Page 135 of The Wildest One
The truth was, I didn’t have to be at the arena. I had the capabilities to work from home since my laptop could access every task I needed to accomplish. Plus, my assistants would much rather be working from the comfort of their couches as well.
I came to the arena to see Beck.
“Where would we be running to?” I asked.
He took a step closer. “You either say yes and we leave right now. Or you say no and you never find out what I had planned.”
My hands lifted from my waist, my arms crossing over my chest. “Now that’s just mean.”
“What’s your answer, gorgeous?”
“I mean …” I glanced down my body. I had on jeans and a Whales sweatshirt. A pair of cute sneakers. And my hair, it was in a high ponytail—today wasn’t a wash day. “Look at me. I’m dressed for a game, not to go out anywhere. Shouldn’t I change? Or …”
“You look perfect.” He held my chin. “Stop looking for reasons, Jolie. Just say yes.”
I gazed into those beautiful hazel eyes. Eyes that could get me to agree to almost anything. “Yes.”
He held out his hand for me to grab. “Come on.”
“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going?” My fingers clasped his, and as we neared the exit of the arena, I added, “What about my laptop? It’s in my office. I need to get it so I can get some work done.”
“Work your assistants will cover while you’re gone.” He gave me a long stare. “Where I’m taking you, you’re not going to be needing anything but me.”
While I’m gone?
“And my Jeep, Beck. It’s in the parking lot. Are you going to bring me back here later so I can grab it? I’m assuming we’re taking your car?”
He laughed. “So many questions.”
“I feel like I’m getting kidnapped. On a random Tuesday. Sue me for wanting to know things.” I winked at him.
“Here’s all you’re getting: a driver is picking us up, and my assistant will have your Jeep taken to my house. Where’s your fob?”
What is even happening right now?
“It’s in the top drawer of my desk.”
“Is your office unlocked?”
“Yes.”
He took out his phone, holding it in his palm while he typed with his thumb, appearing to send a text before his cell went back into his pocket. “Done.”
“You make everything look so easy.”
He smiled at me as we walked through the door of the arena, an SUV waiting for us directly outside. “Because it is, baby.”
When I stepped onto Beck’s private plane, I had no idea where we were flying to. Five hours later, as we were getting ready to land, I still didn’t know. The monitors inside were dark. The flight attendant had given absolutely no hints at all. The two captains had provided updates, but without the mention of a destination or where we were flying over.
But what had been waiting for me on one of the seats when we boarded was a bag that Beck’s assistant had packed for me—the only clue that, wherever we were going, we were staying overnight. Inside were four outfits, shoes, accessories, cosmetics, and makeup. One day, I would meet CC—the woman who had worked for the Weston family for years—and get to thank her in person for having such incredible taste, taste that had only improved from the clothes she’d bought me in college. For now, I just used Beck’s phone to text her, sending her my appreciation that way.
“We’re about to land,” Beck said from the seat beside me. We’d just finished nibbling on a charcuterie board, seated on a couch together, our food and drinks on a table in front of us. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
“No.” I huffed. “I don’t know if we went east or west, north or south. Every time I look out the window, nothing below gives it away.”
His hand fanned over my cheek. “Surprising you might be my second favorite thing.”
“Yeah? What’s your first?”
