Zermatt, Switzerland. It had only been a few minutes since you first flew in via helicopter alongside your husband, a couple of his bodyguards and 4 of his closest employees/friends.

Jonathan, the night manager, had offered to take you all up to your rooms. He kept casting glances back at you, trying to work out who you were to Roper as he certainly didn’t seem like the type to work so highly with a woman… as much as Jonathan hated it. He’d researched the man in the past and definitely didn’t like Roper from what he knew about him, but he was good at hiding that fact behind a professional demeanour and welcoming smiles.

“Mr Roper,” Pine said as you all entered the first room. “I believe this suite will be as you remember it? Though, the bathroom has been refurbished with a jacuzzi built into a free-standing bath.”

Roper nodded, though he was much more interested in the complimentary champagne and the sight of you walking towards him, hips swaying gently. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering something about taking a bath. He hummed and smirked at you. “Of course, sweetheart,” he agreed, watching you walk into the bathroom.

Jonathan watched you the whole way, his eyebrows raising subtly at the kiss and pet name. Interesting. From what he had heard, the man was akin to a mafia boss, the endearment didn’t fit in with that image.

Roper stepped towards him as he took a sip from his champagne flute. He smirked and looked at Pine. “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” To those who knew of you, it was no secret how proud Roper was that you were his. “I went for a painting, came back with the muse.” A small chuckle left his lips.