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I follow Connor into the cabin, and he shows me to a first-class seat at the front, near the galley.
“Can I get you anything, Miss Roberts?”
“I’m good. Thank you.”
I slide into the seat and take a deep breath. My anxiety isn’t as bad now that we’re in the air. As long as it isn’t turbulent, I can trick my mind into thinking I’m on the ground. Or riding in a train. I look around the cabin and at the fresh flowers on top of the inflight bar.A really fancy train.
“Grant insisted. He wanted to take this one.”
My ears prick up at the conversation floating out from behind the galley curtain.
There’s a chuckle that sounds like Connor.“When the boss asks, you say yes.”
A man opens the curtain and steps out. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a friendly smile as he passes. I turn and look at the pilot uniform he’s wearing. It’s exactly the same as Jet’s.
Including the four stripes on his epaulets.
Chapter 10
Jet
“He shot you straightdown?” Hayden asks, sucking in a breath.
I lean back in the chair in my father’s office as I eye him on the laptop screen. “As I expected him to.”
Callaghan’s reaction to my surprise appearance in New York is enough for now. He’ll be scratching his head wondering if it was mere coincidence that I was there when he was. But the smug glint in his eyes when he asked if I was there to finally give in, is what set my pulse racing enough that I needed a drink to calm down afterward.
He’s never gettingthatfrom me, not unless he pries it from my dead hands. A fact I shared with him outside the men’s restrooms in The Songbird. He’ll be questioning what my true motives are now. He’s exactly where I want him to be.
“I’ll leave you to schmooze dinner with two of our shareholders tonight, then.” Hayden chuckles at my responding curse.
I hate this part of our business. Dad and I are the majority shareholders. But we have a small handful of investors who have clung on since September 11th when my father had to sell shares to raise capital and keep us going. They’re onto a good thing. We’ve made them millions. All they need to do is sit back, enjoy it, and let us get on with it. But they like to meet with me when I’m in London. It’s a way of making themselves feel important and getting their dicks hard with an all-expenses paid night to the strip clubs we end up in.
I’ve probably funded a brand-new house for every Destiny, Chardonnay, and Crystal over the past five years I’ve been US CEO.
“Wasting time is the last thing I need. Callaghan is my priority.”
“Take Ava,” Hayden suggests. “They won’t expect you to spend the night getting lap dances then. Unless she’s into watching other women?” He raises his brows.
“I’ve no idea what she’s into.”
I rub my thumb over my lips. If Ava comes, I won’t lose an entire evening with two chumps who like young women grinding on their married balls.
“Callaghan’s in London for two more days. What’s the next move?”
“We wait,” I tell Hayden. “He’ll be sweating. The next time he sees me, he’ll be tripping over himself to find out what it is we want.”
“Okay. You’re the boss.” He runs a hand back through his hair, his eyes darting to someone behind the screen as they hand him a coffee.
“Don’t fuck my PA while I’m gone,” I hiss once she’s had a chance to move away. “I don’t have time to get a new one.”
He chuckles. “The last one left because you made her cry.”
“I meant the one before her.”
“Mindy.” His eyes light up. “If you’d been on the receiving end of her lip skills, you wouldn’t be saying that.” He leans back in his chair with a wistful sigh. “Fuck, she was a hard worker.”
“Goodbye, Hayden.” I hang up, cutting off his laughter.
