with some female, they make a fling out of it. To be precise you are only the second woman to be flying with me. So no mile high club", he chuckles.

"So, it's only for business flights?"

"Well mostly, but sometimes I do use it privately, it's only that I don't really have much freetime you know."

Once seated, I can't quite figure out how to put the belt on. You'd think driving a sports car like mine would give you practice, well somehow this doesn't apply to me. Or I'm simply too excited. Dean losens his seatbelt again, walks around the table which is between us and comes over to me.

"May I?", he points to the belt which is already getting tangled. Defeated I shrug and let go of the seatbelt. Dean sits down next to me and reaches for it, as his bare skin brushes over my arm I shiver slightly and as his hands reach around my waist I stop breathing for a moment. Even after the seatbelt is secured, his hands linger there for a moment and his eyes dart up to mine.

There it is again, this intense feeling, not quite as extreme as it was after fighting, but it's there.

"We will be starting any moment Mr Arlington, are you ready?", the stewardess appears.

"Hmmmh", is all he replies while nodding and moving back to his seat.

"Great breakfast will be served as soon as we have reached our full flying height. Otherwise if anything is wrong you know, you just need to call", her voice definitely sounds seductive, but Dean doesn't react in anykind of way, instead he simply stares out of the window not saying a single word.

As I have never been on a plane and don't exactly know what to expect I start panicking slightly.

"You ok?", Dean directs to me as soon as he notices.

"Yep, it's just a totally new experience to me. I've never flown before", I admit.

"It will be fine", he tries to calm me and reaches across the table. "Here hold my hands, and if you feel too scared just squeeze them, that will help."

"No, it's fine", but as soon as the plane starts taking off, I do reach out for his hands, squeeze my eyes shut and start singing in my head.

"Ms Summers, open your eyes", Dean says softly. As I'm unsure whether I want too, I decided to only open one slightly. "Take a look out of the window."

"I can't", I decline while shaking my head.

"Ms Summers do it, now", he demands and I know he isn't going to give in.

Turning my head carefully to the window I do dare to take a look. "I can't see a thing."

"That's because we are flying right through the clouds at the moment. The scariest part lies behind us and once we get through the clouds which won't take long anymore, the view will be amazing. I'm sure you are going to like it", he reasures me now.

And he is right, as soon as we are above the clouds and the bright sun is shining on the clouds below us, it's one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. Letting go of Dean's hands I pick out my smartphone to take pictures, this is something I want to keep in memory. Right now I feel like a small child who is exploring the world.

"And do you like it?"

"It's beautiful" I admit full of astonishment.

"Yes, absolutely beautiful", he whispers.

Hearing him clear his throat, I turn to him but his eyes dart away. Only moments later the stewardess comes with our breakfast and my eyes widen. I don't even know if in shock or astonishment.

There's anything to please you on that huge tray she places between us: eggs, bacon, sausages, a cheese platter, bread rolls, croissants, scones, blueberry cupcakes, cinamon rolls and loads of fruit and a variety of marmelades.

"Damn are you expecting visitors or something to join us? Or is there a secret football team on here?"

"Well it's a long flight and I wasn't quite sure what you would like, so I decided to have a good variety prepared."

"Well this sure is a variety. I mean I had a variety of three times different noodles this week, but I guess this beats it", I chuckle, even if I think this is a waste of food and I don't like food being wasted.

As if Dean could read my mind he answers. "Don't worry the left overs won't be wasted. They are going to be spread for homeless, there is more on board for them anyway. Just eat what ever you please. Oh and what would you like to drink?"

There's fresh orange juice on the table and I point at that.

"Something warm perhaps too? There's a great machine here on board you can have what ever you like."

"Fine a latte macchiato then please", Dean gives the stewardess a sign and tells this Nancy, who is making googly eyes, what to serve us to drink.

"Do you need help, to losen your seatbelt?", he asks and I shake my head, indeed I at least manage to open it by myself. "By the way, you always call me Mr Arlington, please call me Dean. All my employees do."

"Then please call me Kiara", I offer with a smile.

While eating we keep to some small talk and I must admit I feel really relaxed and enjoy the food. Even if it's like they say, in the heights everything tastes different. After the long breakfast Dean and I work through the presentation together. For that he moves around to sit next to me.

Every now and then I steal a glance at him. Why does he have to be so damn attractive? Having an ugly boss would make things way easier. Especially seeing as we are nearly the same age.

