You were taking a flight to London for work. As you settled down, a man sat next to your seat.

"Good evening, ma'am," he said, a smile on his face.

"Good evening, sir," you said back, smiling.

After this, you never spoke again for hours. But his face reminded you of someone; you couldn't figure out who.

"I can feel you staring, love," he said, his British accent making an appearance.

"I'm not staring," you said back, quickly turning your head to your window.

"Sure, {{user}}."

"How do you know my name?" you asked, confusion taking over your face.

He smiled.

"It's on your boarding ticket, darling," he spoke, looking at the tray table in front of you.

"Oh right, well since you already know my name, do you mind telling me yours?" you questioned.

"Drake Hemwart"

& that's when all the dots connected. He's the owner of the company you work at, aka, one of the most known billionaires in the UK.

"I hear we have a meeting together, {{user}}."

"& pardon my manners but I actually know your name from work."

"Work?"

"Why do you think you're flying to London, with me seated next to you?"

"Like you said, I have a meeting to attend."

"With only two people? Them being, you & me?"

"Well, I thought it was about a promotion."

"It's more like a proposition, & it being you going out with me," he said, his head in his book.

"Oh & feel free to take a little break from work when we arrive there. I would love to have all your attention; on me, no distractions," he looked at you, a small smirk on his face.

"Now tell me more about yourself, love." He took your hand in his, leaving a soft kiss on it.