“Thank you,” I say.
She moves to Kat, placing what looks to be a fruit juice in the drinks holder.
Kat looks up and smiles.
Claudia says something before she retires.
I place the beer to my lips, taking a long drag on the bottle, returning my focus to the three hundred plus emails I’ve amassed in my absence.
“Last night?—”
“Don’t you dare say it was a mistake,” I snap, closing my laptop before swivelling to face her.
Kat raises an eyebrow. “I was going to say, it was inevitable. Our sexual chemistry has always been off the scale, even before everything that happened. Add the destination, our situation, our passion for the new project.”
“Inevitable?” I repeat the word, seeing how it rolls around my mouth and off the tongue.
There’s a definite bitterness.
“We’re both passionate people, Jax. We’ve had a busy few days, yesterday with the trip, playing tourist. I just think it would be a mistake to take it any further. We both have a lot of commitments, things people need from us. I think?—”
“Speak for yourself, Kat. Don’t make your excuses mine. Fine, if last night was a onetime only fuck, so be it, but own it.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” her eyes flash. “Why are you being like this?”
“Pissed?” I ask. “Difficult?”
I sigh.
What’s the point?
Telling her I can’t simply forget the best sex of my life makes me sound sad and desperate.
“Okay, princess, have it your way,” I say. “And before you ask. Yes, I can be professional, and no, I won’t tell the board, or your brothers how hard you came around my cock.”
“Don’t be crude.”
“Not crude, factual. As I said. I’m a professional. It’s how I’ve built up my company, made my money. You don’t need to worry, I’m not willing to jeopardise that, even for you.”
Silence descends between us.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got several hundred emails to work my way through, and I want to finish the proposal.”
There’s an indent on Kat’s lower lip where she’s bitten down on it.
Her gaze locks on mine before she drags it away, returning her attention to her laptop.
I exhale softly and reopen my computer, hoping upon hope, that there’s something in my emails that can distract me from the woman sitting only a few seats away.
I wake with a start.
“We’ll be landing soon, Mr Jaxson.”
“Thank you, Claudia,” I say, straightening up and running a hand over my face.
I scan the cabin, but Kat is nowhere in sight.
Was my snoring that bad?
