Axel
We spent the next two hours or so sitting at the bar in First Class, talking. I was amazed to find a fully stocked, large bar complete with bar stools and friendly barman. I found that he was a bit too friendly for my liking, and he pissed me off even more when he occasionally thought he was part of our conversation. Chloe had found it tremendously entertaining when, after the third try at butting in, I’d told him in no uncertain terms to mind his own damn business.
I wasn't one for deep conversation, but I found talking to Chloe was easy. She was friendly, intelligent, sassy, and talkative. She more than made up for my social ineptitude.
She had pressed me on my past, and I had reluctantly told her a few details. I had told her about my stint in the military, and even mentioned my ex-wife and her infidelity. Chloe had merely nodded sagely at me, her eyes half closed. I felt like I was being analyzed.
We were now approaching our first destination, the luxury hotel in Paris. Chloe’s Dad had paid for a big, blacked out Mercedes saloon to be ready for me at the airport. Jess and Amber complained about the quality of the bottle of champagne in the central unit between them in the rear.
Chloe sat in the passenger's seat, and I could feel her gaze on me occasionally. When I had the chance, I’d look at her. She’d be smiling up at me, her hand absently playing with her hair.
Well, the girl is definitely sending me signals. This is bad fucking news. Keep it together, Axel.
I stopped the train of thought before it distracted me from getting to our destination. I’d memorised three routes in case we were tailed, though after leaving the plane there had been no sign of our three Russian friends.
I was starting to get nervous. My long dormant libido had been aroused, and I was developing feelings for Chloe. Lack of emotion for so long left me confused at the turmoil I felt. And overriding it all was a desire to keep the girl safe, to wrap my arms protectively around her and not let her go.
It was distracting me from my job, and I didn’t like it. I started to get pissed off at myself as we approached the hotel.
“We’re here, gals,” I said gruffly as I pulled up outside the grand front entrance to the hotel. As soon as I’d parked, the girls doors were opened by attendants, and two bell boys began unloading the trunk.
“About time,” muttered Amber. I suspected the ten hours or so of drinking had taken their toll on the two girls in the back. They looked like shit.
Chloe still looked radiant. She’d been sensible and had interspersed her alcoholic drinks with water and the occasional coffee.
I took the girls into the hotel while they checked in, memorising their room numbers.They were on the top floor of the hotel, presumably in a large penthouse suite.
After they’d been checked in and I was confident they were safe, I left to get my guns from the safety deposit box across the street.
Chloe
Axel was a mystery. Just as I saw him start to open up, his rusty emotions showing through his gruff facade, but they’d suddenly faded quicker than they had appeared. He looked in turmoil, and angry.
All I wanted to do was to make him feel better. In the way only a woman could.
I’d been confused and slightly upset at his distance, which made me want him even more.
Axel
The next few days I decided to keep my distance from Chloe, for two reasons. Firstly, I was making sure she didn’t distract me from my job. We were now in a place where serious danger could present itself at any moment. And I wanted to stay sharp.
Secondly, I needed time to try and make sense of the feelings that had suddenly risen within me. I felt that Chloe was special, and I’d fallen for her much quicker than I’d imagined possible. Even with my hard demeanour and my criminal, almost brutal past, I found myself afraid that I would get hurt. Which made me push her away even more.
Fuck it Axel. Make a decision. Ain’t gonna be no second chance with this girl. Take her or leave her alone.
Chloe spent the next five days with her two friends, who had spent the days shopping and spending far too much money on shit they didn’t really need. They’d spent the nights partying at expensive nightclubs, at extravagant pool parties, big mansions and even once on a luxury Yacht which was moored on the river.
I’d stayed with them throughout, but kept my distance. Partying ain’t my thing, I’d decided about fifteen years ago.
What’s the point in going somewhere where the music’s so loud you can’t even hear yourself, let alone anyone else. How’s a man supposed to enjoy his drink? And how the fuck do you talk to a girl if she can’t hear what you’re saying…?
I’d become a silent, protective figure. Chloe was the only one of the trio who even noticed me, and she gave me the occasion smile, sometimes waved. She even came over to speak to me once or twice, when her friends were goading some drunken rich guys.
She’d told me she was getting pissed off with her friends, who only wanted to look good, party and sleep with random men. Chloe had been laughed at when she’s mentioned visiting a museum, or even going out just for a fancy meal instead of getting drunk.
I’d told her just to do what she wanted, and fuck what her friends thought.
