Jay's POV
Jay gripped the armrest of her seat, heart pounding. The jet hummed quietly as it sliced through the night sky. Outside, the city lights had long vanished, leaving only darkness and stars.
She stole a glance at Keifer, who was reviewing papers across the cabin. His posture was perfect, his expression calm, but every so often, his gaze flicked in her direction.
Why am I even noticing that? she thought, cheeks heating. He's just… my boss. Nothing else. Just work. Focus, Jay. Focus…
The air hostess approached with a small tray of drinks. She leaned slightly toward Keifer to ask a question about the in-flight schedule. Jay's stomach twisted. She noticed the faint smile Keifer gave the hostess and…
Ugh. Why do I feel jealous? Her hands clenched in her lap.
Keifer glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Jay quickly looked away, fumbling with her notebook. Her pulse raced. Don't look. Don't think. Don't… oh no, why am I thinking about him like this?
Keifer's POV
He noticed.
The subtle stiffening of her shoulders. The quick glance toward him. The way her hands gripped her notebook as if it could steady her nerves.
Jealous, he realized. Interesting…
He didn't comment. He never did. He maintained his cold, composed exterior. But that faint flare in her eyes, the tiny crease in her brow, the way she looked away immediately—it drew his attention far more than he wanted to admit.
She's just my secretary. That's all she is. Nothing more. But why does that feel so… complicated?
Jay's POV
Minutes passed. She tried to focus on her notes, tried to jot down the tasks he had given her, but her mind betrayed her. Every sound—the hum of the engines, the clink of the air hostess's tray, the soft rustle of papers—made her heart jump.
She couldn't stop noticing him. The way he adjusted the papers in front of him. The tilt of his head when reading. Even the faint way his tie caught the light made her pulse accelerate.
Why do I feel this way? Why does he make everything so… impossible? she whispered to herself.
Keifer's POV
He caught her staring once—quick, fleeting, almost shy. And then she looked away.
Interesting, he thought, leaning back slightly. She wants to look, but she won't. She's… careful. Nervous. Flustered. And yet… I can feel it. She's mine to notice.
He returned his attention to the papers in front of him, but every so often, his eyes flicked toward her. Just long enough to notice the way her fingers fidgeted, the tiny crease of frustration on her brow, the subtle flare of her cheeks.
Jealous, he realized. She's jealous. Fascinating.
The jet hummed on, silent except for the occasional page-turning and soft footsteps of the air hostess. Between Jay's nervous glances and Keifer's calculated observation, the cabin was electric with unspoken tension.
Neither said a word. But both knew… something was happening. Something unspoken.
And both understood, deep down, that this trip would change everything.