I need to get home.
I was planning to leave London around mid-morning on Saturday, arriving in New York later that day so I could have the entire Sunday to get my body back to local time.I have a busy week ahead.
“So,” Jeremy continues.“I booked you a first-class ticket on the red-eye to JFK tonight.”
My brows furrow.
“What?”
Commercial.I don’t fucking fly commercial.
I don’t do people and wanted to make some phone calls while I was flying for over nine hours.
“I hope that’s okay.I was going to book both seats in the aisle, but I didn’t know if you’d think that was going overboard.”
No.
But I can see whyhewould.Proving that Jeremy was definitely not the right assistant for me.
Goddamn it.
I need to get home.I can’t afford another day away from the office after traveling in the Middle East and stopping in London for a couple of other meetings.Despite being able to work anywhere in the world, I need to get on the ground in Manhattan to ensure that the Crown Plaza project moves forward.
Attending the gala in Dubai that Khalid held in my honor on the last night of my visit was supposed to solidify our contract.I was expecting his signature and money transfer early next week.
Except he disappeared halfway through the evening.His brother and close adviser, Rashid, told me to enjoy my night and that they would be in contact.Since then, something has been bothering me.I might not be an expert on their culture, but suddenly disappearing like that doesn’t feel like a good sign.
When I mentioned it to Victor, my chief financial officer, who traveled with me—and flew directly home from Dubai two days ago—he shrugged it off.
“He’s a sheikh.Probably had to go do sheikh business.”Victor brushed my concerns off.
I know what was nagging at me.The sheikh’s daughter shocked the fucking hell out of me by sliding her hand over my thigh during dinner and gripping a handful of my cock.
My soft cock, for the record.
I reacted fast.Taking her hand and removing it, I turned and gave her a stern glance.Slowly, I placed her hand back on her own lap.
I could only see her eyes, but they were full of the kind of mischief most men dreamed of.
Not this man.
I was after the half a billion dollars her father was investing in the Crown Plaza development, not her virginity.I assumed.
She played a dangerous game, and I wanted no part of it.
“Are you there, sir?”
“Yes.”I stride across the room and refill my glass.Taking a large sip, I let out a noisy gasp.“Red-eye.Tonight.Got it.”Goddamn it.“Send me the flight details.And Jeremy?”
“Yes, Mr.Remington?”
“Make sure you clear out your desk and leave instructions for your replacement before you leave tonight.”
Silence.
Then, “Yes sir.Um, thank you.It’s been a really great experience work—”
Jesus.
