12. Seatbelt

Kiara's POV:

"Well, it's not like I would mind joining it, but until now, there hasn't really been the opportunity." His words make me flush bright red like a tomatoe. "You shouldn't believe everything the tabloids write. As soon as I am seen with some female, they make a fling out of it. To be precise, you are only the second woman to be flying with me. So no mile high club," he chuckles.

"So, it's only for business flights?"

"Well mostly, but sometimes I do use it privately, it's only that I don't really have much free time, you know."

Once seated, I can't quite figure out how to put the belt on. You'd think driving a sports car like mine would give you practice, well somehow this doesn't apply to me. Or I'm simply too excited. Dean loosens his seatbelt again and walks around the table, which is between us and comes over to me.

"May I?" He points to the belt, which is already getting tangled. Defeated, I shrug and let go of the seatbelt. Dean sits down next to me and reaches for it.