Page 51 of Impulse

“I’m not above the law.”

“I know, but isn’t your uncle with LAPD?He can fix the ticket for us.”

Lex imagined how his uncle would react to such a request.“No.Come on.”

“I told you I don’t carry or fetch.”

“Then I guess your present stays in the plane.”

“Oh.”She seemed lost for words.“You bought me something?”

“Of course, I did.”He reached out and touched her cheek.“Let’s not keep the others waiting.”

The crew was about to disembark when they entered the plane.Sienna Whitfield, the flight attended, had her case and his.The co-pilot, Darren Ray, held the gift basket he’d bought Jillian.Mathews was doing his rounds.Within moments of introducing him to Jillian, she had Mathews showing her the cockpit.Lex caught snippets of their conversation.They were discussing engines and mileage of the Boeing.Typical.When he turned around to take his suitcase, the flight attendant and the co-pilot were already on the ground and walking toward the Rolls Royce.He went to join them.

“Thanks.”He stashed his suitcase in the back and placed the fruit basket in the back seat.He’d make sure they were well compensated for going above and beyond their duties, and maybe even use them again on his next flight.They were both from the same agency.They were taking off when he went back to the plane.

Jillian and Mathews were laughing at something when he rejoined them.A feeling he couldn’t explain washed over him.Not liking or understanding it, he went straight to the stateroom to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything instead of joining them.

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What the hell was that?Jillian watched Lex as he disappeared inside a room.Did he have a problem with her talking to his pilot?She hoped not.The last thing she needed was a jealous fake husband.

“Thanks for showing me around, Mathews.”She shook the pilot’s hand.

“You’re welcome.”

Jillian headed outside to the car, started the engine, and ramped up the heat.Her phone went off.She saw the caller ID and groaned.She brought the phone to her ear.“You should be fast asleep, Douglas.”

“Did you pick him up?”

Lex left the plane first.She watched him saunter toward her, his walk graceful.Even after hours on a plane, everything about him was perfectly in place—from the tailored pants to his thick head of hair.It made him both sexy and intimidating.Earlier, she’d been caught up in the moment and walked into his arms like she belonged.The kiss had been surprising and so typical of him.He tended to dominate.The problem was it made her want more.His lips on her body.Between her legs.

“Ms.Jillian?”Douglas asked, yanking Jillian to the present.

“Yes, Douglas.I got him.He wants you to rest and stop worrying.He’ll check on you when he gets home.”

“Drive carefully.”

What a worrywart.“Will do.”

Lex slid in the front passenger seat and brought with him his masculine scents.The effect on her didn’t surprise her anymore.Heat pulled low in her belly.The spacious car suddenly seemed too small.

He glanced at her.“Why did you leave?I was going to show you the rest of the plane.”

Jillian had to clear her voice before saying, “I didn’t want to intrude.You ready to go?”she asked, shrugging off her jacket.

“Somehow I know I’m going to regret letting you drive,” he said, buckling up.

“You have trust issues, Lex.”She put the car in gear and eased out of the tarmac.

“I’m letting you drive, aren’t I?”

Jillian rolled her eyes.She turned right toward Victory Boulevard instead of taking Vanowen.“You know what your problem is?You control everything and everyone around you, so you don’t know how or when to let go.”

“Does that mean I control you, too?”he asked in a voice gone husky, his arm coming to rest on the edge of the back of her seat.

She laughed.If he moved any closer, she might just forget she was driving, turn her head, and kiss him again.“In your dreams.”