“Don’t be ridiculous,” he gruffed. “Of course you can see the office. And once we’re finished there, I’ll drive you back to your plane.”
Don’t fall all over yourself with enthusiasm, she wanted to say, but bit her tongue. He was, after all, attempting to be magnanimous.
“Great,” she gave him a brilliant smile. “Now let’s get some sleep.”
They said their goodnights to the elder Sothards, then Jett preceded Trask upstairs where he pointed to his room, then hers.
“You can use the bathroom first,” he said, opening the door that lay between them. “If you need anything you don’t have in your bag, take a look under the sink. My mother keeps spare toothbrushes and stuff there, forunexpectedguests.”
Had he put an emphasis on the word, unexpected?
Duh.
Jett wanted to snicker. Trask had no idea just what kind of “unexpected” things she might have up her sleeve. But he’d find out, soon enough.
She gave him a jaunty wave, then entered her designated room. Which was lovely. Furnished with antiques that Jett just knew had been in the family for generations, she completely approved of the four-poster, cannonball bed that was graced with a meticulously-quilted, white bedspread.
Feeling a little like Goldilocks—settling in far too close to where the mean bear lurked—she bounced once on the mattress.
She found it not too hard, not too soft, but juuust right.
She giggled, wondering if porridge would be on the menu for breakfast.
Grabbing her go-bag, she made her way into the bathroom.
It didn’t take long to extract an oversized t-shirt and pull it on, nor was she lacking for anything in the way of toiletries. Jett finished up her nightly ritual rapidly, then signaled to Trask with a rap on his door, that she was finished.
“It’s all yours,” she said, before retreating to her room.
He didn’t answer, but less than a minute later, she heard him exit his room and head in to use the facilities.
Now was her chance.
Nervous excitement dispelled her tiredness and gave her a second wind, not knowing how her boldness would pan out. But Jett was determined, after the conversation with Trask’s mother, to do her best to confound the buttoned-up man. If she got “lucky” in the process, all the better. But tonight wasreallyabout busting his balls and getting him to let his proverbial hair down.
If she could entice him to laugh, she’d consider it a win.
Jett tiptoed silently into the hallway and pushed his semi-ajar door open to slip inside. She made sure to position the portal in the exact same attitude as he’d left it, then crept her way toward his bed.
Rats.No cowboys or rocket-ships. Just a nice, navy-blue comforter on a king-sized mattress. Clearly, he’d upgraded his childhood room for something more staid.
Too bad.
She eyeballed the mattress and tapped her lip.
To recline, or not to recline. That was the question. Since her goal was to throw Trask off guard with her presence—not look like a sexually-needy bitch—she decided to take up a cross-legged position on the end of his bed.
Once in place, she fluffed her hair, pinched her cheeks, and bit her lip to add some color, all the while making sure her shirt was pulled down far enough to cover all her naughty bits.
She didn’t want this simple meet-and greet devolving into sex just because he caught sight of her cootchie.Nope.Going at it like rabbits would have to be something he really craved doing, once he figured out that he actuallylikedher.
Which might be an uphill battle, but Jett was primed for it.
Unlike a lot of people, she loved a good skirmish, and was looking forward to using every weapon in her well-stocked arsenal to win the day. Or the night, if that’s what it took. But no matter. She wasn’t going to be easily defeated and sent back to her own room. He was going to find he’d met his match for the duration of this engagement.
When she heard the toilet flush, Jett steeled herself.
And when the door opened to reveal…
