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With that, I pulled my eyes from her body, hurrying out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief once I was out, the temptation at least out of sight. I hurried into the main room, finding my glass of red wine where I’d left it and taking a sip as I eased into the seat.
This was already shaping up to be a bit of a mess, I realized. The plan had been to take her virginity and be done with it. But already I was finding Emily hard to resist. Her subtle way of trying to seduce me left me quite certain I could go back into the bathroom and give her what we both wanted.
Thankfully, the door to the front of the plane opened. Estella, the copilot and a Virgin Islands native, stepped out.
“Hey,jefe,” she said, shutting the door behind her. “Sorry about the shakiness a bit ago. Hit a little patch, you know?”
I waved my hand through the air, dismissing the idea. “Don’t worry about it.”
She smiled slightly, bowing her head. “John’s got the flight under control, so I figured I’d come back here and see if there was anything I could make for you or our guest.”
I grinned. I’d hired Estella not just for her piloting skills, but for the fact that she was an excellent chef.
“Yeah, some food sounds great. Something simple, maybe?”
“Simple.” She leaned to the side, giving the matter some thought. “Picked up some flank steak that I’ve been meaning to put to good use. How about that with a little chimichurri? Beans and rice and tortillas to round it out.”
“Sounds perfect. And make a little extra for our guest.”
Estella winked. “You got it,jefe.”
She marched past me, disappearing into the back of the plane. I finished my wine, the matter of Emily still weighing on my mind and pushing me to pour another glass. I did, sipping asI stood by one of the plane’s larger windows, the clouds rolling down below, the brilliant blue sky above.
I felt a little like an ass. There was no doubt in my mind that Emily had been hurt by what had happened. Her attempted seduction in the shower was possibly her way of trying to find out if she was anything more to me than a one-and-done piece of meat. She was a grown woman and was more than capable of making her own decisions. All the same, no one liked to feel used.
What was done was done. We’d slept together and I wasn’t about to risk making the situation between us more complicated by doing it again. My beef was with her father, and if Emily had her feelings hurt in the process of my getting revenge, then that would be regrettable collateral damage.
I felt like shit. And even more disturbing, I felt a tinge of regret.
Nothing to be done about it. I had a month ahead of me with a gorgeous woman, and I was going to have to play it smart. There would be no room for error, or desire.
Chapter 8
Emily
Ifelt like a freaking idiot. I wasn’t the most skilled girl in the world when it came to seduction, but how the hell had I screwed up all but offering myself to him on a silver platter? What was the deal? Had I been good enough to deflower, but not good enough for another session in the shower?
Tears formed in my eyes as I finished washing myself. The worst part was that I had no idea why I’d even done it. We’d just had sex, did I really want it again that badly?
The more I thought about it, the more the real reason for my clumsy seduction attempt dawned on me. I’d felt strange after Logan and I had slept together, mainly because of the sudden and cold way he’d turned off his emotions.
I wasn’t stupid. I hadn’t expected him to pull out a damn diamond ring and propose to me on the spot, nor did I want that. I’d slept with him for two reasons—the first was to piss off Dad. I still needed to break the news to him, but as far as I was concerned it was mission accomplished.
The second reason was that, well, I’dwantedto. After so much time reading about sex and watching movies about it, I wanted to know what it was really like. And the verdict was… it’d been pretty damn good. Logan, as mad as I was at him, hadbeen an excellent lover. My first time hadn’t hurt much at all, and there’d been no doubt in my mind during it that I was in the hands of someone skilled.
But showing him my body like that and having him turn me down had been hard to swallow. I felt rejected, used and silly.
The worst part was that I couldn’t blame Logan for anything. We hadn’t done anything that I hadn’t eagerly walked into. Heck, he’d gone out of his way to make sure I’d been cool with everything we’d done together. If I’d wanted to stop it, I could’ve done so with a single word.
Still, he didn’t have to be such a jerk afterward. What possible motivation could he have for being so cold to me so soon after we’d had sex? It slowly began to dawn on me with horror the possibility that he was some kind of ladies’ man, the kind of guy who slept with women for fun and to have another notch on his damn bedpost. The guy was a billionaire, and no doubt used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, on his terms.
Why would I be any different?
Part of me wanted to stay in the shower forever, to spend the entire flight in there. It was a silly thought, so I turned off the water and reached for a towel. I dried myself off, taking my time. Every second I spent in the bathroom was one that I didn’t have to be around him.
When I was ready, I wrapped one towel around my hair and the other around my body, heading into the bedroom. My bag was on the bed, and I opened it. Right away, my eyes went to the lacy black thong in my underwear pouch. I took it out, holding the panties in front of me, a small smile on my face. No doubt Logan would love the sight of me in these. I almost wanted to put them on, then march into the main part of the plane and really give him something to stare at.
I wanted to do that not for the purpose of seducing him, but for a different reason—to show him what he wanted but couldn’t have. Sure, he’d turned me down in the shower, but I saw the way he’d stared at me, the way his mouth had opened, and his eyes locked onto my body. Maybe he’d be able to resist me once, but not twice. I wanted to tease him, to dangle myself in front of him but not let him take me.
