Page 101 of Rayna's Daddy

I was on autopilot.

Chandler got out of the elevator on the third floor. “Safe trip.” He waved and headed down the hall. In the lobby, I barely noticed the buzz around me as Patrick and two other guys on Kyler’s security team met us and walked us outside. A little blue-black sports car sat idle near the entrance. Kyler opened my door and helped me in. His arms slid across my body as he secured my seatbelt. My nipple instantly hardened. Kyler kissed me, but I was too stunned to respond, and it was over too quickly.

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, wait, come back, do it again, but he stood and closed my door. He walked around the front of the car and said something to Patrick before climbing into the driver's side.

Without another word, he slammed the car into drive, took my hand and kissed it, and then we were off.

Five minutes later, we were at a private airfield, driving up to a sleek black plane with the Quadrangle logo on the tail in gold. Tyler stood at the back of a black SUV typing on his phone. He had a cocky smirk on his face but looked relaxed. Not the wound too tight boy I saw at the dinner party a couple of nights ago.

We pulled in behind the SUV. I reached for the door.

“Wait there,” Kyler said.

I drew my hand back.

“I’ll help you out.” He kissed my hand again, released it, and opened his door. He rounded the back of the car. Patrick and his team had followed us in a similar SUV. Kyler opened my door. Leaned in to undo my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car.

“Finally.” Tyler huffed, but he had a grin on his face.

“Relax.” Kyler grumbled and walked up the plane steps with me in tow.

“I’m sorry we’re late.” I looked over my shoulder.

“You’re not late, darlin.” Tyler skipped up the steps. “I’m just giving my big brother a hard time.”

“Why?” I stepped into the plane and stopped.

“Because I can.” I bumped into the back of Kyler.

“Where would you like to sit?” Kyler asked. I didn’t answer. The dark outer shell of the plane was in complete contrast to the clean cream interior. Big, overstuffed seats sat in pairs along one side of the plane, four rows in total, and two couches faced each other at the back of the plane. Kyler guided me to a seat in the second row. He sat me down and buckled me in. “If you're tired, once the plane takes off, you can head back there and get some sleep.” He nodded towards the back of the plane.

Tyler went to the back and spoke to someone. He came back with a glass of champagne and sat next to me.

“Here.” He sat the glass on the little table separating our seat.

Kyler picked the glass up and handed it to him.

“She doesn’t need a drink right now,” Kyler growled at his brother.

“Fine,” Tyler tips the glass up and sipped it. He pulled his legs into the seat and sat crossed legged and took another sip.

Kyler glared.

I grabbed his hand.

“Give us a minute.” Kyler shouted.

“Dude.” Tyler shuddered. He downed the rest of his drink and stood up. “You could ask, you know.” He must have seen something he didn’t like it Kyler’s eyes because he spun around and headed back toward the back of the plane.

Kyler kneeled in front of me and rubbed the crease between his eyes. Funny, I hadn’t seen the crease in a couple of months. It miraculously returned the moment I realized Kyler was sending me away. He adjusted my seatbelt again. I looked out the side of the plane. An attendant in black slacks and black polo with a headset was loading suitcases into the plane beneath me.

“When you get to Newark Airport, Tyler’s driver will take you wherever you need to go.” He held my hand.

I turned back to him. I guess he wasn’t taking me home. I was silly to thank he would take the time and fly back with me.

“You okay?” He rubbed his hand up and down my arm. He reached up and placed the back of his hand on my forehead.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I pushed his hand away. “I’m just a nervous flyer. I’ll be fine once we get going.”

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