As the flight attendant came back and set their food in front of them, she said, "Okay." "How about you, though? Don't you already have plans, and will you even be at the proper place? While she waited for his response, she took a bite out of her sandwich and groaned gratefully. She didn't notice how hungry she was since her anxiety made her focus only on the journey ahead of her. He inquired, "Where's the wedding?" After swallowing, she said, "On the Sunshine Coast." An hour away from the Coast in Brisbane, the plane they were aboard touched down. She would be picked up by Nathan, and they would continue driving. His eyes glowed as he grinned at her. What a coincidence, I'm going there too, he remarked. She questioned, "Business?" He gave a headshake. Long needed a getaway. "And you'd give up that for me?" It was her. He simply smiled and kept eating his sandwich. She gave a headshake. He was simply too nice to be true. She responded, "I'm not going to sleep with yo
Cassie was blue. He had been emailing back and forth with Cassie Smith, the goddamn PR account manager, for months. He had been losing his mind since he couldn't find her even though she had been there the entire time. Fuck. Would only he had known her name. However, wasn't that the purpose of that evening? Because his filthy stepbrother had hurt her, she had wanted to bury herself in anonymous sex. What a mess, by God. Before things became more difficult, he ought to have left at this point. To gaze at her, he turned his head. Her long, black lashes were resting on her lovely, flawless cheeks as she slept off on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed. The pulse in her throat beat steadily, reminding him of what it felt like to have his mouth there. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her full bottom lip begged to be kissed. Fuck. He could not possibly leave this woman alone. There was no way he could live the rest of his life without another taste of her because h
Before returning to her seat, she brushed her hair and sprayed herself with one of the available fragrances. Irish relaxed into her seat, closed her eyes, and began her breathing exercises in preparation for landing because the captain hadn't returned yet. Before confronting Nathan, she wanted to calm down, find her Zen, and get rid of any memories of Irish and what he had done to her body. He said, "Hey," in her ear, and she struggled to control another full-body tremble. It seems to be her go-to response to him. The 'fasten seatbelt' light dinged, and she responded, "Hey," opening her eyes as it did. He moved about in his seat while adjusting his suit coat and fastening his belt. When he felt comfortable, he asked her, "So, are you going to tell me your real name?" "Nope," she said, shaking her head after smiling, "not until I know whether I need your services this week or not." "Really Blue?" he scowled. He queried. "Are you going to abandon me?"
She followed him to a large, hefty Chrysler with dark-tinted windows and a dazzling chrome grill. Before unlocking the door for her, he opened the trunk and loaded her things. As soon as she climbed into the passenger seat, buttery leather engulfed her. Despite being an unattractive corporate car, it was really comfy. He turned to face her as he climbed into the driver's seat and grinned. He acknowledged that it was pompous, but the clients were impressed. That was understandable, of course, it was. She simply smiled and nodded as she watched him drive the tank of a car onto the freeway and out of the parking lot. She shakily said, "So, Nathan, what did you have to talk to me about?" Oh, okay, I almost forgot, he said. He gave her a fleeting glance. "I have a big favor to ask of you." She said, "Oh, sure," feeling let down that it wasn't the proclamation of love she had anticipated. "Anything." He said, "One of Ainsley's bridesmaids pulled out." "I don't recall the specifics, b
However, it's also possible that after seeing Blue, Nathan understood what he was sacrificing. Perhaps the moron who was his stepbrother had a flash of insight and saw what a wonderful lady Blue was and how fantastic it would be to have her in his life permanently. After all, wasn't it what she desired? Didn't he want her to be content as well? Yes, he did, but only because he didn't want her to be content with Nathan. Brian wished he could be the one to bring her joy. He desired to be the one who caused her to catch her breath and for her eyes to shine. He desired to be the one to wet her underwear, cause her nipples to protrude, and feel her legs around him as she sobbed in the heat of passion. Without a doubt, he didn't want Nathan to be in charge of any of it. When the vehicle came to a stop, Brian peered out the window at his stepfather's beautiful mansion. Despite his wealth, he had a godawful taste. The motorist opened his door after getting out and turning around. Brian exi
Brian entered the lobby of Oceans Resort precisely at seven and promptly stopped in his tracks. Blue stood there waiting for him, her hair a tumble of rose gold curls down her back. Up until now he had only ever seen her in a dress or nothing at all, but tonight she was wearing skinny jeans and nude heels that made her arse and her legs look mouthwatering, like, seriously. His mouth literally watered at the sight of them. Don't get the wrong idea, she’d looked great in a dress, and amazing naked, but in tight jeans that cupped her arse like a lover’s hands? He was already hard as a rock just from the sight and all he wanted to do was to walk up behind her and rub the evidence of his arousal over those perfect, plump cheeks. But he didn’t. He did walk up behind her though, and lifted his hand to move her thick hair to the side and over her opposite shoulder so he could press a soft, lingering kiss to the tender skin under her ear. He felt her stiffen and then relax against h
She shook head. "No, he had some work to catch up on." She turned to Blue. "Mum, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Blue. Blue, this is my mother, Maree." "Blue?" His mother asked as she pulled Blue in for a hug. "That's Irish's nickname for me," Blue said with a giggle, “Because of my red hair. My real name is Cassie." "Irish?" His mother asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. It was his turn to chuckle. "That's Blue's nickname for me," he said, sliding his arm around Cassie's waist and pulling her back in to his side. “Because of my devastatingly handsome green eyes.” He liked Cassie nestled in beside him and he didn't even want to acknowledge how good it felt to call her his girlfriend. His mother laughed delightedly. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Cassie. I can't tell you how surprised I was when Brian told me he had a date for the wedding." Cassie stiffened against him and she turned narrowed eyes on him. "Let's sit down," he said, avoiding
Cassie and Brian shared a look, one full of heat at the memory of how they met the first time. Cassie hadn’t been able to look at tequila, salt, or limes the same way since. “Irish picked me up in a bar,” Cassie said and he laughed heartily. Maree smiled uncertainly. “It’s true,” he told his mother. “I walked into a bar one night in Melbourne after a particularly bad day dealing with CASA and there she was. Fortunately, there was an empty barstool beside her, so I took it.” “Yes,” Cassie said, picking up the commentary, “and I was just coming out of a messy break-up and was trying valiantly to drown my sorrows.” “How long ago was this?” Maree asked, hanging off every word. “About six months ago,” Cassie replied. “You’ve been dating for six months?” Maree asked, her eyes swinging to Brian in accusation. He laughed. “Not exactly,” he said, “but we have been emailing back and forth. Cassie works for the PR firm that we hired to promote the new airline.” And just like that