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“Someone I care about.”
“And why is having fun important to you on this trip?”
“Because…” She stopped and wondered again why she felt the need to bare all to this man.The easiest thing would’ve been to tell him to mind his own business and leave her alone.
But she didn’t want Zachary Savage to leave her alone.In fact, it was the very last thing she wanted him to do.“Because I need to put some ghosts to rest.”
His eyes gleamed, went a little hard, then settled back into their usual intense focus.He nodded and again his gaze dropped to her mouth.“I know a little bit about ghosts, sweetheart.Let me help.”
“I hardly know you.”
“I can help with that too.Leave your suite.Move into mine.”
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He was serious.Of course he was.One thing she was learning very quickly about Zachary Savage was that he didn’t say things he didn’t mean.The shiver that went through her shook her to the depths of her soul.
“My suite is perfectly adequate, but thank you for the offer.”
“I’m not inviting you to my bed, Bethany.Not yet.”
Disappointment shot through her, but Keely had taught her a passable poker face, which she prayed would stick now.“Pray tell, why not?”
“The time isn’t right.”
“Hypothetically speaking, if I won’t be sharing your bed, then why invite me at all…?Right, it’s a possessive thing.”
The group had started to leave the sky-viewing area.When she started to follow, he restrained her.“I don’t think I need to keep an eye on you”—he ignored her shocked snort and continued—“I just want to reassure myself that your needs are met until the appropriate time when we can take this to the next level.Besides, this is technically my place of work, and I don’t fuck where I work, although I’m seriously tempted to make an exception for you.”
“You seriously expect me to believe you’ve never had sex on your plane before?”
His eyes darkened, became inscrutable.“Not on my Indigo planes, no.”
“But you’re a member of the mile high club?”
He paused for several seconds.“A tacky term, I find, but yes, I’ve had sex on a plane.If you desire a similar experience, I’ll provide you with one, but it won’t be on this plane.”
She grew hot and bothered.The look in his eyes promised all sorts of filthy sin.Her nipples puckered, strained against her dress.His gaze dropped to her breasts.A slow smile curved his lips when he witnessed the evidence of his words on her.
“Does that turn you on, Bethany?The thought of being fucked on a plane as we race toward the stars?”
“I plead the fifth.”
His smile widened.“I get the feeling you won’t be a walk in the park.”
“I told you, it’s a long cake walk between?—”
“Feelings and fucking, yes, I remember.Which is why I want you to have dinner with me.I want to work on shortening the walk.”
“If dinner is a euphemism for talking me into moving into your suite, the answer is no.”
“It involves a lot more, but I accept your answer to this particular question.”
Surprise rocked her.“You do?”
He nodded.“It was a desperate Hail Mary, which, I admit, would’ve been more problematic in the long run.No need to torture us both until we get off this plane.”His gaze refocused on her lips and stayed there.Then he breathed in slowly as if reinforcing his willpower.
Bethany licked her lips as several chaotic emotions rushed through her.