"We will have a small meeting with one of the partners this afternoon and a longer one tomorrow starting at lunch time."

"Yay, that means I can sleep decently", I chuckle. "What about the rest of the time?"

"If you are lucky, I might entertain you and show you around a little. Dubai is an interesting place to go."

"Oh I don't need someone to entertain me, I am very well capable of taking care of myself."

"Here we go again, just as I thought Kiara Summers was being human", he rolls his eyes and I swat him playfully.

Time seems to fly, while we work through everything and Dean explains to me, what I have to expect and at what points he hopes for my help. We change some things in his prepared presentation after I explain my point of view. Before I can even realize how much time has literally flown by, the stewardess asks us to fasten our seatbelts as we will be landing.

Without even asking, Dean reaches for mine and fastens it.

"Thanks", I say a little embarrassed. "Ehm Dean, would you mind staying here? It's just I'm a still a little scared. Just if that's not too inconvenient for you." That cost me all my willpower to speak it out loud. This does scare the shit out of me and he does calm me a little, as much as I hate to admit to it.

Smiling he fastens his own seatbelt and reaches me a hand, without saying a single word.

As exciting as all this flight was, I am glad once we are seated in a car and reach a huge hotel a short while later. Dean leads me to my room. Before parting in front of it, we make out to meet up in the lobby in half an hour, to head on to the meeting.

Entering my room I nearly freak out. This isn't a room, it's a huge suite. Squealing I literally throw myself on to the huge bed. This is definitely a dream, a dream I hope that will last for a while. After hugging the huge cushion pile on the bed I stand up to look around. The bathroom is pure luxury and as huge as my livingroom at home. Everything is out of marble and gold.

And the shower..... I think I might just spend my whole freetime in this shower. The only thing confusing me is the amount of buttons, where is the faucet? As much as I would like to figure it out now, I know I don't have enough time. Instead I take a couple of minutes to simply refresh myself at the sink and take a look around. The most amazing thing I guess is the view out of the large window screens, which go from top to bottom and along the whole outer wall. We are on floor 55 which serves for a perfect view over everything.

*******

Our meeting works out fairly well for the first day and I can see a relief on Dean's face as soon as we leave the meeting room.

"Hard for me to admit, but you saved my ass in there", Dean praises me while exiting the skyscraper. "You really did a great job, pointing out things even I couldn't see. Even if tomorrow is the harder meeting, I'm nearly sure we are going to be just fine. I would like to invite you for dinner tonight as a thank you, if that's fine with you?"

Spending the whole day together and now even the evening isn't exactly keeping distance. Then again, he knows this place and it might be better to stick to him, so I accept the invitation.

We make out for him to pick me up in one and a half hours, as his suite is just down the hall.

After the best shower I have ever had in my life, I wear one of those fluffy barthrobes. Just as I am starting to blow dry my hair a knock interrupts me. Only fourty minutes have past, why is he so early?

Only peeping my head through the door due to my bathrobe, I'm surprised to find a woman in front of my door.

"Excuse me Ms Summers, I am supposed to hand you this", the lady says while holding out a large box to me.

"Are you sure, this is for me?"

A polite smile appears on her face, "Yes Ms Summers, see", she points to the label with my name on it.

"Well, thank you", leaves my mouth while taking the box a little confused.

Laying it on my bed I open the fancy black box with a white ribbon on top. On top of a layer of fancy satin paper, which is wrapping something up, I find a card.

Dear Kiara,

thanks for your amazing work. Wear this for our dinner tonight. Your high heels from today should be matching.

Dean

Unwrapping what is hidden in the box, I find a very exclusive looking red dress. It doesn't show any cleavage, has 3/4 lenght sleeves, the length reaches my knees and is drapped slightly at the waist on one side. But once dressed in it, I realize the cut is still sexy as it is very tight fitting and is almost like a second skin.

From my research I know it isn't common here, to show too much skin, I guess this is the reason for this cut. I can't believe he bought me a dress and has spent so much money on me. Actually I should send it back and I sure would do it, if it wasn't so damn gorgeous and impossible not to keep. This looks sexy and professional at the same time, it's definitely something I could wear at work too. He's still going to be in trouble though.

Quickly I decide to get my hair and make up done. I even put on a little more than usual. The moment I hear the knock at my door I feel totally nervous all of a sudden.

A/N: This chapter is a little longer, but I