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I frown. Why would I care if she mentions it to Sebastian? He’s a kickass financial investor, and we mingle socially, but he’s not my dad. I don’t owe him an explanation. Maybe Sylvie means she won’t discuss us hooking up to anyone in general because she’s discreet. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t know. I can’t imagine you wanting to pretend we’re dating after doing the deed.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Why not? If anything, that experience only helps us.”
She threads her fingers together, nervous energy oozing from her. “Uh… I couldn't. I'm not well versed with guys, quality guys anyway, which I don't know if you are yet. I guess. Do you still think you can help me after what happened yesterday? Maybe I’m too all over the place to date again. Maybe I was wrong.”
I should have thought about the possibility of Sylvie changing her mind. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Sylvie.” I grin. “Although, I may need to look closer.” If it were up to me, I'd look a lot closer. But I can’t send her running for the hills. I need to understand why I feel so strongly about her. She deserves transparency. “Besides, my mother called me today. I emailed my sister before we went shopping yesterday, and my mom can’t wait to meet you.”
Sylvie tilts her head to the side, observing me, and her features soften a little. “Does that mean you’ll have to find a new fake date to replace me if I don't go?”
Amusement bubbles inside me. Then a different emotion brews in my core, and I will myself not to scoot closer and kiss her senseless. “Exactly. And I don’t have the time or patience for that. I promise I won’t touch you unless you want me to. You’re safe with me.”
Sylvie nods, watching me in silence.
What is she thinking? Impatience rumbles through me. “What do you say?”
She smiles. “I say yes.”
7
Sylvie
“Welcome, Ms. Wyatt,” a coiffed blonde flight attendant greets me as I step inside the private jet. “Mr. Moore is running late, but he’ll join you soon. Please find a seat and let me know how I can make your flight more comfortable.”
"Thank you." I clutch my bag and look around the impressive aircraft. I see a few rows of oversized beige leather chairs and plop down on one.
Grey texted me that he’d send his driver to pick me up, and a silly part of me hoped to see him in the limo. Or on my doorstep. But I wasn’t that lucky.
I've been thinking about our chat since he visited me at work three days ago.
Thinking about him. How can this crazy attraction happen when I’ve known him for less than a week?
I sigh and throw my hair back, nearly slipping on the buttery leather.
Fishing my phone from my bag, I scroll through it mindlessly. I brought a small suitcase filled with some of the new clothes delivered to my address the day Grey and I had sex, but I left it in the limo. I assume the driver will give it to the maintenance person to bring to the jet. This level of luxury and attention is foreign to me.
Kendall landed herself a wealthy man and now flies first class, but owning a jet is next level.
“Champagne?” The attendant brings me a flute.
I gladly accept the bubbly. My shoulders loosen as I take a sip, and a jolt of warm energy flows through me.
If only my mom could see me. Maybe I’ll take a selfie later.
I drain the rest of the champagne and set the flute aside.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Goosebumps erupt on my skin at the deep male voice. I turn to see Grey approaching me with a smile, choosing the seat across from me.
Heat fills my cheeks. A sleek table separates us, but my body reacts as if he’s touching me. His impeccably tailored suit outlines his powerful body. I didn't have the chance to enjoy his impressive physique the other day—we were too busy addressing a primal need. The memories of our frantic coupling cause my pulse to spike.
“It’s hard not to,” I reply lightly, injecting energy into my voice. “Look at my surroundings”—I make a circular motion with my index finger—"and I could get used to this life." I suddenly realize how that must sound. Fuck. I don't want him to think I'm a gold digger. "I mean, anyone could get used to it, right? Most people would."
He tilts his head to the side, staring at me. “Are you okay?”
That’s a loaded question. “Yes. I don’t want you to think I’m a naïve girl, fascinated by all this wealth, even though that’s exactly how I feel right now.”
