There was nothing gaudy about any of the furnishings. It looked very masculine.
It even smelled masculine. Leather and suede. Earth tones.
Beyond the three rows of seats, there was a small sitting area with a couch and one chair with a coffee table and a television. To her left between the seats and the cockpit was a small galley area complete with a steward. The older man smiled at her and welcomed her on board.
She saw that Debbie was already seated and had made herself comfortable.
As she and Damon took their seats beside each other, the steward introduced himself as Bill and asked her if she wanted a drink.
She glanced at Damon then back at Bill. “Do you have wine?” she said.
Bill smiled. “But of course. Mr. Paige keeps the airplane stocked with all the necessities.” he replied.
She’d agree that wine was very necessary.
A few moments later, Bi
Behind her, a grim faced older gentleman flanked by a younger woman and a man who looked slightly younger than Damon, walked slower but with no less purpose in their direction.To her surprise, Damon took her left hand in his and held it close to his side. He fumbled with her fingers even as he looked up with a welcoming smile. It looked completely forced to Wendy, but the woman didn’t seem put off.Debbie went past them.The woman, who Wendy recognized as Damon and Debbie's mother, threw her arms around Debbie. "Oh sweetheart, you are here!" the woman said."Yes mom, we are here" Debbie replied, smiling and hugging her mother tightly, then she moved to hug her father too.The woman threw her arms around Damon, and still, he didn’t let go of Wendy's hand. He returned her embrace with his free arm and said, “Hello, Mom. I told you I was co
Wendy smiled. “It’s all right. Truly. It is one of those things women like to know. Men are so thick when it comes to these things, but if any awkwardness can be avoided, I would like to know.” She said.And she could go straight to hell for lying, too. She’d just make sure Damon got there first for his role in this debacle.“It’s all in the past. Rest assured.” Martha said.“Naturally,” Wendy said drily.“Damon and Grace were engaged. It was a long engagement. The truth of the matter is, I’m just not sure how much of Damon's affections were engaged. Grace and Sam fell in love, and well, it’s obvious to anyone that those two were meant for each other. Damon didn’t take it well, though, and if I hadn’t begged him to come to the wedding, I have no doubt he wouldn’t be here.”Wendy nodded, understanding now why he and Debbie didn't want to attend the wedding in the first place.
“I have had it with people trying to make me do things that I don't want to do. That's the reason why I left my dad's company. It's the reason why I came here. But you don't care about that, do you? As long as you get what you want. But listen to me, I'm not going to let you use me to lie to your mother because your fiancée humiliated you by dumping you for your cousin. Here’s another thing you should know. Crap happens. It happens all the time. Get over it.”Damon's hands closed over her shoulders. She tried to flinch away, but he held tight. There was honest regret in his eyes, but there was also determination. Stubborn determination.“Sit down, Wendy,” he ordered in a low voice.She gaped at him.“Please.” he said.It was the please that did it. Or maybe it was how tired and resigned he sounded.Or maybe it was the bleak light that entered his eyes. Or maybe she was just a flami
He blinked and then looked a little sheepish. “Okay, I get it. I’m an immature, egotistical man. The male ego is obviously a fragile creature. I think we can agree on that. Yes, it occurred to me to get a little of mine back on her by showing up with a gorgeous, stunning woman. Sue me. I even hatched the whole engagement scheme complete with the ring because I figured it was the best way to get them all off my back.” Damon said.Her shoulders shook and she closed her eyes. The man was nothing if not honest.She had to give him that much.“Wendy, look at me, please.” he said.His entreating tone had her turning once more to stare into those intense dark eyes. He looked earnest, and he looked…..worried.“I didn’t do any of this to hurt you, I swear. I thought if I just came out and asked you to do me this favor, you’d have never agreed to come with me, even with the promise of listening to your
She looked down at her hand that was still underneath his. His thumb pressed into her palm, and his fingers lay still over hers, but the warmth of his touch spread up her entire arm and into her chest.She liked this man. Genuinely liked him, stupid ambush aside. He hadn’t sugarcoated any of it. And above all else, she liked honesty. He hadn’t shied away from how the entire situation made him look. It certainly didn’t make him appear very noble, but she couldn’t get beyond thinking he was just that. Noble and honest.The ring on her finger sparkled and glinted in the light. For just one moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if it were all real. Two seconds later she mentally slapped herself silly and told herself to get over her foolishness.She had a job to do. She had to impress this man with her brains and her creativity, her drive and her determination. She could do all that. And if it meant she had to go beyond the
“Ah, I think I’m beginning to understand the fiancée thing more now.” Wendy said.He nodded. “Yes, I don’t harbor any illusion that Sam and Grace are some great love match. I had Grace, so Sam decided he wanted her. Grace saw Sam's appointment to CEO as her ride into a life of glamour.”“And were you and Grace? A love match, I mean?” she asked gently.He pursed his lips and blew out a long breath. “This is where I look like the jerk.” he said.Wendy chuckled. “Jerk? You? Surely you jest.”“All right, don’t rub it in,” he grumbled. “I’ve admitted my shortcomings.”“Do continue. I’m dying to hear all about what a toad you are.”She replied.Her eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement. He&rsq
He wasn’t the only one who felt the magnetic pull between them. “What are we going to do, Red?” he murmured. He saw her swallow nervously. She hadn’t misunderstood, but neither did she respond.“I want you so damn much I hurt. I’ve hurt for weeks. Every time I look at you, I get so many knots that I can’t function. I’ve thought of all the ways I can explain to you that our business relationship has nothing to do with the desire I feel for you. But the simple truth is I don’t give a damn. I want you in my bed, and I don’t care what has to be done to make that happen.”Her eyes went wide and frightened. He hated that. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him.“You feel it, too. Don’t deny me that much.” Damon said.Slowly she nodded. Her fingers went to her forehead and she dug them into her hair. Still, he co
He needed air and he broke away only long enough to pull oxygen into his starving lungs. She gasped along with him, and then he started at the corner of her mouth and licked and kissed his way across to the other corner.Her small hands slid up his chest. It was like a heating element sliding over his skin. She left a blazing trail of fierce need in her wake. His entire body came alive, and all she’d done was touch him. Innocently.They wound up around his neck and then her fingertips just delved into the hair at his nape. He shuddered, and it was all he could do to retain his tight hold on his control.His body screamed at him to haul her over his shoulder and drag her caveman-style to the bedroom. He’d rip off her clothes and spend the night taking her over and over until they both succumbed to exhaustion.His mind yelled at him to be careful. To take it slow. Not to push her so far away that she nev