Maya's eyelids immediately fluttered closed the moment she slouched into the comfortable, luxurious seat of the private jet, leaving the meal that the private flight attendant had served her untouched. Fatigue had worn her down. It had been a long, tiring day, and she desperately needed that nap.
The next moment, Maya opened her eyes, she found herself above ground level. She wasn't on the plane; instead, she was resting against something hard and steel, yet warm. Ah, she was in Dalton's arms. A smile curved her lips.
"Where are we?"
"In my penthouse in New York."
"Wow," Maya exclaimed, still drowsy. "Are we here already?"
"Yeah."
Maya yawned. "I had a lovely long nap, then?" She grinned.
She wiggled in Dalton's arms, and he gently set her down.
Maya paused halfway through stretching her arms. "Wow," she exclaimed, striding giddily to the floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows. "Is that the Empire State Building?" She turned to Dalton with a wide-eyed gaze
