Freefall (The Indigo Lounge Series, #5) by Zara Cox Read Free Book Online Page A

hand-picked because I like my sex one way—by being the one in control.
    From the moment I’d set eyes on him, I knew Mason’s eyes wasn’t that sort of guy. I’d called him a Neanderthal just now. Deep down, I know it isn’t far from the truth. Behind all the demons lurking in his eyes was a deeply primitive guy who would push all the wrong buttons in me. Buttons I hadn’t let anyone push since I was nineteen.
    No matter how hot the sex, I’d never give up control in bed. Or in any other aspect of my life.
    Never again.

Chapter 6
    Keely
    Two weeks later
    I step from the private jet in Nice, France, and immediately smile at the warmer climate, glad to have left the sub-zero temperatures of New York far behind me. I love my birth city, but even I have gotten tired of the wet snow and constant freezing temperatures. A little warm sunshine would be very welcome.
    “I hope you have a pleasant stay, Miss Benson.”
    I smile at the sharply dressed pilot. “Thanks, Grant.” Breathing in deep, I send a silent thanks to Bethany for securing the ride on the Indigo Lounge plane. Thanks to her, I’ve been able to finish my last assignment for Rubio Events, the PR company, which I worked for right up until an hour ago. I grin from the sheer high of quitting my job while cruising in a private jet at thirty-thousand feet.
    There is an unfettered thrill in the knowledge that I no longer have to account to anyone for my time, that I can come and go as I please. Zachary Savage had tried to hire me full time, but I’d preferred to come on board his latest Indigo Lounge project as a freelancer. Until I weigh all my options and decide what I want to do with my life, I don’t intend to tie myself down to another company, no matter how huge or reputable.
    Nevertheless, whatever I decide to do next, having a successful Indigo Lounge event on my resumé will be a huge feather in my cap. Especially an IL event which is the first of its kind. I was more than excited to discover that the latest Savages Inc. launch was to be on a super yacht and not another jumbo jet.
    I don’t have anything against planes, but I find yachts much sexier, and I can’t wait to get started on planning the events for the maiden voyage of the IL Indulgence .
    The ten-day trip will start in Monte Carlo and stop in Majorca, Sicily and then Valetta in Malta, before terminating at a private island in Greece.
    “This way, Mademoiselle Benson.” I smile as another uniformed crew member, this time a helicopter pilot, points me toward a six seater Mercedes chopper sitting about a hundred feet away. “The flight to Monaco shouldn’t take more than ten minutes,” he imparts with a sexy French accent. “Your luggage will be delivered by car to your hotel within the hour.”
    “ Merci ,” I say in my best high school French and watch his appreciative smile as his gaze drifts over me.
    I pin my smile in place, but feel a touch disconcerted. His tall leanness and intelligent eyes are just my type, but the normal twinge of attraction I experience when a hot guy shows interest in me is absurdly missing.
    That perfectly healthy twinge has been AWOL since that chilly night in Montauk two weeks ago, specifically after my toe-curling orgasms on top of a certain hot sports car. In contrast, the face of the man who gave me those orgasms has plagued my every unguarded moment, starting from the instant I’d opened my door that next morning to find my Blahnik heeled pumps placed neatly outside my door with a note that read— feet as sexy as yours should only go bare for someone special.
    Mason Sinclair has occupied an irritatingly large portion of my thoughts. Once I returned to New York, I’d even gone as far as to google him and had every single suspicion confirmed.
    Hailing from seriously old New York money, he’d attended all the nauseatingly good schools, had held all the right roles during his college years and graduated with reams of accolades. Benedict Mason