Page 7 of Taking Flight


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“I have a place here. A place in Los Angeles. There’s usually no need,” he explains before changing the topic. “Are you going to the hotel?”

I nod. He knows where I’m staying because I gave him my information earlier so he can pick me up tomorrow evening. He instructs the driver where to drop me, then turns his attention back to me. “Sure you don’t want to do dinner tonight?”

One corner of my mouth lifts, but I shake my head. “No. I need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow.” I point my finger at him. “And don’t try to change the subject,” I scoff. “Mister I have a place in NY and LA and I don’t need luggage, but I’m going to try to pretend I’m not rich.’”

“I never said I wasn’t rich,” he states. “You made the assumption I was, and I didn’t dispute it.” He squints as he continues to assess me, scooting a little closer, his voice low when he continues. “Why, does it bother you that I am?”

“No.” I purse my lips, my perusal of him blatant. “It’s just not fair that you’re this damn good looking and rich.”

His head falls back as laughter erupts from deep in his chest, amusement lighting up his eyes as they find their way back to mine. “Some guys get all the luck, I guess.”

“I guess,” I muse, my gaze shifting to his full lips before tracking a slow trail up to his gorgeous green irises.

“You really need to stop looking at me like that.” His voice grows even lower, a slight growl to its edge, as he leans closer.

“Like what?” I whisper, his face a breath from mine.

My eyes flutter shut as his whiskered cheek presses against my smooth one, his breath hot in my ear as he speaks. “Like you want me to kiss you.” His nose ruffles against my hair, loose strands drifting toward him as he inhales, humming when he exhales. “Roses.” His lips trail over my skin, up the edge of my face before leaving a soft kiss on my forehead. My eyes flicker as he pulls away, his gaze locking with mine. “If I kiss you now, I won’t stop.”

“So?” I mutter, desperate to feel his lips on mine. “I’m not saying stop.”

“And I don’t want you to.” He slides away from me but keeps a hand on my bare thigh. “Which is why I don’t mind waiting until tomorrow.”

I can’t help the frown that I know mars my expression, but I just don’t care. I’ve spent over six hours next to this man, this demi-god, and Jesus, he has me hot and bothered. I’m not giving up without a little bit of a fight. “We don’t have to.”

He answers on a low chuckle. “We do. For the sake of your interview.” He leans forward again, his hand sliding up my thigh until it stops just below the seam of my very short shorts. “Because, Chloe, once I start, it’s going to last a very, very long time, and I don’t want to be the blame for you not looking rested at your interview.”

I shift my eyes to his, my tongue swiping across my lips, dry from the short, quick breaths leaving them, and nod. He responds by cocking one side of his tempting mouth into a devilish grin, his fingers drifting like a feather down the length of my leg before they lift off my skin. He shifts back just as the driver pulls up in front of my hotel.

Sweet holy mother of God, I think I just came. Thank goodness my luggage is getting delivered tonight.

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