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“All taken care of?” Matt asked.
Liza nodded.
The rest of the trip to the airport was made in silence as Liza gave herself the mother of all pep talks, reminding herself that Matt was dating a woman she found abhorrent, that he was uninterested in pursuing anything with her, and that—goddammit—she was a professional. Or, at least, she was playing one on TV.
Because her thoughts of Matt were anything but professional as she snuck a glance at him. It was hard to keep her attraction to him under control now that she knew what he looked like underneath his bespoke Tom Ford suit. That knowledge was hell on her libido.
Forcing herself to stop looking at the pretty man, she realized they weren’t headed to Philadelphia International.
“Where are we going?”
“Northeast Philadelphia. That’s where my jet is.”
Jesus. She couldn’t imagine how much it must cost to own and park a private jet.
When they arrived at the airport, the SUV drove right onto the tarmac, coming to a stop next to a jet. It was larger than she’d imagined. Liza had done a bit of traveling when she was in her early twenties, though she hadn’t lied to Matt about being on a budget. Her destinations were typically a lot less exotic than Hawaii and much closer to home. As such, she was no stranger to puddle jumpers, the small planes airlines used for their shorter flights.
Matt’s jet was bigger than those planes.
“Overcompensating much?” She decided the only way to get through this trip was to keep her sense of humor firmly intact.
Matt reached over, his hand cupping the back of her neck, tugging her toward him. She forgot how to breathe when his lips brushed against her ear.
“We both know I’m not.”
He released her, and Liza felt herself weaving a bit, suddenly light-headed. This was not going to end well.
The driver opened the door for her, and it took her a moment to steady herself enough to climb out. She wondered what the chauffeur must think of her, with her lack of luggage and ripped, dirty jeans. A big chunk of hair had escaped her ponytail holder, a chilly breeze blowing it into her face. She’d broken a sweat hauling ass across the airport earlier, trying to catch her plane, so she knew she looked like a hot mess right now. Probably nothing like Matt’s typical parade of wealthy, elegant arm candy.
“Thank you,” Matt said, when the driver retrieved his luggage from the back of the SUV. Matt took the suitcase from him, then tilted his head toward the plane. “Your carriage awaits.”
“Do carriages usually fly?”
“This one does.”
She snickered then walked to the plane, climbing the stairs that had been wheeled to the open door.
Liza had only taken a few steps inside when she stopped in her tracks. “Holy fuck.”
Forced to pull up short, Matt stopped right behind her. His hand touched her lower back. “Liza. Are you okay?”
“This is your plane?”
He followed her gaze, and she could tell he didn’t seem to understand her question. “It’s just a plane.”
“Jesus, Matt. I don’t know when you last flew commercial, but this is not just a plane. This looks like something from a James Bond movie. It’s gorgeous, luxurious. Bigger than my apartment.”
Matt chuckled, then gave her a gentle push down the aisle. The flight attendant stepped out of an alcove at the front of the plane, taking Matt’s suitcase from him.
“Shall I put this in the bedroom?” the woman asked.
“That would be fine,” Matt replied.
The attendant glanced to see if Liza had anything that needed to be stowed as well. “Do you have anything you’d like me to put in the room for you?”
Liza shook her head. “No, thank you.”
The flight attendant walked away.