“You ain’t gonna be in Paris forever, Chlo’. Gotta make the most of it. Fuck what those two pair of airheads think,” I’d said to her, gesturing to her friends who were taking selfies with some half dressed guys, showing off their top heavy, gym sculptured bodies. It was the most words I’d spoken in one go since we’d chatted on the plane, and she’d beamed at me, glowing radiantly from the small bit of attention I’d given her.
As it turned out, she’d taken my advice and had persuaded the girls to visit a few museums during the day, and even talked them into dining at one of Paris’ most exclusive restaurants that evening.
Amber and Jess had been making a show of being incredibly bored throughout the day, as they’d traipsed along behind Chloe. While Chloe had marvelled at the artwork, antiques, and various historic artefacts, they had spent most of their time plastered to their phones, flicking through pictures of their various exploits from the previous nights on Facebook and Instagram.
They seemed to have a pathological need to show off their exploits online to all their friends, and had spent more time taking the perfect picture rather than actually enjoying the moment. It seemed a bit soulless to me, but I'd grown up before cellphones, the internet and even home PCs.
At least Chloe seemed more down to earth, and enjoyed actually doing real stuff. Seeing her happy had re-ignited the fire within me, and I was struggling to repress it for a second time.
Chloe
Much to Amber and Jess’ annoyance I’d taken great pleasure in dragging them through various museums throughout the day. I’d genuinely enjoyed the exhibits, artwork, science and natural history. But I’d almost enjoyed their petulant boredom even more.
I’d gotten fed up with the constant partying and drinking, and mindless shopping. I didn't find any of it meaningful. I especially didn’t like drunken rich guys of various nationalities thinking they even stood a chance. Some just expected me to jump into bed with them. They disgusted me.
Jess and Amber had enjoyed that attention, and had both had a precession of one-night stands with various sleazy men. Much to Axel’s annoyance, as his flawless security perimeter had been breached. He would often sleep on an armchair outside of my room when Jess and Amber were “entertaining” in their respective suites.
The guys mainly ignored Axel, as they only had one thing on their mind. Axel tolerated them, but watched them carefully. I doubted he would think twice about swatting them like flies if they even hinted at causing any sort of trouble. I’d half hoped that one of them would give him an excuse, the thought of him showing his strength and dominance making me incredibly hot.
Unfortunately however, none of the guys were that stupid.
I was getting ready to go out to the expensive restaurant I’d booked for the evening. Although I was getting ready for the restaurant, in my mind I was getting ready for Axel. I was getting ready to flaunt myself in front of him, and flirt with him, even if it was just for a few glorious moments.
All three of us were getting ready in my room. Jess and Amber had seemingly forgotten the boring day I’d put them through and were chatting away about their various conquests and exploits from the previous week.
I was half listening as I curled my hair, catching the end of a conversation.
“...not very good. Didn’t know what he was doing. His dick was massive, though. So that sort of made up for it.” Jess was regaling Amber with sordid details her most recent encounter.
“See, look!” I turned around to see Amber staring with fascination at Jess’ phone screen.
“Chloe, you gotta see this!” she said, without turning her head.
“No thanks.” I turned my head back to the mirror in front of me and carried on curling my hair.
“You’re so frigid, you boring old lady,” Jess said. “I bet you got turned on by those statues earlier though, right!” She laughed at her own joke.
“They were fucking boring though. The museums.” Amber chimed in. “There’s still quite a few shops I want to see. We coulda had a look around those.”
If I have to traipse around another ridiculously expensive department store or boutique, I’m going to murder these two. And it won’t be quick. Or maybe I could persuade Axel to do it…?
“Look, I’m sorry I had to drag your uncultured asses to see something interesting of actual historic value. I was wrong in thinking you might enjoy it,” I sighed, struggling to get my mind to think of anything other than Axel. Conversation with these two was effort at the best of times. I was starting to regret bringing them.
“Well, it’s just not our thing,” Jess replied.
I thought back to Axel’s advice. Just tell them to fuck off. I imagined his deep voice rumbling softly in my ear.
Things were very simple when you were Axel Miller. I didn't think I’d get away with it, but damn was I tempted.
“Oh, look at this,” Amber said. “The guy I met the other night, you know, the one with the Yacht.”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Grabby,” Jess said, absently.
“That’s the one. He’s having a party tomorrow on his Yacht. Says if we’re lucky he’ll take us wherever we want.”
“You mean if you let him fuck you again, then he’ll take us wherever we want.” Jess said, sourly.
