Page 48 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

“You should start expecting that.” I look down at the contract on the table in front of me.

Dozens of page flags stick out of the side, and I still have to finish reviewing a few files before we land in a few hours.

I want to have all my work done so I can spend as much time with Cora as possible.

Was whisking her away one of my better ideas? Yes.

Have I done this for any other woman before? No fucking way.

Cora told me she’d love to travel more. She wants to see the world, and I have the money to show her some of my favorite places.

Cora shakes her head. “Griff, don’t get me wrong—I’m so excited right now. But this is too much, really. We’ve been flying through the night, and now we’re over the ocean. I don’t know where you’re taking me, but I can already tell you it’s too much.”

“You could say that. I prefer to think of this flight as your introduction to the rest of the world.” I lean forward and run a hand through my hair.

As I pick up the red pen to make notes in the document, there is nothing I want to do more than get off this plane.

“You shouldn’t be spending this much on me. It’s not necessary.”

I shrug and skim through the first page. “It’s just money, Cora. Money comes, and money goes. I have enough to do something like this for you right now, so enjoy it.”

When I glance up, her eyes are narrowed, and her cheeks are the shade of pink I love. She’s embarrassed and certainly not used to being spoiled like this.

Things are going to be different for Cora and me.

She will know the best that life has to offer because I can give it to her. She can do whatever she wants without worrying about whether I will put her in the same situation her ex did.

Cora looks out the window again before grabbing her book from the seat beside her. “I know there’s no winning this argument with you.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “You’re right. Maybe next time I’ll let you win an argument about how I treat you to something nice.”

“I don’t need nice things. You don’t have to spend money on me.”

I arch an eyebrow and thoroughly look at her. “I thought you said there was no winning an argument about this?”

She laughs and shrugs one shoulder as she opens her book. “Can you blame me for trying one last time?”

“Not even a little.” I turn my attention back to the file. “Just sit back and enjoy the rest of the flight. Take a quick nap or something.”

She makes a noise in the back of her throat before settling in to ignore me for the rest of the flight.

When the plane lands at a private airport a couple of hours later, Cora looks outside and gasps. “Oh, Griffin!”

“Cora.” I skim through the last page of the document before stuffing it into my briefcase.

She stands and stretches before stooping down to look out the window again. Her eyes widen, and she points at the sign, ‘Welcome to Dublin.’ “You didn’t tell me we were going to be in Ireland,” she says.

I take her hand and lace our fingers together. “If I'd told you where we were going, you would never have agreed to come with me. I believe the words out of your mouth would’ve said it’s too much.”

“A private jet to Ireland is too expensive.” Cora stops just beside the door and pulls me into a tight hug. She stands on her toes and presses her lips to mine in a brief kiss. “Thank you so much.”

I grin and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’re welcome. Now, come on, no time to waste. I’ve arranged to bring our bags to the house where we’re staying while we go explore the city.”

Her entire face lights up as she hurries off the plane. I follow behind her, handing my briefcase to the pilot. He nods and takes off to gather the rest of our bags while I follow Cora to the waiting car.

She slides into the passenger seat as I take the driver’s side. The engine rumbles to life as Cora rolls her window down.

Rolling green hills are in the distance, and the sky is bright and sunny. It’s still early in the morning, giving us hours to explore before it gets dark.

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