Bound By Her Ring by Nicole Flockton Read Free Book Online Page A

find herself outside again. She expected to check-in, make her way to some seats, sit down and have a drink. She expected to board a commercial flight of some sort. She should’ve realised travelling with Luciano would be a completely different experience to the norm.
    Why had she expected normality?
    Fishing around her handbag she extracted her glasses and put them back on. Once her eyes adjusted to the muted sunlight her glasses provided, she gasped in surprise at the sight that greeted her. Not one hundred metres away sat a sleek silver jet, engines purring like a jungle cat, waiting to take flight. An intricate logo of the letters ’M’ and ’C’, entwined around each other adorned the tail of the plane leaving her in no doubt as to whom the plane belonged to.
    “I take it this is yours?” she asked when she finally caught up with him.
    “Obviously,” he drawled as he stepped to the side, indicating she should precede him up the staircase.
    Brushing past him she made her way up. Upon entering the plane she finally understood just how wealthy the man claiming to be her husband was.
    The jet was the epitome of luxury. No expense had been spared in fitting out the plane. It even smelt expensive. The interior of the main cabin was completely different to what you would find on the average airliner. Black, soft looking leather armchairs, bunched into two little groups of two to create a cosy atmosphere replaced the normal uncomfortable vinyl upright seats she was expecting to sit in. The spacious cabin looked more like a luxurious lounge room than the inside of a jet.
    Just how safe were those chairs?
    Taking a closer look, she breathed easier when the comforting sight of a seatbelt peeped out from the cushiony depths.
    There was an open door at the end of the cabin. Curiosity got the better of her and she wandered down the red, carpeted aisle. When she reached the opening she looked through and saw a bedroom. Immediately her gaze arrowed in on the bed, she could just imagine how Luciano passed the time on long flights. She could picture his arms and legs entwined with someone other than her amongst the sheets. Irrational jealousy speared through her soul at the thought of Luciano being intimate with another woman.
    She didn’t even like him, why on earth was she jealous? No it wasn’t jealousy filling her; it was nerves at the prospect of flying somewhere unknown and spending time with an unknown man.
    The sound of a throat clearing at her back had her straightening her spine. She turned to face him, as warmth filled her cheeks at being caught out like a schoolgirl gawking at the hunky quarterback.
    “You can sit anywhere, even in the bedroom.” Humour laced his voice.
    The warmth manifested into a flush which stole over her face, heating it to what she was sure was a bright red.
    “Excuse me.” She brushed past him, wishing she was able to come up with something smart and intelligent to say but her thought processes had shut down.
    Moving with quick steps she made her way to one of the chairs, sank down deep into the cushion and fastened her seatbelt, pulling it tight, while wishing the heat in her face and body would die away.
    She sensed rather than saw Luciano take the seat next to her. Couldn’t he have chosen one on the other side of the aisle? Did he always have to crowd her personal space?
    As if the past five minutes hadn’t happened, she grabbed a magazine out of her handbag. She began to flick through the pages feigning a deep interest in the contents, hoping against hope Luciano might take the hint that she didn’t want to talk to him.
    “Are you still interested in knowing where we’re going?”
    No such luck, he was intent on chatting.
    “Now that you mention it, I’m beyond caring where we end up,” she replied airily. “I’m sure wherever we go will be nice, expensive and comfortable.”
    “I’d change your attitude if I were you, Jasmine, otherwise the next two weeks are going to be