He shrugged nonchalantly.“Well, you’re also nice to look at.I could use the eye candy.”
My eyes bugged out of my hand.“Eye candy?!You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
He laughed before pulling me from my chair and wrapping his arms around me.A jolt of electricity shot through me as our bodies pressed together.Palms flat against his chest, I looked up, instantly lost in the playful glimmer of his eyes.
Then he kissed me.
It was nothing like our kiss last night—or at the fundraiser, for that matter.It was gentle and sweet, filled with tenderness and longing.Too soon, he pulled away.My heart was giddy while my head threatened to ruin the moment of bliss.
“I am, in fact, fucking kidding you.”He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, savoring the taste of our kiss.“In addition to being excellent eye candy, you’re brilliant and kind and witty.And I value your perspective, which is why I’d like you to join me for the last of our negotiations in London.”
Well, damn.I wonder if he’d writethaton a cocktail napkin for me.
My heart did backflips, and for once, my head gave a restrained, approving nod.“When you put it that way, it seems only logical.”
“Exactly.And if you happen to come back as my girlfriend, I wouldn’t be upset.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“But you’ll still come with me?”he asked eagerly.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence.“Yes, I’ll come.”
His suggestive wink made my heart flutter.
“You don’t have to make it dirty.”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
* * *
“Where are my shoes?!”
“Right here, crazy lady.You need to calm down.”
Marco was enjoying a relaxing Sunday morning sprawled out on the couch.I was running around his apartment like a chicken with my head chopped off.
“How do you expect me to calm down?One, I have never been on a plane before.Two, I am going on a trip with my hot boss who has made it very clear that he wants to sleep with me.Three, I very much want to sleep with him, too.This is a disaster.”
“Sounds fucking perfect to me.”
“You are not helpful.”
“Ah, but I am hopeful.Hopeful that you’ll come back far less high-strung because Mr.Moneybags will have fucked you like a right good ol’ chap.”
“I hate you.”
I found my shoes and gathered my bags by the door.It was only a two-night trip, but I had no idea what to expect.Like any respectable woman, I had over-packed.
Emmett had called yesterday to tell me a car would pick me up at ten in the morning and our flight would depart at eleven.I immediately questioned him, reciting the tips I had read on Google.
“Aren’t you supposed to arrive at the airport at least two hours before departure?”
His deep chuckle—even over the phone—made my blood heat.
“Not when you’re flying on the private corporate jet, Miss Winters.”
“Oh.Right.”
