Business Trip

The email came Friday at exactly 4:59 p.m.

 No subject.

 No greeting.

 Just three lines.

 Flight to Los Angeles.

 Client pitch. You + Me. 6 a.m. Don't be late.

 I stared at the screen.

 I read it again.

 Then a third time.

 There was no assistant copied into the email. No HR notification. No official travel itinerary attached.

 Just Luca.

 And me.

 I glanced around the office.

 Everyone was busy preparing to leave for the weekend.

 Nobody seemed to know anything about a business trip.

 That was when I knew something wasn't right.

 Romano Enterprises wasn't pitching to any major client in Los Angeles that weekend. I knew because I'd spent most of Thursday helping organize the company's upcoming presentations.

 So why were we going?

 I looked toward Luca's office.

 Through the glass wall, I could see him sitting behind his desk, completely focused on his laptop.

 As though he hadn't just sent me the most suspicious email of my life.

 Our eyes met.

 He raised one eyebrow.

 I quickly looked away.

 My phone vibrated.

 Don't overthink it.

 I almost laughed.

 Too late.

 I typed back.

 I'm already overthinking it.

 His response came seconds later.

 Good. Be at the airport at six.

 ---

 The Airport

 We arrived separately.

 Exactly as expected.

 Luca's driver dropped him at the private entrance while I entered through the main terminal.

 We didn't speak.

 We barely looked at each other.

 To everyone around us, we were simply CEO and intern traveling for business.

 And that was exactly how it needed to remain.

 When we finally boarded the flight, Luca took the seat across the aisle from mine.

 He opened his laptop.

 I opened mine.

 Neither of us worked.

 At one point, I glanced at him.

 He was already looking at me.

 I quickly looked away.

 His mouth curved into the faintest smile.

 I hated how easily he could make my heart race.

 ---

 Los Angeles

 By the time we arrived at the hotel, the sun was beginning to set over the city.

 We checked in separately.

 Again.

 Two different names.

 Two different key cards.

 We were careful.

 At least, we tried to be.

 The suite was on the thirtieth floor.

 I entered first.

 A few minutes later, Luca walked in.

 The door closed behind him.

 And suddenly, the carefully constructed distance between us disappeared.

 He placed his briefcase on the table and loosened his tie.

 "You're quiet."

 "I'm trying to understand why you brought me here."

 "You don't believe me when I say it's a business trip?"

 I gave him a look.

 "You know I don't."

 He smiled.

 "I thought so."

 I folded my arms.

 "So?"

 "So what?"

 "Why are we really here?"

 He walked toward the window.

 Los Angeles stretched beneath us, bright and restless.

 "Because I wanted somewhere we could talk without twenty employees listening to every word."

 I stared at him.

 "That's your explanation?"

 "For now."

 I shook my head.

 "You are impossible."

 "And yet you came."

 "Because you told me to."

 He turned toward me.

 "Exactly."

 There was something about the way he said it that made me smile despite myself.

 For the first time all week, neither of us had to pretend.

 We ordered dinner.

 It arrived untouched for nearly an hour because we became too distracted talking.

 Luca told me about the company.

 Not the version that appeared in business magazines.

 The real version.

 The pressure.

 The expectations.

 The loneliness that came with being responsible for thousands of employees.

 "I've spent years surrounded by people," he said quietly, "and somehow I've still managed to feel alone."

 I looked at him.

 "Is that why you've never married?"

 His expression changed.

 "I don't talk about that."

 "I'm sorry."

 He shook his head.

 "It's fine."

 A long silence followed.

 Then he looked at me.

 "What about you?"

 "What about me?"

 "Why did you become an intern here?"

 I smiled.

 "Because I wanted to prove I could make something of myself."

 "You don't think you already have?"

 "Not yet."

 He studied me.

 "You will."

 There was such certainty in his voice that I believed him.

 The atmosphere then became more erotic as he trailed kisses from my lips down to biting neck ,he went down my boobs and sucked it so aggressively like a baby who had been starving for milk while he squeezed my other nipple so hard simultaneously.

 "I want to feel your body in every way " Luca said as he kissed me downwards to my already soaked pussy ,raising my two legs up his shoulders , he dives in deep with his fingers circling my clit and his tongue sucking deep into my pussy , I gasped so hard as I was highly stimulated ,he sucked deeper making me feel every inch of his tongue down there ...

 I hear the sound of unbuckling and unzipping,then his big cock sprang out already dripping with cum..

 "Like I said before ,I want to feel your body in every way. I'll make sure I fill this pretty cunt up that you'll always come running back for daddy's cock" he centers his cock on my entrance and finally pull in a deep thrust . I let out a sharp moan,he thrust in deeper and I feel his cock swelling in my pussy and filling me up with his juices ..

 "Ugh Luca ,this feels so good"

 "I know ,baby girl . Only I can make you feel this way ,those young boys your age,with their little dicks can't satisfy you like I do "

 He thrust in more deeper as he locks my lips with a kiss ,I feel his cock in my stomach ..Luca still thrust in deeper ,I feel the highest level of orgasm.. " I'm going to come right now " I burst out .

 "Now come for Daddy " Luca growled .

 I felt so ecstatic releasing.

 ---

 Sunday Night

 The weekend passed far too quickly.

 By Sunday evening, reality was beginning to return.

 Luca sat in the living room taking a call with the board.

 His voice had changed completely.

 Cold.

 Professional.

 Commanding.

 The CEO was back.

 I sat quietly nearby wearing one of his shirts, watching him speak.

 When the call finally ended, he placed his phone on the table.

 His eyes found mine.

 "One more night."

 I smiled.

 "Is that an order?"

 "No."

 He paused.

 "It's a request."

 Before I could answer, my phone vibrated.

 I glanced down.

 My smile disappeared.

 HR Department.

 I opened the message.

 «Kayda, can you come in Monday for a quick check-in regarding your internship review?»

 My stomach dropped.

 I looked up at Luca.

 He immediately noticed my expression.

 "What happened?"

 I handed him my phone.

 He read the message.

 His face became unreadable.

 "Do they know?"

 "I don't know."

 He returned the phone.

 "Don't panic."

 "I'm not panicking."

 "You are."

 "I'm thinking."

 "That's worse."

 I laughed nervously.

 Then my phone buzzed again.

 Another message.

 This time, there was no text.

 Just an attachment.

 I opened it.

 It was a photograph.

 Luca and I at the airport.

 Taken from a distance.

 Neither of us had noticed anyone taking it.

 My blood ran cold.

 Luca took the phone from my hand.

 His expression hardened.

 "Where did this come from?"

 "I don't know."

 He stared at the photograph.

 For several seconds, he said nothing.

 Then he looked toward the hotel door.

 "Pack your things."

 My heart began pounding.

 "Why?"

 "Because we're not waiting until tomorrow."

 I stood slowly.

 "Where are we going?"

 He looked at me.

 "Somewhere they can't watch us."

 And suddenly, our little secret didn't feel exciting anymore.

 It felt dangerous.