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“What are you doing?”

“Taking you on the dream date. I did pay ten million dollars for you. And you seem to think I owe you a good time. So… good times are coming your way, buddy. And it all starts here.”

Then she shifts gears and we shoot forward onto the tarmac. I grip the dash and yell, “You can’t drive on the fucking tarmac!”

She laughs and laughs. Then turns the wheel, the Huracán slides to the right, and we stop in front of the biggest corporate jet out there on the market today.

Hot pink in color and Bright Berry Beach splashed across the body.

“Good fucking God,” I say. “Where the fuck are we going? Australia?”

“Oh, we’re not taking that one. They just needed to move it out of the hangar to get my personal jet out.”

“You have a personal jet?” I ask.

“Don’t you?” she counters.

“What the hell are you doing? Are we playing Who’s Got More Money? Because that’s so juvenile.”

“You wanted me to look like a teenager today, right?” Then she shrugs her shoulders, gets out of the car, and walks towards a valet.

I get out and meet up with her just as the valet says, “No problem, Ms. Dumas. Your jet is just about ready. The crew is preparing breakfast now. Why don’t you and your friend board and grab a bite to eat as we get clearance for takeoff?”

“Sounds wonderful, Benjamin. Thank you for coming in on short notice today.”

“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” Benjamin bows to her like she’s some kind of foreign dignitary, then backs away and heads towards the Huracán.

“Jesse!” Emma calls over her shoulder as she walks. “We’re this way, sweetie.”

I have to suck in a deep breath of air to hold my tongue, because she’s treating me like man candy. What the fuck?

Where is she taking me? And why is she doing this?

Oh, I know. She wants to get even. She’s not satisfied with simply drugging me and tying me up, then walking out after I make her come. No.

This is a power grab. The ultimate power grab.

I follow her to the other side of the pink monster jet and find a much smaller Gulfstream. Black. With a hot pink stripe down the side.

Subtlety isn’t one of her strong points.

There’s a red carpet laid out in front of the airstairs and what I can only assume is a flight attendant bowing to her as she approaches. She greets him with both hands in hers, then laughs and tosses her pigtails.

My heart suddenly skips six or seventy-six beats. Because she does look like the girl I met all those years ago.

And just for a second I forget that this is a game. Just for a second I forget that she’s one-upping me. Just for a second I wonder what it would be like to date Ms. Dumas for real.

And then she opens her mouth and says, “This is Mr. Boston, Miles. I bought him at an auction last night so we’re spending the weekend together.” Then she looks at me and smiles before turning back to the jet and climbing the stairs.

I watch her. Mostly focused on her ass cheeks, which look fantastic in those shorts. But then her eyes, because she stops at the top and looks over her shoulder to say, “Hurry along, Jesse. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” And disappears inside the cabin.

Oh. That’s enough.

I climb the stairs after her thinking… OK. I’ll play. You wanna play, lady? I’ll play.

Before this day is over I am gonna hate-fuck the fuck out of you and show you who’s boss here.

Me.