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Well, now that sounds dumb.

And…I turn back into an idiot.

“I—um… Well— I just?—”

Then I catch it—humor in blue eyes, red lips curving into a hint of a smile.

The damned woman is teasing me.Again.

“Lily,” I warn.

A flicker of something through her face—heat maybe? But before I can really process it, her voice is gentling. “Thank you, Atlas.” She lifts on tiptoe, presses her lips to my cheek. “I really appreciate the offer. I’ll see you at ten.”

My skin burns from the contact, from theagreement.

Then she’s slipping her arm free of my grip and I know that nothing is going to stay the same.

Because I’m not going to let it.

TWO

Lily

I’ve reacheda level of success where I surround myself with as much luxury as necessary to make me comfortable, so I’ve been on my share of private planes, but Atlas’s jet is… something else.

I’m still a little tipsy from our evening at the Sapphire Room, but I’m a lot intrigued by the good looking, if somewhat uptight, billionaire who invited me to fly to Denver with him. Now that I’m here, I can’t help but take in my surroundings. Leather seats that recline all the way back based on the demonstration the flight attendant just gave me. A big-screen TV on one wall and then smaller ones attached to each seat for personal viewing. A dining room style table with eight chairs obviously meant for shared meals and meetings.

Abedroomin the back.

And the bathroom I’m in the process of using is nicer than that of some hotels I’ve stayed at. A shower, both a toilet and a bidet, and towel warmers.

This is next-level luxury and I’m not too proud to admit I like it.

I also like him.

He’s everything that normally drives me crazy, but somehow, it works with Atlas. He’s tall, about six-two, and wears a suit like it’s part of his skin. His eyes are a warm brown, with long lashes that give him a soulful look. Unless he’s in business mode. Then they get so dark they’re almost black, making him powerful and edgy–something that makes my girlie parts weep with need.

It’s been a while since I had a strong, dominant man bring me to my knees, and something tells me Atlas is as much of a beast in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom.

Since our paths have crossed a few times, I’ve done my research and he’s ridiculously rich, a terrifying negotiator when it comes to business, and spectacularly single. In fact, I can’t find a single photo or smidgeon of gossip putting Atlas with a woman. Not even for a date. It’s a little disconcerting that someone so wealthy and handsome doesn’t date.

I’m assuming he does–but on the sly.

Quiet dates in exclusive locales.

Or maybe expensive call girls?

Nowthat’sa naughty option.

I giggle at the way my imagination is running wild.

It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, but it’s been even longer since I’ve had a crush on a guy.

And I have a huge crush on Atlas.

I wipe my hands and make my way out of the bathroom, stumbling as the jet hits a pocket of air. Atlas’s hand appears as if by magic, steadying me.

“You okay?” he asks in that low gravelly voice that makes me want to toss my panties at him.