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"Jacob--"
"Put. The. Phone. Down."
Every word was more final and commanding than the last and annoyed sigh or not, I put the phone down and locked my gaze on him. "What is it?"
"You are aware that telling everyone you know that you're eloping defeats the purpose, correct?"
"She's not everyone," I said stubbornly. "She's my best friend."
He studied me for a moment, features tense. "This is important to you. Telling her about our plans?"
"We'll she's not gonna blab to the paparazzi if that's what your worried about." His stony glare told me he wanted an answer to his actual question. "Yes, it's important to me."
"Interesting." He stroked his chin, eyes hooded and contemplating. "It's a fair enough request I suppose. And I have half a mind to allow it, despite your attitude."
My mouth fell open. Well thank you very much, Your Majesty! But I just pursed my lips together, not pushing it. I knew what the spark in his eye meant, what the sweep of his tongue across his lip represented.
He wanted to dominate me.
"You'll do as I command you. No questions. Understood?"
My mouth was suddenly painfully dry, but I managed to swallow and say the words. "Yes sir."
He gave me the slightest of grins. "Remove your clothing. All of it."
My lips trembled as my eyes darted to where the flight attendant sat on the other side of a curtain. She'd already done service, so it was highly unlikely that she'd disturb us, but there was still a remote chance that she could.
When I looked at Jacob, I realized I'd already made one mistake. Pushing aside the questions and the natural fear of being caught, I unbuckled my seat belt and brought my hands to my shirt. For the flight, I'd worn an oversized denim button down tunic. It seemed like something easy and comfortable, but now with those blue eyes on me...
I lifted my arms to pull it over my head, but his voice made me freeze.
"Unbutton it. Slowly."
It should have been infuriating. It was like he was purposefully pushing the envelope. After all, it wasn't Jacob that would be sitting there buttnaked as the attendant gaped in shock. But I wasn't infuriated. My body hummed deliciously. I could feel the goose flesh race over my skin beneath my clothing. I didn't need to strip off my underwear to know I was already soaking wet, extremely aroused at the very thought of what I knew was inevitable. I was going to strip.
I started with the top button, barely able to clasp it because my fingers tingled and shook. The first was released and I stole a look at him, seeing his lips part slightly. Those beautiful lips that I couldn't wait to kiss. That I'd get to kiss for the rest of my life. When his eyes narrowed I rushed to the next, then third, before he cleared his throat. I slowed, unhooking the fourth, letting out a shaky breath as I neared the valley of my cleavage and my fingertips stroked the path toward my breasts.
And I was right there, completely naked, the soft leather chair kissing my skin and Jacob stroking me with his intense blue gaze.
I gripped the armrest tight, heat dancing in my belly before it ricocheted over me. "Now what?"
I watched the lust race over his features before he cleared his throat, hiding it away behind cool sophistication. Acting like I wasn't completely in the buff--and he wasn't sporting a raging erection. He was silent, reaching for his glass of scotch and taking a long, deliberate sip. He lowered it down, stoic as ever, but he was gripping the glass like it was a lifeline; the only thing keeping him from losing it and taking me right there.
I expected him to gesture at the sleeping cabin, but he didn't say a word. Gears turned and I wondered if keeping it together, keeping my hands off him, off myself was so hard for me, how hard was it for him? Jacob was a man used to being in control but I could see that he was fighting to keep his cool.
The metallic clink of the rings being slid to the side and the curtain being parted cut through our staring contest.
The worry I had was being realized.
The flight attendant was in the main cabin.
"Can I--" The flight attendant's gasp rippled through the cabin and my chest tightened.
I glanced at her and saw the sheer white terror of her complexion. Not disgust, not judgment like I'd expected. Fear.
I looked back at Jacob, who studied me intently. He probably expected me to futilely grip my clothing and clasp it to my naked body. And that was the first place my mind went. Self-preservation. I was human after all and years of feeling average, less than average even, hadn't been wiped away despite Jacob's love and insistence that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
The self doubt lied in my subconscious, waiting for moments like this. Moments where I was face to face with the question: Am I really beautiful? Then the whispers of the girls who used to pick on me and the boys that broke my heart came screaming back. They told me I wasn't someone worthy of Jacob.
