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“Wait—!” but before I could get the whole word out, he’d hung up. I turned to Ryan with eyes that could spew flames and balled up my fre
e hand into a fist. “What are you doing!?”
“Oh, come on,” he replied with his best sassy expression. “You know you want to take the job; you’re just too proud to admit it.”
I hate that he can read my mind.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “And did he just say he was going to send a car for me? I didn’t even give him my address—”
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth when I heard the sound of a car engine out front. Ryan and I both looked at each other before racing simultaneously into the living room and peering out the window to see a car that probably cost more than the house I grew up in idling in the driveway.
“I think he already knows…” Ryan said with a smile as he looked at me.
Okay, I thought. This is going to be a wild ride.
Chapter Four
Trent
There she is, I thought with a smile as the car pulled up on the runway. My sweet, sassy princess.
She came and that only confirmed what I already knew about her: she was mine.
She’d thrown me out of her office, but if I was really the asshole she thought I was—which I wasn’t—and she didn’t have any kind of feelings for me, she wouldn’t be here now, stepping out of the Rolls and walking toward the airstairs.
The way she moved had me hard as a bar of steel beneath my pants. It was almost the way an athlete moved; smooth, confident, sure of herself. And then those hips…
Baby-makin’ hips if I’d ever seen them before, and the desire to breed her—something I’d never felt before—was rising within me.
Kylie wasn’t your average hot girl. Not only did she have no idea who I was until her roommate told her, which honestly turned me on even more, but she also obviously had her own set of morals that she abided by. This wasn’t a girl who could be bought with money or fame or reputation.
And that was the kind of girl I could see myself with. And she had no idea what she was in for or what I had ready for her on the plane.
“Hey, there!” I called out as she reached the bottom of the steps, followed by Alfred.
“Who are you? Bruce Wayne?” she asked as she took the first step. “Having your butler come get me and bring me to your private plane?”
“Bruce would own the plane,” I smiled, taking her hand as she reached the top. “I just charter.”
Her skin was soft and she was warm. She smelled incredible—some kind of perfume or shampoo—but I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and get a whiff of her real scent.
I expected some kind of reaction from her when she stepped into the plane. Most people gasped, cried out, sighed, or jumped up and down at the sight of such exorbitant luxury, but Kylie simply looked around and nodded like she was appraising the thing for sale.
“Nice,” she said simply. “No flying coach for a man of your stature, eh?”
“I can’t be seen with the riff-raff,” I joked, but Kylie gave me a look like she wasn’t sure if I was kidding or not.
“Just a joke,” I replied, holding my hands up like a cop facing off with the police. “It’s more about scheduling than it is about being a baller. But pretending you’re Puff Daddy for a few hours flying across the country doesn’t hurt either.”
I led her into the main cabin, past the two smiling flight attendants who greeted us as we came inside, and over to a couch that sat by the windows. I moved to sit down beside her, but she quickly took a seat in one of the chairs across from me.
Still not sure about me, I thought with a slight smile. She’ll be a tough nut to crack.
But I wasn’t a man to shy away from a challenge. Never in my life had I seen something I wanted and not gone for it, and Kylie was no different.
“Ever flown private before?” I asked.
“Let’s not mess around,” she replied. “I want to know before we take off just what it is you are offering me, how much you’re paying me, and what the terms are.”
