She’d been playing it cool and professional in front of the team. Smart. Protecting both of us from office gossip and awkward questions. But that whisper—that promise—told me everything I needed to know.
Relief hit me so hard and fast, I almost laughed. Instead, I just stared at her, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Seven o’clock,” I said, my voice low enough that no one else could hear. “My place. Don’t be late.”
Her smile was pure sunshine. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
She turned and walked toward the door, and I couldn’t help watching the sway of her hips, the confidence in her stride.
Just before she disappeared into the hallway, she glanced back over her shoulder. The look she gave me was pure heat, full of promise, and it sent fire straight through my veins.
The door closed behind her, and I stood there in the empty conference room, alone with my thoughts. I’d been terrified. Convinced I’d ruined everything. But she wasn’t pulling away.
She was all in.
The realization settled over me like warmth, chasing away every doubt that had plagued me all morning. This woman—this brilliant, passionate, surprising woman—wasn’t just a weekend fling. She wasn’t a mistake or a complication. She was my future.
She’d reminded me why I built things in the first place. Not for money or recognition or to prove something to the people who’d screwed me over, but to make a difference. To create something meaningful. To connect with people in a way that mattered. She’d given me back my star quality—the vision and idealism I thought I’d lost forever.
And tonight, I was going to start doing this right. Real dates. Taking our time. Building something that mattered, not just in the bedroom but everywhere else too.
I smiled—a real, genuine smile that felt unfamiliar on my face. It had been years since I’d smiled like this. Years since I’d felt this kind of hope. But Sutton did that to me. She made me believe in possibilities again.
I grabbed my laptop and headed back to my office, already planning what I’d cook for dinner. Something impressive but not pretentious. Something that would make her laugh and relax and feel like this thing between us could actually work.
When I glanced at my phone again, a text from Sutton lit up the screen.You looked like you were going to have a heart attack in that meeting. Did you really think I was going to ghost you after this weekend?
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
Me:The thought crossed my mind.
Sutton:For a billionaire genius, you’re kind of an idiot sometimes.
Me:I’m aware.
Sutton:Good. See you at seven. And Jameson?
Me:Yeah?
Sutton:Wear something comfortable. I plan to take my time with you tonight.
Heat flooded through me, and I had to adjust myself in my pants like a damn teenager. This woman was going to be the death of me. And I couldn’t wait.
EPILOGUE
JAMESON
“Are you a member of the Mile-High Club?”
My wife’s question pulled my attention off the tablet in my hand. Granted, I was already looking for an excuse to take a break from the quarterly earnings reports, but this was something else entirely.
Sutton’s hand was on my thigh, and her eyes were practically sparkling. Oh, yeah. She was definitely up to no good.
“Can’t say I am,” I said.
Sutton glanced toward the cockpit. “How long until we land?”
I glanced at the time on my screen. “We still have a good hour.”
