Page 33 of The Swap After Hours

“Nope,” he said, bending at the waist to peer out one of the windows. “Doug and I drove when we moved from Indiana to New York, and I’ve never traveled anywhere besides that.”

I took a seat and watched as he continued looking around. Despite the early hour and not having any caffeine yet, his enthusiasm was building. “I never traveled as a kid either. There was never any money for frivolous things like vacations.”

He marched back to my side, standing over me while pointing at the back of the plane. “Oh my God! Is that an actual bedroom on a plane?”

I shook my head at his excitement but couldn’t stop a little grin from forming. “It comes in handy for long, international flights such as these.”

He cocked his head at me. “Hmm. I suppose it would. Still, it’s pretty cool.”

He plopped into the seat across from me when the flight attendant walked in to get our beverage order. Coffee for me and a soda for him. She was back a moment later with our drinks. I stared at him as he took the first drink, sighing happily at the taste.

“Feeling better now?” I teased.

He grinned from over the rim of his glass. “Maybe a little. But don’t get used to it. Mornings are still the enemy.”

“Ah, so the mighty Trevor has a weakness after all.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Please. Even superheroes need their morning pick-me-up.”

My eyebrows raised, enjoying our easy banter. I was comfortable around Trevor. More so than with anyone else. “Superheroes, huh? What does that make me? Your trusty sidekick?”

He shot me a devious grin. “More like the grumpy villain I have to deal with every day.”

“Ouch, right in the ego.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta keep you humble, Mr. Marshall sir.”

“Watch it, Trevor. You might just get demoted to intern,” I teased.

He laughed, the sound deep and sultry, sending a wave of lust straight to my groin. “As if you could survive a day without me keeping things in running order for you.”

I was thankful when the pilot’s voice came over the speaker to tell us we were getting ready to take off, distracting Trevor as he turned his head to watch out the window. The last thing I needed was him knowing he’d made me hard.

We entered our hotel suite in Paris, both exhausted and relieved to finally have arrived at our destination after so many hours of traveling. As the door swung open, I heard Trevor gasp at his first look at the spectacular suite.

The living area was spacious and luxurious, with plush, deep-cushioned sofas and armchairs arranged around a sleek glass coffee table. The walls were adorned with elegant, modern art pieces, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the neutral tones of the room. A large flat-screen TV was mounted on one wall, and beneath it, a fireplace added a touch of warmth and coziness to the contemporary decor.

Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one side of the suite, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the Paris skyline, including the Eiffel Tower in the distance. To the right of the living area was a fully stocked minibar, its contents neatly arranged in a polished wooden cabinet.

Above it, a state-of-the-art coffee machine sat on a marble countertop, accompanied by an assortment of high-end coffee pods and accessories. It was clear this suite was designed with every comfort in mind.

The main bedroom was equally impressive, with a king-sized bed dressed in crisp, white linens and a multitude of fluffy pillows. A stylish, upholstered headboard added a touch of elegance.

A doorway led to the en suite bathroom, which was a sanctuary of its own. It featured a deep soaking tub, perfect for unwinding and a separate, glass-enclosed rainfall shower. The double vanity was topped with gleaming marble, where high-end toiletries were neatly arranged. Plush white bathrobes hung on the wall, adding to the feeling of indulgence.

The second bedroom was a bit smaller but just as luxurious as the first. Back in the living room, a dining table with seating for four was set near the windows, perfect for enjoying a meal while taking in the view. A complimentary bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket on the table, with two flutes waiting beside it.

Trevor looked at me with awe. “This place is amazing.”

I nodded in agreement, appreciating the change of scenery. It definitely beat the usual office view. “Careful with that minibar, Trevor,” I teased as he opened the cabinet to look inside. “We don’t want any drunken shenanigans on our business trip.”

He glanced at me over his shoulder, chin raised in a haughty expression. “I beg your pardon. I will have you know; I am a model of professionalism at all times.”

I smirked at him. “Of course, of course. How could I ever doubt you?”

Trevor’s excitement over the plane ride had flagged quickly after takeoff, his eyelids drooping thanks to the earlier than usual start to the day. He’d drifted off quickly and slept most of the way. I’d tried to get some work done, but my eyes kept getting pulled in his direction and I’d found myself watching him as he slept.

He’d looked sweet and vulnerable, and I’d had the strangest urge to pull him to me, to wrap him in my arms and simply hold him. That feeling alone had been enough to make sweat break out over my brow.

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