Page 102 of Boss of Me
What can I say? I’m addicted.
As we set off for the airport, Gunner reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together on his thigh.
I give him a coy smile. “You’re a man of many secrets, Mr. Ransom. When did you plan this surprise getaway?”
“Probably the night I met you.”
I choke out a laugh. “Come again?”
“Maybe not that night, but shortly after.” He smiles enigmatically, watching my eyes to gauge my reaction to his words. I can’t tell if he’s serious or not, but my heart beats faster just the same.
“Leaving yesterday would have given us more time together, of course. But I didn’t want you to miss class.” Keeping his eyes on mine, he brings our joined hands to his mouth and brushes his lips across my knuckles, sending little tingles down my spine.
“Did you like the red dress?” he murmurs.
“Are you kidding? It’s absolutely stunning,” I gush breathlessly. “I can’t believe you had a dress made for me!AZuhair Muraddress!”
He chuckles. “It never hurts to have famous friends.”
“I bet,” I say with a grin. “I loveeverythingyou bought me, including the sexy lingerie. You have outstanding taste.”
His eyes glimmer. “Can’t wait to see you in it.”
“The dress? Or the lingerie?”
He leans close to whisper in my ear, “Both.”
Delicious heat curls through my body, pulsing between my legs. His bones aredefinitelygetting jumped tonight.
“So,” I say in a breathy voice, “where are you taking me?”
“Kauai,” he responds. “I have a home there.”
I gasp in shock. “We’re going toHawaii?”
“We are.” He’s smiling. “Ever visited?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to!” Overcome with excitement, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him soundly on the mouth.
He laughs, warm and husky.
“This is so awesome! You’re the best boyfriendever!” The moment the words leave my mouth, I realize my mistake and blush furiously. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you that. I just . . . I mean . . .” I’m floundering, adrift on a sea of doubt and trying to find the right words to rescue myself. “I know we haven’t defined our relationship?—”
He leans in and kisses me, cutting off my words. “Don’t overthink this,” he whispers against my mouth. “Let’s just enjoy our weekend together, just the two of us. We can worry about labels later.”
I stare into his eyes, then swallow thickly and nod.
When his phone rings, he pulls it out of his pocket and swears under his breath before sending me an apologetic look. “I have to take this.”
“No problem,” I say, smiling. “I’ll just sit here fantasizing about sunny beaches and mai tais.”
He winks at me before bringing the phone to his ear. He talks business until we reach the airport, where we board his custom Gulfstream.
I’ve never been on a private jet and have only flown first class once in my life. So I’m dazzled by the sheer opulence of the cream leather seats, burled wood accents and multi-entertainment screens. There’s also a kitchen, bedroom and an executive lounge for meetings.
“Wow,” I marvel after a quick tour. “This is like a five-star hotel on wheels.”
Gunner chuckles behind me. “Sit wherever you want.”
