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Chapter Three
With her heels clicking against the concrete floor of the vast space, she came across a pretty girl dressed in tight jeans shorts and a tank top that barely covered her midriff, with her long blonde hair in a ponytail and a brilliant smile on her face.
“Hello. I’m looking for Lord Henry Bailey, please.”
“Of course, just a minute. Henry, someone is here to see you,” she called.
“Lord Bailey,” Blakely said as soon as she laid eyes on the tall man, dressed in a jumpsuit that accentuated his broad shoulders and the muscles in his thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. She found that she had to take a deeper breath before she started to speak again. “My name is Blakely Cohen. I work for your father, Andrew Symmonds—”
“Is that so?” he asked, his green eyes gliding up and down her body, giving her the same look that Asher Milton had given her. What was up with these men? Had he also never seen a fully clothed woman before?
“It is so,” she said, nodding. “I’m here to escort—”
“Step into my office. We can talk there,” he said, then turned away. Blakely had to increase her pace and the length of her stride considerably, to keep up with him. She followed him up a flight of stairs, and before she knew it, she was stepping into an aircraft.
An aircraft.
Another man closed the hatch and sealed them in, then gave Henry Bailey the thumbs-up sign.
What was even happening right now?
“I’m sorry, but when you said your office, I thought you meant an actual office with walls and a floor on the ground.”
“This is my office, at least for the next hour or so.” He pushed her into a seat, and the scent of his cologne whispered over her as he leaned down and buckled her in before he took his own seat without bothering to buckle himself in.
“You were saying?” he asked as if they were having high tea instead of sitting in what looked like a cargo plane. Were those parachutes? Where were they going?
“I was saying I work for your father, Andrew Symmonds. I’m here to extend a personal invitation on behalf of your father for his wife’s birthday party and to escort you to New York. Arrangements have already been made for your wardrobe, so you may come as you are, and you will find everything you need in Briarbrook House, where you will be residing with your brothers during your stay.”
“And my brothers agreed to this?”
“I’ve only had the time to see Asher so far, and yes, he is waiting in the car as we speak.”
The soft, rough chuckle he issued made the hairs on her arm stand up, and a tingling pulse slid down her spine. Weirdly, it was exactly the same strange sensations she’d experienced with Asher.
The man who had closed the hatch was there again to… open the hatch.
Okay—
Henry slipped a parachute over his shoulders and then donned some goggles.”
“I want you to jump out of this plane with me, Blakely. Will you?”
“I most certainly will not—” she shrieked, but he had dropped to his haunches before her and started to remove her shoes. He then tucked them into a pocket on either side of his suit and zipped it up. Before she could protest, he had already unbuckled her from her seat, and to stop herself from flying out the door, she clung to him for dear life.
“Do you trust me, Blakely?”
“No,” she shouted. Was he insane?
“I want you to trust me, Blakely,” he said. He spun her around and latched her onto him, then had to carry her to the open hatch. He placed a pair of goggles over her eyes, and before she could say anything else, he just jumped from the plane a million feet above the ground. And she wasn’t prone to exaggerating, but it was at least a million feet above the ground.
“You’re fucking exquisite, Ms. Cohen,” he whispered in her ear before every thought she’d ever had disintegrated into nothingness. The feeling of being sucked downward while also experiencing a level of euphoria that didn’t go with her personality consumed her.
There were moments she thought she was going to die, but the muscular male body behind her somehow kept her grounded.
And warm,
…and oddly safe.
