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“I have to head to St. Maarten tomorrow and take care of a problem at the showcase store.”
“Youhaveto go to a destination island known for its crystal blue water and baby powder-fine sandy beaches.” He tugged a little harder. The woman was so responsive. “This doesn’t sound like a hardship.”
She arched under his touch. “It does when I don’t get to see those lovely beaches and even more beautiful waterways.”
He trailed kisses along her neck. “Then take me with you. I’ll make sure you do.”
“I’ll be working.”
“Not all the time.”
“Don’t you have something better to do?”
Actually, he really didn’t. And something told him she needed the time as much as he did. The look on her face when her father called was a helluva lot more than just responsibilities coming a knocking. There was a loss in her eyes. She was pretty good at hiding it, but he’d grown quite adept at reading people.
Presley was beyond overdue for some fun. At least he could give her that, and perhaps convince her that they needed to see each other a lot more.
“I make my own schedule, and you’re worth any rescheduling I have to do.”
She turned in his arms. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“You sure you want to come on a dingy commuter plane for me?”
“Nope.”
“Oh. Well, I can meet you there?—”
He leaned down and kissed her surprised lips. “I have my own plane.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s nothing crazy, just a little six-seater, but they’re really nice seats.”
“Wow. I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t. I offered. What’s the point in having really great toys if I don’t get to use them?”
“Yeah, but that’s too much. It’s not like—sure, you can drive to the movies. It’s a plane, Vance.”
He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I want to spoil you. And it sounds like you have to bring in supplies to the store from what I heard.”
She hooked her arms around his hips and pressed her cheek to his chest. “Yeah. Our system is antiquated to the point of being nearly obsolete. The orders are wrong more than they’reright, but getting my father to make any changes is like asking him to learn Latin in a weekend.”
He rested his chin against her temple. “Let me help.”
“You’re sweet, but we couldn’t afford you.” She slipped away from him and turned away to slip her bra on. He was sad to see her clothed but understood that it was time to get her back to work.
“I give a good payment plan option.”
She shimmied into her T-shirt and organized the layers of jewelry that were as much a part of her as her skin. She threw a smile over her shoulder. “Is that right? What would my payment plan be?”
“Five to ten years as my personal slave.”
“Wow. Now that must be some system.”
“I was top of my class.”
