Dubai 14

I talked to Henry he was reluctant to let me take some time off before joining the office. But I somehow managed to convince him. Maybe I tried to compromise and flirted with him a little bit as Bi. God please don't let her know about this or I will never live it down. I told him I was flying to Dubai for a special occasion which wouldn't count for lying because being with Harry was indeed a special occasion. I haven't called him yet mainly because I wouldn't want him to think that he got his way easily. But I have to inform him or he will ask someone else to be his travel companion. The thought made me want to vomit. I never thought I had a possessive bone in my body until very recently.

I rang him nervously. I hope he was serious and not pranking me. But he didn't look like a person who liked to prank. He was very serious too serious if you ask me. I wonder what he does for fun? But he seems not the one who indulges in fun.

"Hello", the voice on the other side was rough not wanting to waste time on bullshit.

"It's me Maya", I told him.

There was a long pause on the other side. There was some shuffling of papers. I heard a creek of chair. I was afraid that I interrupted him from an important thing.

"Is this the right time to talk?", I asked nervously.

"Yes it is. You took your sweet time in calling", said him not angry but tightly.

"I'm sorry for it. But I have to get permission from my boss", I told him.

"You are not employed yet", he corrected me.

"My future boss then", I told him.

"Well then are you coming this evening?", he asked me.

"Yes", I told him. There was another pause not a long one this time but a short one.

"I will be waiting", he said with hidden promise.

I called my mother to let her know I was going out of mainland as Bi suggested, instead of telling that it was a date I conveniently called him a friend who was going to be married there. It was not a technically a lie because he was going to get married someday and maybe it will be in Dubai who knows?

I got a luxury ride to the place where we were supposed to board. He wasn't kidding when he said he was very rich who owns a private jet these days? Isn't the fuel price a bit more than affordable these days even for rich people? What about environment? Does he care about environment? Do I care about it? I looked at the plastic bottle of water in my hand guiltily.

When I reached the jet I looked at it. There it stood in it's magnificence. It was my first time to see one for real. I have watched it on videos from the Kardashians Bi watches some times. Even theirs looked drab compared to this one.

"Go up", said a body guard from behind. I felt like president for being ushered into by body guards. I saw him nose deep in papers with a pair of glasses which was kind of sexy. He looked and gave me a naughty smile that I adore.

"Sit down. How was your ride?", he asked me.

"I will tell you after", I told him. He shook his head and smiled at my tease.

"Do you need anything?", he asked me.

"A glass of water", I told him. I didn't want to drink wine since I wanted to keep my head clear. A hot stewardess came to serve me water. But he was once again deeply buried in his paper.

"Are you working?", I asked careful not to show my disappointment.

"I always work during my travels. It saves a lot of time that way", he told me. I got embarrassed for acting like a needy girlfriend already. So I stopped talking and looked outside. The sky was clear but boring to look out. I closed my eyes to force myself to stop looking at Harry. He was busily working and didn't seem to be interested in holding conversation.

"Hey", I felt somebody caressing my cheeks. My eyes flew open. I looked at Harry whose hands were still on my cheeks. I looked around and realised that I had slept for I don't know how much long.

"I'm sorry I don't remember how I slept. My mother always tells me that I could sleep through air raids", I told him.

"That might be True because even the bumpy landing couldn't wake you", he said to me. I smiled at him sheepishly.

"Let us go take a look at Dubai", he told me. I stood upright but the seat belt jerked me back.

"Ouch", I told him. He smothered a smile at my antics.

We walked outside. He talked about the hot weather to me. I agreed with him because the heat was u bearable. I was thankful for the sunscreen Bi lent me. I had it all over me.

"We had a ride waiting for us which took us to the hotel room. I saw him talking to the reception. I waited in the luxurious hotel reception. I saw different kinds of people walking around. It was a cultural hub with all kinds of people living there.

" Here is the room key", he said to me. I took it in my hands. My hands were shaking silently. I was going to do it. I was a little nervous but never apprehensive. I wanted to do it now with Harry Sinclair I'm sure about it for the first time in my life.

We both walked to the room. He opened it and we got inside. The room boy bought our luggages and put it on the ground.

"Take that bag I'm staying in the other room", he told to the room boy. What? I was shocked. He bought me all the way from USA to Dubai so that he could stay in another room. Is there anything more bizarre than this?