Page 59 of The Arrangement
Chloe rolls her head to face me, her thick lashes fluttering. “This is pretty incredible. I’ve dreamed of this a million times and knew it would be something to see, but it’s better than I imagined.”
“It’s pretty dark out there. Wait until we fly home. It’ll be light out, and you’ll see some beautiful landscapes.”
Her lips twitch. “I’m not talking about landscapes, Jason.”
I smirk as her gaze travels over my jaw, down my shoulders, and along the length of my arms.
“Just when I think you can’t get any hotter, I get to watch you fly a plane,” she says, grinning.
“That makes sense,” I say, bracing myself for her reaction. “Every woman who finds out I’m a pilot is instantly turned on.”
She gasps. “Hey! You can’t talk about other women now. I’m about to be your wife, Mr. Brewer.”
She’s only playing, but I’m not.
I lift a brow. “And hearing you call yourself my wife is,by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her playfulness switches to lust, and I feel the heat in my cock.
Our connection has shifted seamlessly from friends to soon-to-be lovers, a term I’m ready to unhyphenate as soon as possible. I’ve tried to play it cool and ensure I’m not taking advantage of her. But she brushed her hand against my groin when getting into the car, swiped her ass against my cock when boarding the plane, and wore the lowest-cut top she owns.
She wants this as much as I do.
And I’m here to help … and please.
God, I want to please her.
“I thought the hottest thing you’ve ever heard would be something likethe safety reports are all on your desk, and there are no violations,” she jokes, pulling her sweater tighter. The movement causes her breasts to press together and amplifies her cleavage.
I chuckle. “Thatispretty hot.”
Her laughter’s quick, and I want to reach out and touch her. Stroke the side of her face. Let my fingertips dance up her thigh. Press my hand into the small of her back and guide her to me.
But I can’t. Not yet.
If it kills me, and it might, I will show her respect. I’ll wait until she proves this is what she wants by going through with it.By marrying me.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
I hide a smile.
“Tell me,” she says.
“I was just thinking that you were my assistant yesterday, and today we’re on our way to get married—and we weren’t even in a relationship.”
“It’s kind of perfect, huh?”
My brow furrows as I look at her.
“Relationships are a pain in the ass,” she says. “What’s the point of them? To get to know each other?” She shrugs. “Well, I know you better than I would’ve had we been dating. I’ve seenyou every day for years, and I’ve seen you at your best and not so best.”
That makes me laugh.
“We skipped the getting-to-know-you and are going right to the fun,” she says, her grin mischievous.
She has a point.
“Do you think anyone in the office will believe we’ve been secretly dating?” she asks. “I’m kinda worried it’ll be weird on Monday.”
