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His chuckle feathered over my lips. “I think I approve of this response.”
“Quiet.” Not wanting to risk spilling our drinks, I took advantage of my freedom from the seat belt and settled myself in his lap to kiss him again. His arms circled my waist, holding me to him as I tentatively explored his mouth with my tongue. This was my first time initiating the kiss rather than the other way around, and I relished the power of it. He lightly traced my spine as I deepened our embrace, showering goose bumps over myskin. I loved the way his simple touch affected me. It left me hot and needy and sent a tidal wave of sensation through my veins.
The clearing of a throat had me pulling back to meet the flight attendant’s surprised gaze. She held two trays of what I assumed was our dinner. I considered apologizing, but I knew it wouldn’t be believable. Instead, I planted one final kiss against his mouth before climbing off his lap. He followed it up with a smack on my ass that had me yelping.
“Will!” It came out on a startled laugh.
“Two can play that game, gorgeous.” By “game,” I assumed he meant my show of possession for the attendant. His returning the gesture made me grin.
Feel free to claim me anytime, Mershano, I told him with my eyes.
His returning grin seemed to say,Oh, I will.
And I hoped he meant it.
19
Airplane Shenanigans
One bed.
A queen size, maybe smaller.
The preflight video said nothing about joining the first class seats into one oversized mattress. I expected to find two single flattened recliner chairs with blankets on my return trip from the bathroom, but the crew had other ideas in mind. Will’s spicy cologne surrounded me as he rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Hmm, I see the flight attendant has decided we’re more than business acquaintances.”
“So this isn’t typical?” I pointed to soft white linen. “Where did that wall divider thing between the seats go?” It seemed a difficult thing to just remove, but I didn’t see it anywhere now.
His stubble brushed my neck as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Magic,” was all he said.
“Should we ask her to change it?” Even as I said the words, I took them back. “Yeah, never mind.”
The last thing I wanted was that blonde bitch to invite Will back to explore her “private cabin.” She’d flirted with him throughout dinner, constantly asking if he needed anythingelse. I would have considered it fantastic service, but she never addressed me. Her offers were for Will, and there was more than just food and beverage on her menu. To his credit, he maintained a polite yet reserved formality with her the entire evening. It left me wondering how often he put up with women like her.
“You want to wear the pajamas?” Will asked, ignoring my comment about changing the bed. He let go of me to pick up the packages on the bed. Our names were on the outside, with European sizes beside them. Considering I never gave the airline my dimensions, it could only have been the millionaire next to me.
“This is the second time you’ve ordered clothes for me without asking.” And from what I could tell, he’d nailed the measurements. Again.
“And I’m sure it won’t be the last,” he murmured. “Do you want to wear these?”
“You don’t sound very thrilled by them.”
He shrugged. “It’s an airplane bed. Comfortable clothes won’t make much of a difference to me.”
I scanned him from head to toe. He would require at least two-thirds of the mattress, and his feet would hang over the edge—a consequence of being a tall, muscular man. But this was better than coach. As for the clothes . . . “I’d prefer not to change.” My skirt suit served as professional armor. Sure, we shared a bed last night, but that was in the privacy of his home. An airplane was an entirely different circumstance.
Right. Because you’ve been the picture of professional so far on the plane.I bit my cheek and ignored my snarky bitch of a conscience. The only person who saw us kiss was the flight attendant. Who could she possibly tell?
Hopefully, no one. . .
Developing a sexual relationship with a client was frowned upon, especially for the lead attorney on a project. These international acquisitions were for his company, which made him and his organization a client, and a court of law would consider that a conflict of interest.
But the majority of the work is already done. . .
This trip was about finalizing the contracts and advising Mershano Vineyards as required. Will would be doing most of the talking, and I would only speak up if his business partners desired a change. Even then, I had instructions to send all requested changes back to Janet for vetting.
“What are you thinking about?” Will asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. The pajamas were gone, but I didn’t see where he stashed them.
