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A part of me wanted to spout off to him but honestly, I was more than curious what the man was going to offer. Going into business together? That wasn’t going to fly with my dad but maybe I could sell some kind of business activity together.
Maybe.
“Yes, I can do that,” I told him.
“I’ll need to take your word for it.”
Within a few seconds, I was completely untied but he eased me onto a seat before removing my blindfold.
Yep. The man had the ability to shock me on just about every level. Given the previous darkness, I had to blink several times. We weren’t on any plane. We were in an amazing jet equipped with leather and marble and a bar at the end of the aisle.
“Shit,” I whispered.
“I’m glad you approve. Yes, my family likes to go on excursions in style. Call that a perk of being a billionaire.”
“So humble too.”
He laughed and fastened my seatbelt for me, leaning over so our lips were almost touching. “I am many things and you’re going to learn every one of them, cupcake. As I will with you.”
“Not a chance, buster. I’ll stay locked in my room.”
“To use your phrase. Not a chance. Now, I’m going to open a bottle of champagne since we are celebrating. It would be in your best interest if you didn’t toss it in my face. Understood?”
The childish antics did need to stop. I was better than that. Maybe slicing his neck would become more my style. The thought allowed another naughty girl smile.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure whatever vintage you selected is very expensive. I wouldn’t want to waste a single drop on the likes of you.”
“Mmm… I guess we shall see.”
“What is the point in kidnapping me?” I demanded, trying to keep my eyes off his fantastic butt. What I hadn’t paid any attention to before was that he was dressed like one of the hotties from the old Miami Vice series. That might not be considered cool to everyone but whew. With the light cream linen trousers, extremely tight deep coral tee shirt that was stretched over his chest as if begging to be ripped off of his twelve-pack, and the matching jacket with the sleeves rolled up?
Holy hell in a handbasket.
I would sit here in the plushest cowhide leather chair with the softest headrest and bask in the man’s carved butt for hours, maybe shifting my gaze along his torso. Except. Except he’d taken me as his prisoner, flying me off to some island where he could shove me into a dungeon if he wanted.
Why did that thought give me a trickle of excitement? What was wrong with me?
“Isn’t that obvious?” he asked as he pulled a bottle of champagne from an under-counter refrigerator. He waited until he’d grabbed two flutes, yanking a towel into his hand and opening the bottle the right way before answering. When he slowly turned his head, I was certain the entire rotation of the earth had stopped. “Because I long to spend some quality time with you uninterrupted. A lot of time. Cupcake.”
The slight fizzing sound hopefully masked my whispered moan. What I realized at that moment was that he was playing a heightened game with me. Now that we knew our respective identities, he was simply trying to up the ante by seducing me. Did the man actually think his stunning good looks and piercing eyes were going to influence me? Have me fall so hard for him that I would sign away my father’s contracts?
The asshole had another think coming.
Two could play this game.
I’d seduce him.
I’d make him want me so badly he’d eat out of my hand. When he was putty, I’d swoop in and learn all his company’s trade secrets.
Yeah, that was the ticket.
I’d need to fully develop my acting skills, but I was a very talented girl. I could do anything I wanted. So, I plastered on a smile as he poured two glasses of champagne. The plane was already rolling down the runway but the moving jet didn’t seem to bother him as he walked slowly and steadily in my direction.
It was if the man was unflappable.
Damn him.
Meanwhile, I was flustered even though I should secretly and silently remain enraged. But he had the kind of animal magnetism that made me absolutely nuts. It didn’t help we’d already had carnal relations.
