Her fingers clutched the armrest, nails digging into the lush leather.
The rich aroma of roasted lamb and fresh baked bread wafted in from the adjacent room.
I pushed a champagne flute in front of her and held mine aloft in a mock toast.
“Soon you’ll dine like a queen,” I mused aloud. “Fitting, don’t you think?”
She shot me a scathing look. “A captive queen. Where am I?” she repeated.
“You’re currently on my private jet on your way to New York.” I took a sip and studied her reaction.
“You kidnapped me?”
I stretched out my arms and gestured to our surroundings. “Kidnapped is such an ugly word for such luxurious surroundings.”
“You kidnapped me.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“There is no agreeing to disagree. I’m stating a fact.”
“You haven’t even tried your champagne.”
“And let you poison me? I don’t think so.”
I reached over her seat and picked up her glass. Keeping my gaze on her, I took a long sip, then handed it back to her.
She took the glass and threw the contents in my face.
I removed the linen napkin wrapped around the bottle and blotted the liquid off. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That was an unforgivable waste of perfectly good champagne.”
She raised the arm clutching her empty champagne glass. “Unforgivable! You’re”—she pointed the end of the glass at me—“going to talk to me about unforgivable?”
I reached over and snatched the glass from her hand. No reason to give her more ammunition. “Fair point. You’re forgiven.”
Her fingers clenched into fists. “I didn’t ask for your forgiveness.”
“And yet I gave it to you anyway because that’s just the kind of decent man I am.”
I’d hoped to get a rise out of her and she did not disappoint.
She tried to stand but fell back when the seat belt tightened around her lap. With an adorably feral growl, she snatched open the seat belt latch and tried again. This time succeeding in launching herself into my lap, claws bared. “Decent man! Are you fucking kidding me?”
My hands wrapped around her wrists as I wrestled her against my chest. “You have a dirty mouth.”
The moment she gasped, I wrapped my other hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted like champagne and fury. As I kissed her, I lifted my hips to grind my hard cock against the backs of her thighs.
Her head jerked back. Breathless, she twisted her fingers into my shirt. “And you have a dirty mind.”
I eased my grip on her neck to push my fingers deeper into her soft, curly locks. “Aren’t we a pair.”
“We are not a pair. You are a kidnapper and possible murderer. You’re taking me to New York?” she spat out. “Why New York?”
“There is a man there I trust who owes me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“A special one that requires secrecy.”
