As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know they’re a mistake. Rhys’s grin grows impossibly wider. “I was a fighter pilot for the Royal Air Force for five years.”
I shake my head because seriously... Rhys in a uniform. That image is my undoing. “And this isn’t because you want to sleep with me?” I push back weakly.
He curves his hand around the back of my head, and an unfortunately sexy smirk slides across his lips. “No, love. I wanted to sleep with you before I thought about the position. The fact that you happen to be exactly what I need for the foundation is just a bonus.”
“But won’t Human Resources have a problem with it, if I take the position and sleep with the boss?” I taunt, knowing if I go home with him, there’s absolutely nothing to stop the chemistry between us from combusting.
“Are you feeling harassed, love?”
“Not yet.” I carefully tuck his phone back in his pocket. “Let’s see if that changes after a shower, a nap, and a flight halfway across the world.”
Bellamy
Ummm... Cait. I may have done something a little crazy.
Caitlin
Crazier than getting knocked up by your brother’s best friend?
Bellamy
. . .. . .. . .
Caitlin
Yeah . . . didn’t think so.
Bellamy
I’m sitting on a private jet next to Rhys Windsor, waiting to fly to Mornea so he can show me the once in a lifetime job he just offered me with his mother’s foundation, helping people affected by cancer.
Caitlin
Are you fucking kidding me?
Bellamy
Not even a little bit.
Caitlin
Holy shit. When you go big, you go really big.
Bellamy
Not usually.
Caitlin
Well, you did this time.
Bellamy
I guess so. Don’t say anything, okay? I’m going to take a few days to take it all in before I make any decisions.
Caitlin
You mean you’re actually considering the job?
