He took me to the movies to watch the new F1 film, then we had hot dogs from a street vendor. We talked for what felt like hours; it was nice to just chat and get to know him.
It will be good for when we have to pretend around his family. The idea of lying to his family doesn’t sit well with me anymore, and I have not met them yet, but Romeo portrays them as amazing people.
There is a noticeable sense of sexual chemistry between us, though he has not initiated a kiss. I am simultaneously comfortable with this and somewhat disappointed, and I blame my romantic side for the mixed emotions.
Romeo takes my suitcase from me, and I pull the door closed to lock it, and as I step away, I am jerked back, my back slamming against the door. I let out a little squeal that has Romeo looking back at me.
“Shit, that will leave a bruise.”
“What happened?” he asks, rushing toward me.
Looking down, I see that the pocket of my cardigan has gotten caught in my door handle.
Fucking typical that I make a fool out of myself in front of him. I giggle as Romeo tugs on the material freeing it up, his handsome face carrying a grin.
“Come on, ya goof.”
Romeo leads me to his car and helps me in before stashing my suitcase in the trunk.
Once he is done, he climbs into the car, and we are off. I am not sure how much time passes, but in a blink we are at the airport. Romeo does not drive in the normal way, oh no, he takes a different road that leads to a private airstrip.
My mouth drops open, making him chuckle beside me when I see the private plane that sits idle on the tarmac.
“Are we flying in that?” I ask in awe.
“We are. Come on.” He climbs out before he opens my door for me, offering his hand so I can slide out of the car.
We walk hand in hand to the plane; I thought he would drop my hand after helping me out of the car, but he holds firm, making my inner romantic giddy.
Shit.
He lets me walk onto the plane first, and I see a pretty blonde at the top of the steps. Her smile falters when she sees me, but it brightens when her gaze lands on Romeo behind me.
“Mr. De Massy, sir, everything is ready for you. Let me know if there isanythingyou might need or want.” I cannot roll my eyes hard enough at her blatant flirting with Romeo while he has a woman with him.
“Just do your job correctly and politely and I will have what I need. Can you bring us some water, please?” He shifts his attention to me, guiding me to a double seat.
The interior has cream leather seating, with some dark oak panels. The dark oak wood sets off the cream and brass colors, giving it an expensive vibe. I see a bar at the back and then a door, which I suspect leads to a bedroom.
Does Romeo use that when he brings women on here?
My stomach gets tight at the thought of Romeo seducing other women on here. Using the place to get what he wants, or flying someone special for a sexy weekend away.
“Hey, are you okay?” His voice breaks through my thoughts.
I nod, finding him looking at me with a dipped brow, sitting on one of the big leather seats. “I am, just nervous.”
It hits me that I have not told Romeo that I am scared of flying and I do not do it much; I drive everywhere.
“Nervous? Of flying?” I nod, making sure that my seat belt is tight and locked in place.
“You will be fine.”
“Says the man who owns a private jet, who clearly flies a lot in this death trap. Oh my God, we will be trapped in this if we crash.” My heart starts racing, and my body tingles with both cold fear and heat from my panic.
My mini panic attack instantly goes silent when his lips press to mine. It is like he flipped the switch and everything went quiet.
His lips are soft, warm, and his day-old stubble itches my skin. His large hand cups my jaw, keeping me to him, as his thumb brushes over my cheek.
