Page 15 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
That's what he asked for already, isn't it? Except this time there is an urgency to his voice, as if this is important to him. So important perhaps his future depends on it, too.
Even as the thought strikes me, I almost reel from the intensity in those silver-green eyes. They burn with a fierceness I haven't seen before.
I nod, wordless.
For the first time, I realize the seriousness, the sheer stupidity, of the situation.
I can't back out now.
No doubt Jace will stick to his word, and not force me to sleep with him. The question is, can I resist the temptation to seduce him?
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Sienna
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“Sienna?”
The soft smell of the pine and cloves wafts over me. I lean into it.
The voice calls again. This time there's a touch of humor in it, which cuts through the layers of sluggish sleep.
I come awake in an instant, to find him watching me.
The green in his eyes swirl, drawing me in. He leans in to touch my cheek and a shudder runs through me, breaking the spell.
"Jace?" My voice comes out rough.
I clear my throat to dispel the remnants of sleep.
He doesn’t reply. His breath ruffles my hair, shuddering over my skin.
I want to touch his hair, his lips. Run my hands over the skin of his neck.
His eyes dilate into pinpricks of green. Then he's moving back and out of the car.
I blink, look out the window. We're parked on a runway. I've slept through the short ride.
Heaving my bag over my shoulder, I follow Jace to the small plane, gleaming silver in the sunlight. Up a small flight of steps into the door. When I walk in, my feet sink into the carpet, muffling the sound from my sneakers.
"Hello."
I look up in surprise at the man who appeared in front of me.
"Didn't mean to startle you," he says.
He's a comfortable height so I can look at him without having to crane my neck. Brown hair tops his pleasant face crinkled in a wide smile.
"I'm Eric."
At the question on my face he chuckles. A friendly sound. One that warms my heart and makes me trust him immediately.
"Guess Jace neglected to tell you I was coming along." His exasperated tone makes me smile.
The tension in my shoulders dissipates. "You're coming to London with us?"
Eric nods. "Bet you're relieved not to be on your own with that." He points toward Jace now seated at the back of the small plane, head bent over his tablet already.
