He nodded, reaching for one of his guitars. “We’ve got some time to kill. Play that again.”
23
MAIA
Now
* * *
I’m tied down!
I jolted awake when I tried to roll over and couldn’t move, and it took me a second to process that it was a seat belt holding me in place.
Zane, dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, leaned over me and set a breakfast tray on a built-in table. “Morning, sunshine.”
I jolted again, waking up enough to realize we were in factflying. The telltale noise of the engine and the gentle movement of the aircraft confirmed what my confused senses had been trying to tell me since I started to gain consciousness.
I unbuckled the seat belt he must’ve put on me once I was asleep—how considerate of him to abduct me safely—and pushed him away. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere over the ocean.” He wasn’t even pretending to be sorry.
“Take me homeright now.”
How long had I been asleep? More importantly, I hadn’t slept that deeply in…I had no idea. Did the exhaustion finally catch up with me? If that was the case, surely it would’ve happened before now.
It was the sex, dummy. Orgasms like that would make anyone relax.
He pulled up a window shade, flooding the cabin with sunlight. “I can’t. We’ve already been flying for hours. We’d run out of fuel. We have to reach our destination now before turning back is an option.”
I paced angrily in the aisle. “You sonofabitch. Youliedto me.”
His easy smile vanished. “I’ve never lied to you, Maia. Can you say the same?”
I narrowed my eyes, not willing to take the bait.
He changed tactics. “You agreed to spend the weekend with me, remember?”
Had I? My memory was pretty fuzzy after the second or third orgasm.
“Was I even awake for this supposed conversation?”
“I said we’d go to a hotel. That’s exactly what we’re doing. If you were already planning to spend the weekend with me, why does it matter if we get out of town to do it?”
Now that he said it, I did remember mention of a hotel. At which point, I’d envisioned sinking into a luxurious bed and sleeping for two days straight. I hadn’t in any way been coherent enough to consider what spending it with him would be like. “Ever heard of consent, asshole?”
The smug grin he gave me shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Ever heard of a surprise?”
“Where are we going?” I asked, assuming the answer was Hawaii.
His grin got bigger. “London.”
My blood pressure skyrocketed. “Are you kidding me? It’s going to be a nice visit to the airport since I don’t have a passport and they’re not going to let me in. I don’t care how famous you are now, they’re not going to let that one slide.”
He reached into a leather satchel and tossed a passport to me. I flipped through it to find it was in fact mine. My anger spiked back up to astronomical levels again. “You broke into my house?!”
“Technically? No. Be more careful about the allegiances of who you give keys to.”
“Ophelia.” I picked up my phone to lay into her only to remember we were in the air with no signal.
