most powerful companies in the world, private things need to stay private.”
Of course, what she just said made me wonder if the woman had her own kinks, and exactly what those might be.
I’m a red-blooded male who hasn’t gotten any for a while, so don’t judge me about my sexual curiosity.
I decided it was probably best not to ask her about her sexual fantasies at the moment. “There was no way you could have known what would happen while you were there. And I highly doubt that you really bombed that presentation. I’d say that you were presenting the wrong thing at the wrong time—through no real fault of your own.”
I knew that much was true. The entire corporate office had been bombarded by the media even before I’d left to get to Surrey.
My employees had been trying to put out fires, and Nicole had been unprepared to be a firefighter.
“That’s possible, I suppose.” Her tone didn’t sound like she was quite convinced.
“Feel better now?” I asked.
She put her feet up in the recliner and leaned her head back. “Not really. But thanks for trying.”
I ignored her denial. She sounded better, and that worked for me.
“Should we talk about your other little problem?”
She closed her eyes. “What problem?”
“Is it really true that you’ve never had an orgasm?”
Her eyes popped back open. “I think I need a drink.”
I grinned as I pushed the call button to get us some cocktails.
CHAPTER 4
Nicole
IT TOOK FOUR rounds of alcohol and a belly full of airplane food before I’d even entertained the idea of answering Damian’s questions about my sex life.
However, by the time I emptied cocktail glass number four, I had absolutely no inhibitions about telling him anything.
I handed my empty glass to the flight attendant and leaned back in my comfortable seat, thinking about everything Damian had shared with me over the last few hours.
Unlike most gorgeous men, Damian didn’t seem to want to talk about himself. At all.
I felt like he’d pried every detail of my life from me, but he never said a whole lot about himself. His answers to my questions about him were brief, and he hadn’t volunteered anything more than what I’d asked.
If he thought he could just give me a yes-or-no answer, that’s exactly what I’d gotten, but one-word answers hadn’t worked every single time.
I did find out that he’d grown up in Surrey, and had taken over an already successful family business after his dad’s death five years ago.
His mother was originally from Spain, but she’d been in England since she’d married Damian’s father decades ago, who’d been an Englishman. She still lived in their family home in Surrey.
He’d attended Cambridge for college.
He was well traveled, a fact I’d picked up myself after I’d asked him where he’d been in the world. His answer to that particular inquiry was probably the longest answer I’d gotten.
He definitely got around.
I’d gotten little tidbits of his life during our conversation, but I still didn’t feel like I knew that much about him.
Me? Well, I’d pretty much spilled my guts right after my second cocktail. If he asked a question, I’d answered it with a lot more information than I really needed to tell a virtual stranger.
That’s what I get for having more than one drink.
I got pretty damn chatty after a couple of cocktails.
After four of them? I was pretty much in an ask-me-anything-and-I’ll-tell-you mood. Anything at all.
“Would you like another one?” the smiling brunette who had taken my cocktail glass queried politely.
I shook my head, smiling back at her before she retreated. If I didn’t stop, Damian would probably know my whole life story from birth to the present.
I’d noticed that he had downed a single beer before he’d switched to some kind of tea.
I’d probably never understand the obsession that British people had with their tea.
I turned my head to look at him, and he raised his brows as he lowered his teacup. “So let’s get back to the subject I originally asked you about,” he suggested.
“What subject would that be?” I tried to act like I had no idea what he was asking.
“Is it true that you’ve never had an orgasm?” His question was firm, but low enough that not everyone in business class could hear him.
Really, I wasn’t sure how many of our fellow passengers were still awake. The lights had been dimmed after dinner, and it looked like most people had lowered their seats flat to sleep.
He was so persistent when he wanted to