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How could I say no?
"This flight had better be going to Paris and you're not like, kidnapping me to your private island."
“I don't have a private island.” Another playful, panty-melting smile. “Yet."
I didn’t have any doubt Greyson was a man who would get whatever he wanted.
I followed him, drawn to the promise of more answers…and to the magnetic man he was. Despite whatever dangers sounded, this man had gone beyond red flags to alarm klaxons.
“I see you make no promises about the kidnapping," I teased as I joined him at the base of the steps leading up the private jet.
"I see you're getting on the plane."
He followed me up the stairs, resting one hand on the small of my back to guide me through when we reached the top. We stepped into the sumptuous interior, all white leather with cozy seats facing each other across a real mahogany table. A flight steward greeted us with two glasses of champagne.
Once we were seated, I faced him across the table. "I'm surprised you have a male flight attendant."
"I don't like having random women hit on me," he explained.
I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I couldn't help thinking of how my heart had lurched when Jack and Sebastian left with those other women.
"Have you been to Paris before?" I asked. Then I buried my head in my hands. "What am I doing? I have to work the day after tomorrow!"
“We'll sleep on the plane, spend one perfect day in Paris, fly home, and you'll make it to work," he told me. "If you insist on keeping that terrible job."
"I do." I needed to figure out how it seemed like Carter, Jack, and Sebastian knew me.
"And yes, I've been to Paris before. For Alli's eighteenth birthday. Which is why I know how to be your tour guide." That smile was playing around his lips again. The magnetic, charming one that I couldn't quite resist, even when I knew I should.
"It seems like you are the dream big brother."
"I try."
"Even though you do...what, exactly?"
"Illegal arms shipments." His gaze met mine evenly. "I stay away from the skin trade, and I don't deal with drugs anymore. If people want guns to kill each other with, well... I'm not sure that the criminal elements of this city are any loss."
I shivered. "Thanks for just telling me."
"I'm not going to lie to you."
I stared at him, wondering if I should just ask him if he knew me already.
But I didn't want for him to just deny it. I wanted to have evidence first. To know what answer I expected before I asked the question.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Yes. But no one who didn't deserve it. I've done some bad things, Kennedy. But I'm not a bad man."
"I still want to know how you went from the poor kid in those photos to here." I swept my arm around to encompass the beautiful setting.
The plane was starting to accelerate. My stomach lifted with the sense of velocity, the way the plane was beginning to leave the ground.
I'd been crazy to get on the plane with this man.
But it would have been crazier not to go to Paris with him on his private jet, wouldn't it?
"My father staged a coup and took over his boss's business. A criminal group called The Jackals. Then I did the same to him.” Greyson's icy blue eyes could be cold and terrifying when they weren't lit with the warmth he usually had when he looked at me. “The strongest rule…as long as they can.”
