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“I’m never late,” she threw back.
His husky laugh as he walked away resonated through her for a very long time.
* * *
For dinner, she chose a mid-thigh, black leather China-doll dress coupled with black patterned tights and platform pumps.
Catching her hair up in a loose knot, she completed the look with silver chandelier earrings and her favorite scarlet lipstick.
Philip, a burly, towering giant of a man from Papua New Guinea, knocked on her door at five to eight sharp.
He returned her smile with a bow.“Good evening, Miss Green.”He stepped back and waited until she’d shut her door.
To her surprise, he led her toward the back of the plane to a hitherto unseen private elevator.
“This will take you straight to Mr.Savage’s suite.Enjoy your evening.”
She maintained her poker smile until the elevator doors shut, then she breathed out and glanced around at the chrome and jet-polished interior.Even the small space screamed unimaginable wealth.
When it opened several seconds later, Zachary Savage stood in the doorway, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, which hugged lean hips and powerful thighs and did unspeakable things to her system.
To take her mind off it, she blurted, “You have your own elevator?”
One brow quirked, as did his smile.“I have my own everything, Bethany.You’ll soon discover that I’m a man who intensely dislikes sharing.”
He stood to one side and ushered her inside.
His suite was smaller than hers, which surprised her.But the space was nevertheless as divine as the rest of the plane.
He poured a glass of Chianti and passed it to her.Then he settled his tall, mouthwatering frame next to her on the sofa.
The moment he turned his attention on her, her breath caught in her lungs.
Jesus, everything this guy did was lethal, including just sitting and staring.
“Dinner will be served in a few minutes.That gives me just enough time to put my proposition to you.”
Bethany sipped her wine to buy herself more time.Because everything inside her was poised to scream yes to whatever he said.Which scared the living shit out of her.
“I’m listening.”
“I want to be your guide in Shanghai.We’ll condense the two days into one day, but I’ll make sure you see all the important sights.Then I want you to ditch the Indigo Lounge experience and come to Marrakech with me.”
* * *
Zach watched her stunning face go through a myriad of expressions.He held his breath, forcing himself to remain still as his question ricocheted through her mind.
Jesus, he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her.The fact that he couldn’t have her immediately, that his integrity demanded he set things right elsewhere, ate at him like a damned disease.
That dress she was wearing, the leather that came up to mid-thigh—Christ, it was a miracle he could remain conscious while all his blood was rushing south.As for those ridiculous bow patterns on her tights, he would gladly have torn them to shreds with his teeth to get to her soft, endlessly arousing flesh.
Instead, he sipped his drink and waited for her to answer.
“What’s in Marrakech?”
He exhaled in relief.It wasn’t a definite yes… but she wasn’t saying no.And he’d be damned if he was prepared to give her the chance to say no.
“One of my homes.It’s at the foothills of the Atlas Mountains with the desert oasis right at your fingertips.”