I knew she would be shocked to see that a limo awaits her as she exits the Oasis, but nothing could have prepared me for the horrified look on her face once she enters the car and sees me waiting here for her.

“What… What are you doing here? I thought I wouldn’t see you until dinner this evening.”

I can tell Lillian is nervous. My presence puts her off balance. I knew it would be a surprise to see me, but I never expected that she wouldn't want to see me.

“Change of plans, Lillian. I hope you don’t mind that I call you by your first name. After all, this is a date, and calling you Dr. Vicci seems so impersonal on a date.” I watch as she nods her head up and down, indicating that it’s alright for me to call her by her first name. It would seem that somehow in the last few seconds, she has lost her voice. “I decided I’d ride with you to New York. I hope you don’t mind.” Once again, there are no words from her, just a nod of her head.

We ride in silence for a bit before I remember that I have another gift for her. Once again, I present her with a black bag with gold tissue. Only this time, I’ll be here to see her expression when she opens it. “For you, Lillian. I hope you like it.”

Apparently, Lillian is lost in thought, and the words ‘like it’ are the magical combination of bringing her back to reality. Lillian turns her face to me, glancing at the black bag hanging from my finger. This bag is much smaller than the first one.

“Lincoln—” she starts to say, but I quickly interrupt her.

“Call me Linc, please. Lincoln is so formal. Only my mother calls me by that name, or my business associates.”

She starts once again. “Linc, thank you for the gift this morning, but this is way too much. I don’t know how you got a medical charm for me in such a short amount of time, but really, this wasn’t part of the package, and it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.”

“On the contrary, Lillian.” I set the bag in her hand . “This was always part of the package. I just tweaked a few things to make it more personal for you.”

Her hands shake as she pulls the tiny Tiffany blue box out and opens it to find a simple circle charm with the words ‘New York’ written on it. “I thought this would be a nice reminder of our date. Well, the date, actually. I’m sure while in New York, we can stop and have it added to the original bracelet.”

“Thank you.” She doesn’t have to say anything more than those two words for me to know she is utterly impressed with the thought that went into the gifts I’ve given her. The car stops abruptly on the tarmac beside my Gulfstream G550. Eastwick Capital is written discreetly on the side.

“Oh, my,” Lillian speaks, her eyes wide as if she were a child who just walked into a candy store and is given carte blanche to whatever she wants. “I’m impressed, Mr. Eastwick.”

“Linc,” I say. “I told you to call me Linc, please.” My hand is reaching out toward hers as I step from the limo onto the tarmac. An electrical spark zings up my arm as her hand lands in mine. Together we walk the few feet to the stairs that lead us into the plane. I’ve made this entrance so many times that I don’t think twice about it until Lillian's hand drops from mine and I find her frozen in place at the front of the cabin.

“Lillian, it’s okay,” I tell her. “You can come all the way in and sit. I promise you’ll be just fine.” I can’t help but smile at her devilishly as I say the words. I want to tease her so badly about how she is acting, but I just don’t have the heart to do it right now. We’re still getting to know each other, and Bethany’s words are in the back of my head about how bad this is considering she’ll be the one performing Peanut’s surgery in two days. Lillian smiles back at me, a little embarrassed—I can tell by the pink tinge in her cheeks—and takes the seat that faces me. A glazed wood table is the only thing separating us.

My crew quickly makes ready for our flight. Richard, my steward, approaches with two glasses of wine and sets a plate with fruit and cheese between us before turning and walking back to the galley.

“I thought you might want something to snack on. I’m sure you’re probably hungry, and Richard won’t be bringing us our lunch until we are midway in flight.” Lillian's dainty hand reaches out for her wine glass, bringing it to her lips before she takes a small sip. My eyes follow her tongue as she licks the dampness from her top lip. My dick begins to harden by that simple act, and I have to reach down and adjust myself. I see the heat in her eyes as she watches me. She’s intrigued. I can tell.

“So, what’s for lunch, Linc?” she slowly says my name as she asks the question. “Please tell me it’s something good, since I am starving.”

My instinct is to flirt with her, but I hold back, once again hearing my sister’s voice in my head. “How does diced citrus marinated chicken on top of romaine garnish with dried cranberries, candied walnuts, apples, and feta covered with a molasses vinaigrette dressing sound to you?”

And if my dick weren’t already painstakingly hard, the sound of her moan in appreciation of our lunch would have done the job. But since I am already hard, it just makes my cock ache more, being trapped behind the zipper of my jeans.

“It sounds wonderful, thank you. Not too heavy and very refreshing after my morning treatments.”

Throughout the flight and through lunch, we talk about me. My childhood, my family, why I do what I do for a living. It becomes apparent to me very quickly that Dr. Lillian Vicci doesn’t want to talk about herself, and I’ve come to learn that someone who doesn’t want to brag about themselves is either very demure or hiding something. Since Lillian is less than shy, I determine that it is the latter. Ms. Vicci is hiding something about herself.