I woke up with my back aching and without the warm comfort of a soft blanket. I sat up and hit my head against something? How did the roof get so low?

Wait... was I in a car?

Crap. I must've fallen asleep and my jerk husband must have left me here.

He couldn't even bother to wake me up? Would that really have been so hard for him?

I glanced at the dashboard. Crap, it was 1 PM! How did I sleep for so long?

I jumped out of the car and hurried into the house.

"Miss Talia, where have you been? We have been worried sick!" Ella exclaimed when I walked in.

"Why don't you ask my husband?" I groaned, stretching my back.

"I did! He was so worried about you."

Worried enough to leave me in a car all night? "I bet he was."

"Well you must get dressed immediately! The plane is set to leave in 3 hours, meaning you have to be there in a half hour."

"What?" I yelled. Good thing I had finished packing. I just had to put my new purchases in my bags and I was set.

I took a quick shower and got changed. I found Tobias waiting for me downstairs, tapping his feet impatiently.

"You're late."

"That's because I was left sleeping in a car all nigh–" He walked out before I could finish what I was saying.

I sighed and followed him to the car. Was he planning on ignoring me the whole time?

Good. I could do the same thing.

As he drove, I couldn't help but notice how nice his hands were. His fingers were long and slim, but they still managed to look very manly.

I shifted my gaze away. What the hell was I thinking?

When we were almost at the airport, I expected him to turn into the long-term parking lot, but he didn't.

I didn't say anything, feeling a certain giddiness at the fact that he would be the cause for us missing our flight or getting a million parking tickets because we parked in the wrong spot.

But then he turned into a different lane, which I vaguely recognized.

Wait...

"Are we taking a private plane?"

"Obviously."

"Of course you would take a private jet. Can't associate ourselves with the commoners, can we?" I asked sarcastically.

"Don't your parents own a private plane?"

"Not everyone owns them, Tobias." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I didn't ask that. I was asking if yours do."

"Yes. Yes they do," I sighed.

"Then get off your high horse."

I realized he had a point there. I never considered myself as a part of my parent's lifestyle; the excessiveness of it put me off. But I had lived like that. Not that I was proud of that.

Once we were on the plane, I found the bedroom and immediately threw myself on the bed after locking the door.

I tried falling asleep, but my jeans were just so uncomfortable. I unbuttoned them and slipped them off. Ahhh... much better.

I threw off my shirt as well, settling into the soft bed.

As I was starting to doze off, I heard the doorknob jiggle.

I smiled a big Cheshire smile to myself. Was my dear old husband trying to get in?

Too bad I had beaten him to the bed. Mr. Fancy Pants would have to settle for sleeping in a chair. There was no way he was getting in.

But then the door swung open.

I sat up in surprise. "How the hell did you get in?"

Tobias covered his eyes quickly. "Oh God, what the hell, Talia?"

I looked down at what he was talking about. Oh crap. I was in my bra.

"Asshole," I muttered as I pulled the sheets up to cover myself.

"Get out."

"How did you get in?"

"I have a master key to everything in this plane."

"Even the bathrooms?"

"Yes."

"Why would you want a key to the bathroom?"

"Just get out." He rolled his eyes at me.

"No."

"Don't make me force you out."

"And how are going to do– oh my God, Tobias! Put me down!" I said, my cheeks flaming as he lifted me from under the sheets in just my underwear.

Once he saw that I was almost naked, he put me down immediately.

"Have you ever heard of wearing clothes?"

"Have you ever heard of respecting people's privacy and not going into a locked room?"

He held the door open for me.

"Just let me get my clothes back on," I grumbled, pulling my shirt and jeans on, knowing I wasn't going to win this fight.

"And keep them on," he muttered as I went out the door.

I stuck my tongue out at him, even though I must have looked like a six-year-old.

I settled into a big, plush chair. It was pretty comfortable, but it had nothing on the bed.

The air hostess came by and gave me a menu, and I salivated just looking at all the options.

"How many can I choose?" I asked her.

"Um... as many as you want," she said, a little confused.

"I'll have a plate of each dish, please."

She frowned at me, looking like she was unsure about whether I was joking or not.

"Thank you." I smiled up at her to let her know that I meant it.

She walked away unsurely, looking back at me to check that I wasn't laughing at her or something.

When she finally brought everything out, I understood why she was so uncertain about my order. The dishes were huge. And there were about 15 of them.

But that didn't stop me from stuffing my face like a starved woman. I managed to eat around half of each plate before I honestly thought I was going to explode.

I sat back with my stomach protruding, feeling a mix of satisfaction and nausea. I fell asleep a few minutes later.

*

"Did she eat all that?" a male voice asked.

"Yes, sir," the hostess's voice responded.

I heard a chuckle, but the moment I opened my eyes again Tobias's face went from a smirk to his usual frown.

"Have we landed?" I asked.

"Yes. Nice of you to finally wake up."

"You could've just woken me up."

"Well, I'm sorry for being a nice person."

I snorted. Yeah, right.

He rolled his eyes at me and headed for the door and I hobbled after him.

"Where's our luggage?" I asked, trying to keep up with him.

He ignored me and kept walking.

"Tobias?"

"Tobiaaas?"

"T-O-B-I-A-S."

"Toby."

"T-Bone."

He stopped and looked back at me with disbelief on his face. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Just like you pretend to not hear anything else I say?"

"Exactly."

"Then how come you had to tell me you were going to ignore it this time? Why not just ignore it without telling me as usual?" I was being extremely annoying and I knew it, but he deserved it.

"Shut up, Talia."

There was a sleek black car waiting for us, and as usual Tobias slipped into the driver's seat and I into the passenger's seat.

He started along a winding road, but suddenly he reached over to my side of the car.

I froze, feeling my heartbeat quicken. Was he going to put his hand on my thigh?

But he didn't. He kept going further.

What the hell was he doing...

Just as I thought he was going to put his hand on my calf, he picked up a fallen map off the ground by my feet.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

He examined it for a moment, nodding to himself, running his long finger along the path he was going to take.

I watched his face as he did. He had the longest, darkest eyelashes I had ever seen. It wasn't even fair. He was a guy; he didn't even need them. And the way they framed his dark brown eyes...

"You ever heard of GPS?" I coughed a little. Snap out of it, Talia, I thought. He's a world-class jerk.

Tobias put the top down and stepped on the gas. Hard.

He wound along the road like an expert and I took my hair out of its ponytail to let it whip around in the wind.

I turned on the radio and sang along to the song, letting myself pretend for the moment that I was actually happy.