Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Are you doing okay over there?” I ask.
Chloe rolls her head to face me, her thick lashes fluttering. “This is pretty incredible. I’ve dreamed of this a million times and knew it would be something to see, but it’s better than I imagined.”
“It’s pretty dark out there. Wait until we fly home. It’ll be light out, and you’ll see some beautiful landscapes.”
Her lips twitch. “I’m not talking about landscapes, Jason.”
I smirk as her gaze travels over my jaw, down my shoulders, and along the length of my arms.
“Just when I think you can’t get any hotter, I get to watch you fly a plane,” she says, grinning.
“That makes sense,” I say, bracing myself for her reaction. “Every woman who finds out I’m a pilot is instantly turned on.”
She gasps. “Hey! You can’t talk about other women now. I’m about to be your wife, Mr. Brewer.”
She’s only playing, but I’m not.
I lift a brow. “And hearing you call yourself my wife is, by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Her playfulness switches to lust, and I feel the heat in my cock.
Our connection has shifted seamlessly from friends to soon-to-be lovers, a term I’m ready to unhyphenate as soon as possible. I’ve tried to play it cool and ensure I’m not taking advantage of her. But she brushed her hand against my groin when getting into the car, swiped her ass against my cock when boarding the plane, and wore the lowest-cut top she owns.
She wants this as much as I do.
And I’m here to help … and please.
God, I want to please her.
“I thought the hottest thing you’ve ever heard would be something like the safety reports are all on your desk, and there are no violations,” she jokes, pulling her sweater tighter. The movement causes her breasts to press together and amplifies her cleavage.
I chuckle. “That is pretty hot.”
Her laughter’s quick, and I want to reach out and touch her. Stroke the side of her face. Let my fingertips dance up her thigh. Press my hand into the small of her back and guide her to me.
But I can’t. Not yet.
If it kills me, and it might, I will show her respect. I’ll wait until she proves this is what she wants by going through with it. By marrying me.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
I hide a smile.
“Tell me,” she says.
“I was just thinking that you were my assistant yesterday, and today we’re on our way to get married—and we weren’t even in a relationship.”
“It’s kind of perfect, huh?”
My brow furrows as I look at her.
“Relationships are a pain in the ass,” she says. “What’s the point of them? To get to know each other?” She shrugs. “Well, I know you better than I would’ve had we been dating. I’ve seen you every day for years, and I’ve seen you at your best and not so best.”
That makes me laugh.
“We skipped the getting-to-know-you and are going right to the fun,” she says, her grin mischievous.
She has a point.
“Do you think anyone in the office will believe we’ve been secretly dating?” she asks. “I’m kinda worried it’ll be weird on Monday.”
“What can I do to make it less weird?”
She shrugs.
“Well, first, I don’t give a fuck what anyone believes,” I say. “My private life is none of their concern. Second, I’ll fire anyone who makes you feel uncomfortable. And, third, if you really don’t want to be there, you can work from home. Or quit. Or go work for Tate.”
“Yeah. No thanks on that last option.”
I chuckle.
“Can I ask you something else?” she asks.
“Sure.”
“Why did you agree to this so quickly?” She nibbles a fingernail. “You didn’t even think about it.”
“Because I know what I want.”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t speak. She keeps biting her nail.
“I told you we can’t have secrets between us,” I say, adjusting our altitude. “So, in the spirit of transparency, when this opportunity came along, it wasn’t hard to agree to it because I’ve known for a long time that if I were ever to marry anyone …” I settle back and face her. “You were the only choice.”
She gasps, her lips puckering into the sweetest pout.
“I know this is for six months.” I drag my gaze away, my stomach churning. “And that’s fine. But I’ll know what it’s like to be married because I’ll likely never do it again.”
“Jason …”
She says my name as if it were a question and a statement. I don’t dare look at her because I’m unsure what to say. I told her the truth—well, most of it, anyway. Six months won’t be enough for me. I’ll never be sorry for telling her what I think she can manage. I only hope the truth doesn’t scare the shit out of her.
“I had no idea,” she says, stammering.
I shrug. “You weren’t supposed to have an idea. You were my good friend and my excellent EA.” I grin. “But, come on. You had to know I think you’re beautiful. How many times have we been seconds away from crossing lines?”