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“Neither of you makes any sense,” Miranda admonished them. “And you wonder why I’m the boss...” Seemingly disgusted, she shook her head as she stepped out into the hall outside her suite of offices.
Now he wondered if she was only leaving with him to escape her sisters. He didn’t care what her reason was, though. Once he had her on that plane...
He was going to take her for a great escape and prove to her that she would be lucky to have him as a member of her dating service.
Not that he intended to actually join...
But his pride was still stinging a bit over her outright refusal to let him join, as if he wasn’t good enough for her clients—or for her.
Just as he wanted her to beg him to go home with her, he wanted her begging him to join Liaisons International soon. But that he would refuse to do.
He intended only to set her straight about his sister once and for all—so she would stop interfering in Blair’s life. He’d overheard some of the sisters’ comments about the freebie she’d given Blair. Did she intend to take it back?
Didn’t matter what she intended, though. He damn well wasn’t going to let her. But instead of lecturing and threatening her, he was going to charm her into agreeing to whatever he wanted. Like her.
Even annoyed—either with him or her sisters—she looked beautiful. Her lips, pursed into a slight pout, shimmered, and her blue eyes sparkled. And her body...
She was small but shapely and so damn sexy.
Damn, he wanted her.
But could he, the professional gambler, take such a risk? Miranda Fox wasn’t a woman a man would easily walk away from.
CHAPTER FOUR
HE’SUPTOSOMETHING...Something that was not going to end well for her.
Miranda had never been a nervous flier, until now. For the flights she’d taken, she usually had a different Snyder as the pilot. The one she trusted. As she settled into the passenger side of the two-seater plane, she remarked, “Before we take off, should I check to see if you’re wearing a parachute underneath your jacket?”
Grant’s brow furrowed with confusion. “Why would I need it? I’m a great pilot.”
“I was thinking that maybe you intend to bail out and let me and the plane crash into the ocean,” she said.
He chuckled. “I hadn’t thought of that. Not a bad plan...”
“So you do want to get rid of me!” she accused. She’d known he was up to something.
He flashed that wicked grin of his. “Would I have asked you out if I wanted to get rid of you?”
“I don’t know why you asked me out,” she said.
“I told you—it’s an audition so that you can see what a great date I will be and let me join your service.”
She shook her head. “I’m not buying it.”
“Then maybe it’s unrequited love.”
She laughed at his blatant lie. “I’d sooner believe you were trying to get rid of me.”
He shook his head. “Not by bailing out and ditching this baby. After what we just paid for it, Blair would kill me.”
The plane was quite luxurious, with a leather seat so comfortable that Miranda had sunk deeply into it. The control panel was trimmed with mahogany. And when he started it up...
The engine wasn’t loud at all, not like in the other small planes Miranda had ridden in with Blair. Or like the helicopter they’d had to take from Monaco to the airport in Nice. Grant hadn’t been at the controls of that, though. He’d been a passenger like her.
She hadn’t been nervous with that pilot, either. She’d been more nervous about the big man sitting so close to her that she’d felt the heat of his body. He had seemed nervous, though, so maybe he didn’t like it when someone else had the controls.
If that was the case, he wasn’t going to want to go out with her again. Not that she wanted to go out with him again. Hell, she hadn’t wanted to go out with him now. She didn’t even know why she’d agreed.