I dreaded the thought of being stuck on Yacht for weeks on end with similar people to my friends. Not something I’d dream of doing. But being bunked up with Axel for a week, however…
My knees felt weak at the thought of what we could get up to in a week together. Barely leaving the cabin.
I don’t even know if he’s interested. No, better to approach him on my terms, here in the hotel. Or maybe in Prague.
“I think I’ll give that a miss. You two go ahead though, if you want.”
No wonder these two took so long to get ready. They spent most of their time drinking, arguing or chatting. Or staring at their fucking phones.
I was nearly ready, while they were still applying their makeup, sitting their in their expensive underwear.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a sleek, navy blue dress with a revealing neckline. A dainty, silver necklace with a blue sapphire pendant hung down just above my cleavage. I had decided against wearing a bra. The outline of my breasts showed clearly through the dress.
My curled hair cascaded in big locks down my shoulders. I was wearing sapphire blue earrings that matched the colour of my dress and necklace.
Jess had gotten up to refill her champagne glass. “Fucking hell, Chloe. You look stunning.” She was gaping at me, unashamed. “Looking to finally get laid tonight, are you?”
“No, I don’t fuck random sleazy guys I meet without knowing their names,” I retorted drolly. “Just get ready so we can go and eat. I’m starving!”
I left the girls to get ready and left the room. At least with them taking so long I had a while to try and spend some time with Axel.
I found him pacing near the entrance, obviously as frustrated as me with the tardiness. I was amazed to see him wearing a suit, plain black with an immaculate bleached white shirt. Bright, silver cufflinks sparkled at his huge wrists. He was wearing a plain, skinny black tie.
He looked fucking hot.
“Hey.” I smiled at him, brushing my hair over my right shoulder.
He stopped his pacing and turned to face me. I imagined I could see a light is in his eyes, as his gaze wandered down my body for a wonderful moment. I noticed his eyes at my chest, and squeezed my arms together slightly, stretching them out in feigned boredom. His eyes widened.
“Hey, Chlo’.” His eyes returned to mine, and paused for a brief moment. “You look nice.”
I giggled. “You sure know how to compliment a gal!”
“It’s one of my charms,” he retorted. “Are the two slowcoaches ready yet, doll? Or are we in for a long wait again?”
“They’ll be ready soon. If not, you can dine with me instead.” I winked at him. “Where did you get the suit? You look…handsome.”
“Oh this.” He looked down at his suit as if it was some strange fashion he’d never known of before today. “I hired it. Guy on the front desk said I wouldn’t get in the restaurant otherwise.”
It was true, bodyguard or no, he wouldn’t get past security.
Well, he could get in easily. But not by walking past them.
Axel
I was blown away at how beautiful Chloe looked. I wasn’t often stunned into silence, but seeing her approach in her flowing blue dress, curled hair and understated makeup had nearly knocked me over. The dress wasn’t too tight, but showed off curves in all the right places.
Guess I’ll have to try my best to keep my eyes off her, if I’m trying to keep her safe.
It wouldn’t be an easy task.
We chatted idly for a while as we waited for the other girls. Chloe stood uncomfortably close to me, gazing up at me and touching my arm on occasion. I was on edge, and all I wanted to do was to turn towards her and pick her up in my strong arms, kiss her passionately and carry her back to her room...
I was looking down at Chloe and remembered that she was still talking to me. I made an effort to listen, trying to keep my gaze on her face. I kept failing.
“...his yacht. They’ll probably go with him I think. They can't resist the urge of a week long party.” She sighed. “The thought of being stuck on a yacht for a week or more with those two is unbearable. So, I think I’ll still head to Prague. That’s still cool, right?”
I shrugged. “Whatever you want, Chlo.”
She smiled back, our eyes locked for a second. Our reverie was interrupted by the sound of high heels clicking on marble floor.
“Hope we’re not interrupting you two love birds,” Jess said, wearing a short, tight dress and ridiculous wedges. Amber was dressed in a similar fashion, heels instead of wedges, dress a bit longer but showing a little more cleavage than was required.
They both looked like strippers on a night out.
I stood up to my full height and crossed my arms, trying not to crease my white shirt.
“Right then.” I looked at the three in turn. “Let’s go,” I commanded none to gently, opening the door to let them through. All three giggled as they left the suite.
I got a wonderful but brief view of Chloe’s ass, big pert buttocks showing through her dress.
Damn. That’s just made my day.