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He shook his head and laughed. “Just be yourself.”
Be myself? Was he crazy? “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Jessica, I picked you because I like the way you are. They’ll understand that. The only thing is we need to come up with a background.”
I tried to bury the glowin my chest. “Well, I coulduse Natalie’s. It would be easy to remember. Her parents are both dentists. Their names are Rita and Tom.”
Luke nodded as he typed something in his smart phone. “My father’s name is Giacomo.”
Giacomo Pardini. I committed it to memory. “What about your mom?”
“Mary,” he said stiffly.
A shadow crossed over his face and I was afraid to ask more.
Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t like talking about myself, I thought as Luke’s frown became even more pronounced.
I glanced outside and was startled to discover that we were already driving over the new Bay Bridge.
Soon, I’ll be sitting on a jet with nothing between me and the ground but thousands of feet.
“What airline are we taking? It didn’t say on the ticket.”
He looked at me as though I had made a poor joke. “It’s my private plane.”
Oh,right. I felt a stab of nerves as the limo rolled into SFO. “I suppose this would be a bad time to mention that I’ve never flown before?”
“You have got to be kidding.” He scowled when he realized I was serious. “Shit.” He ironed his face with his hands and then suddenly his head perked up. “Please excuse my language.”
I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or yell.
“Hey, I’m not terrified of planes or anything, I’m just saying that I’ve never flown before. Whoa—”
A wall of people holding cameras blocked our exit from the car, madly clicking away. Holy shit.
“Paparazzi?”
“Yeah. Look alive,” said Luke in a neutral voice.
Clearly, he was used to this sort of thing.
It was daylight, so at least we didn’t have to walk into blinding camera flashes. The driver opened the door and their screams blasted into the car, which had been silent only a moment ago. He slid outfirst.
“Mr. Pardini!”
“Luke, what do you have to say about the merger with Hilton Hotels?”
I took Luke’s hand as I got out. The horde of paparazzi closed inand shouted his name, demanding to know where we were going and what was his opinion and who was the girl standing next to him? I clung to Luke instinctively and shrank from the men closing around us. He tugged my arm, but I was afraid to squeeze between the clustered people.
I met his puzzled, blue eyes and his expression became one of concern. He pulled me against his chest and I loved his protective heat, and as Luke walked they parted from him. He said nothing to the screaming voices but beamed at them as if posing for a photograph. A light flickered inside my head and I grabbed Luke’s shirt, forcing him to stop. Before he uttereda word, I hooked my hand around his neck and crushed my lips against his.
They want a picture? I’ll give them some juicy gossip. I imaginedthe headlines: Luke Pardini Seen Kissing Blonde Trollop at SFO!
Okay, they probably wouldn’t use that word.
Heat simmered in my chest and I heard them still clicking away, shoving their cameras in our faces, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to cling onto him and savor the moment for as long as possible. My hand rested over his chest and I felthis lean muscles under my fingers. I raked themthrough his thick hair and when we finally broke, it was to breathe.
I didn’t know why I did it, but my hand slid down his body and around his abdomen. He was so fucking hot, that I wasn’t really thinking straight, and I lightly stroked the curve of his ass. His nostrils flared and his eyes smoldered. He laughed a bit into my lips and pinched my waist with his fingers. I snapped out of it. I was so caught in the moment that I didn’t realize I had taken a flying leap over our professional arrangement and had crossed into the territory of sexual harassment. I couldn’t tell if he was turned on or pissed off.
