His smile deepens.
“No.”
I stare at the blindfold.
At him.
Back at the blindfold.
“You flew me onto a private plane, made out with me at altitude, turned me into some deranged version of a good student, and now you’re blindfolding me?”
“That’s the current plan.”
“Tristan.”
“Stella.”
I fold my arms.
“This is getting excessive.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
I should be more suspicious.
Maybe I am, a little.
But mostly I’m just annoyed that he looks this calm while doing something this outrageous. I glance toward the windows, but all I can see is sky and a blur of coastline too far below to make sense of.
“Where are you taking me?”
His gaze drifts over my face, warm and steady.
“Somewhere worth the secrecy.”
“That is not reassuring either.”
He lifts one shoulder.
“You’re safe.”
I eye the blindfold again.
“What if I hate surprises?”
“You don’t.”
“What if I hate this one?”
His mouth curves.
“You won’t.”
Cocky ass.
I exhale hard through my nose and hold out my hand for the blindfold like I’m accepting a challenge I absolutely plan to win later.
Then I pause.
