Sabrina stared out the window into the bright blue sky outside the plane, taking a break from relentlessly working on her laptop. Work was calming her slightly, thank Goodness. But she was still pretty terrified.

She just did her best to hide it.

It was brilliant outside, with hardly a cloud in the sky. She still had some things to line up for the tour. Plus she really wanted to keep on top of her other clients, even if she wasn't there to handle them personally.

She took a deep breath. She'd been dreading this flight since the moment it had been proposed. It turned out that she was perfectly fine. Hardly nervous at all anymore.

Well, not so anyone else could tell.

The plane hadn't done any of those sickening lurches she despised. No bumps at all actually.

So why were her hands still clenched into fists?

She took a deep breath and relaxed her hands. She glanced up and caught Nick staring at her.

Again.

He had a thoughtful expression on his face. But pleased. As if he were contemplating something. Something enjoyable.

She frowned. She had a sudden feeling that whatever he was thinking about included her as a participant. And very little clothes. No clothes at all in fact. A funny warm feeling pooled in her stomach at the thought.

She stared at her glass of mineral water on the side table. It was rattling, shaking around on the table. And then it spilled.

The intercom came on with a soft tone.

"Please be seated. We've got some turbulence up ahead. Could be severe, so please use your safety harnesses."

The plane gave a sickening lurch to the right and she stifled a scream. Nick was beside her in an instant, sitting close on the sofa.

"There there, it's alright. Let me help you."

She nodded shakily as he slid the harness into place. It wasn't a normal seat belt, because of the unusual seating. It held you entire torso against the couch but you could still move around a bit.

She was thinking the most inane thoughts. The captain said severe turbulence! And now she was wearing a harness!

Nick's hands were businesslike as he fitted the nylon straps over her. Until he accidentally brushed her chest. His hand froze, the back of it against her suddenly hardening nipple.

Oh God.

It should have been incredibly awkward. Instead, it felt good.

Really good.

Their eyes met and she saw his were dark with desire. She swallowed nervously and moved away from his hand slightly. Just then the plane seemed to lift up and slam downward, dropping sharply. She gasped and Nick went flying, right onto her lap.

His torso was pressed into hers sending waves of electricity through her. His head had somehow landed over her shoulder, his face pressed into her neck. One leg was between hers.

"Mr. Falcon!"

"I'm alright. Christ- hold on-"

His hands were all over her as he tried to right himself. She was locked into place so she couldn't do much about it. But if she was honest with herself, it was taking her mind off the shaking plane.

Plus it felt… nice. Nice to be close to him. Nice to not feel so alone.

He grinned at her sheepishly as he settled back into the seat beside her. He slid into his harness and held out his hand. She stared at it for a moment and then grabbed it tightly.

"That's it. I’ve got you. Just lean back and close your eyes. It will be over soon, love."

"Don't call me that."

He squeezed her hand and laughed.

"I'm sure it won't be turbulent for the entire ten hours to London."

"Ten hours?" she squeaked and sat up sharply. Well, as far as the harness would allow her. The plane was rattling side to side, slamming them into each other repeatedly.

"Well, it could be only eight or nine, depending on tail winds."

She moaned and leaned back again, closing her eyes.

"Are you nauseous?"

"No. I just don't like being jostled so much.”

He squeezed her hand again.

"Or heights."

He laughed.

"Or confined spaces."

He laughed harder.

"I know just what you need. Hold on."

She heard him unsnapping his harness and grabbed his hand. She felt ridiculous, like a terrified child begging for her father. But she couldn’t hide her fear.

"Don't leave me!"

"I'll be right back love. Trust me."

She lay back and closed her eyes again. She was not being professional. Why would just holding his hand make her feel any better?

The crazy thing was though, it did.