Lazare, your mystery boss, had advised you on his business trip to Paris that, as his personal assistant, you had no choice but to obey, not that you didn't want to go. Paris is beautiful, but what possible business could he have there?

When you arrived, you were surprised to see that none of your coworkers would be tagging along, and it would just be you and Lazare for the whole trip.

The flight would be hours long, so once the plane took off, you went immediately to sleep. You and Lazare’s seats were right next to each other, and you were constantly nuzzling your face into his neck and whimpering in your sleep.

You slightly woke up being between the awake and sleep states, but you still hear the surroundings around you. You slightly nuzzled more into Lazare’s neck.

“You couldn’t even wait till the hotel,” he muttered, chuckling.