Page 55 of Billionaire Devil

And we haven’t even gotten to the Main Event yet.

We’re sort of glaring at each other now, but we’re used to this. We’re constantly pissing each other off, but there’s an edge to it. Like we’re having fun pissing each other off, so we keep doing it because it’s…turning me on.

“Do you want more coffee before you get up?” His question is gruff but with a man-version of patience behind it that’s more than a little endearing. “Because our plane is waiting for us—and donotsay no until you’ve at least seen it and talked to the shrink I brought in.”

“Shrink? What shrink?”

“She specializes in the fear of flying and she’s waiting for us at the airport to talk to you if you’re still unsure once we get there.”

“That’s very…thoughtful of you.”

“If you need a shot of whiskey or tequila or something a little lighter I’ve also got mimosas. A chef has prepared brunch for us, which is being loaded onto the plane as we speak. And did I mention there’s a bedroom with a king-sized bed?”

“Yes. You did.”

One of his eyebrows is cocked. “So? Is there anything I haven’t thought of that you need?”

“Can I take a shower first?” Am I really considering throwing my old phobia out the window at the first offer of flying private to Aspen with a sexy billionaire? Apparently yes.

“Take all the time you need. Put on one of your slinkylittle outfits and we’ll catch the limo that’s waiting downstairs to take us to the airport.”

Wow.

“You’re going to love Aspen.”

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I thankDr. Norton and climb out of the limo, where I just had a twenty minute session with her to address my “issues.” On the way to the airport I told Colton it wasn’t necessary for me to talk to a psychiatrist, but when I turned white as a sheet as soon as the plane came into view, he insisted.

“If I can take the edge off your fear, then that’s what I’m going to do,” he said. “That’s what I’m here for, Sunshine. No arguments.”

Meeting with shrinks in limos on the tarmac? Having your pilot wait until your therapy session is over before he fires up your private jet? This is seriously a next level lifestyle.

Colton’s waiting for me, leaning up against theotherlimo, arms folded. Looking surly. Not even reading his phone. Just waiting there. Even with the scowl, he looksmind-numbingly gorgeous, with his big, buff body, his aviators and his dark, windswept hair.

For I second I wonder if he’s mad that I’ve held us up. But he carefully loops a muscular arm around my shoulders and I realize his mood is all about…him being worried about me. Something about this unease in him etches itself into me. Like there’s a permanence to the mark it leaves.

How am I going to heal from all these marks he keeps branding me with once he’s gone?

“How was it?” he asks.

“It was helpful.”

“What did she say?”

“She told me to remember that anxiety isn’t the same thing as danger. I’m safer at 40,000 feet than I am on the ground.”

“As I’ve already said.” Cockily. But there’s something almost sweet about his concern. “Ishould be a shrink.”

Despite my nerves, his unashamed arrogance makes me smile. “Maybe we should go talk to Dr. Norton about your overinflated ego,” I tease him.

“No need. My ego’s perfect just the way it is.”

This makes me laugh. “Of course it is.”

“You’re good to go then?”

I take a deep breath, looking up at the admittedly very shiny and brand new-looking plane. “Let’s do this. I’ve been ordered to embrace the discomfort.”

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