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“Only to Mirrus.”
“That’s a short flight.”
“It is.” She’d taken both jets and helicopters to the island country to visit Nataliya. “Abu Dhabi will take much longer to reach.”
“With a layover in New York.”
“How long will we be there?”
“We arrive this evening and fly out again tomorrow evening.”
“The red-eye?”
“Better to sleep on such a long flight.”
“I’ve never found that particularly helpful with jet lag, though I know some people do.”
“Then I won’t feel guilty if I keep you awake.”
There could be no question what he meant by that, and Jenna wasn’t complaining. Not even a little.
“I think I’ll take in some sights when we’re in New York.”
“But you have been to the city many times.”
“For Fashion Weeks, and other work-related stuff. There’s never time to go to the Met, or visit the Empire State Building, or just take a harbor cruise.”
“I will be finished with business by two. Save the harbor cruise for me. I will arrange everything.”
“Youwill?”
“I’ll have it arranged. How is that?”
“More truthful and honestly? Wonderful! I’m really looking forward to it.”
His smile said he was looking forward to something too, but it had nothing to do with taking a boat ride to see the sights.
Whatever he might have rather been doing, and Jenna had little doubt what that was—her body was pleasantly sore from sensual use—Dima had to work on most of the flight. However, he’d arranged for her to view a first-run movie Jenna had mentioned she wanted to see.
The noise-canceling headphones and large screen that dropped down from the ceiling made it a totally immersive experience.
When it was over, he asked, “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, very much. Only...”
“What?”
“I cannot see either you or your brothers watching movies on a long flight.”
“What can you see us doing?”
“Working, just like you are right now.”
“Good call. I do not believe I have ever watched a movie on a long flight. I am either sleeping or working.”
“I can think of something else you could do to pass the time.” She’d noticed this jet had a bedroom in the back when she’d used the restroom earlier.
“Can you?” Dima moved into her personal space, his mouth hovering over hers. “What might that be?”
