on the lower deck. Stop by if you want.”
She was about to nod when she glanced
past him and felt the force of Zachary Savage’s narrow-eyed stare. A shiver
coursed through her and her heart skipped several beats before it attempted to
right itself.
“I…I’ll think about it.”
“Great.” Jax smiled. “That’s some view,
huh?” He indicated the sky beyond the deck.
With monumental effort, she tore her
gaze from Zach, but not before she saw his attention swing to Jax.
“Yes, it’s incredible.” She turned and
stared unseeingly at the view, another shiver coursing through her. She didn’t
need to turn to know she was still the subject of Zachary Savage’s focus.
Beside her, Jax talked a bit. She made
appropriate answers until his group joined him. Introductions were made that
she barely remembered.
She managed to nod when he smiled.
“So, see you in a couple of hours?”
“Why will you be seeing him a couple of
hours?”
Zach had materialized beside her. Again
he stood close, so very close, but didn’t touch her. She wondered whether he’d
practiced that particular move or whether it came naturally to him, an inherent
part of his sexual aura. Whatever it was, it turned her on so damned fiercely
that she wanted to growl. She, who’d never once growled in her life.
“Friday’s Child just invited me to a
gig.”
His brows clamped with displeasure. “I
changed my plans because of you. Mingling with the other guests doesn’t
interest me.”
Again the arrogance in his words
irritated her. But the knowledge that he’d changed his plans because of her
turned her on—much more than she could rationally cope with.
Jesus, she needed to claw back some
reason here, before she lost her damned mind.
“But it interests me. I promised Keely
I’d at least try and leave my suite at least once a day.”
He stiffened and leaned closer. “Who’s
Keely?”
“Someone I care about.”
“And why is having fun important to you
on this trip?”
“Because…” She stopped and wondered
again why she felt the need to bare all to this man. The easiest thing would’ve
been to tell him to mind his own business. To leave her
alone.
But she didn’t want Zachary Savage to
leave her alone. In fact, it was the very last thing she wanted him to do.
“Because I need to put some ghosts to rest.”
His eyes gleamed, went a little hard,
then settled back into their usual intense focus. He nodded and again his gaze
dropped to her mouth. “I know a little bit about ghosts, sweetheart. Let me
help.”
“I hardly know you.”
“I can help with that too. Leave your
suite. Move into mine.”
Chapter Five
He was serious. Of course he was. One
thing she was learning very quickly about Zachary Savage was that he didn’t say
things he didn’t mean. The shiver that went through her shook her to the depths
of her soul.
“My suite is perfectly adequate, but
thank you for the offer.”
“I’m not inviting you to my bed,
Bethany. Not yet.”
Disappointment shot through her, but Keely
had taught her a passable poker face, which she prayed would stick now. “Pray
tell, why not?”
“The time isn’t right.”
“Hypothetically speaking, if I won’t be
sharing your bed, then why invite me at all—right, it’s a possessive
thing.”
The group had started to leave the
sky-viewing area. When she started to follow, he restrained her. “I don’t think
I need to keep an eye on you—” he ignored her shocked snort and continued—“I
just want to reassure myself that your needs are met until the appropriate time
when we can take this to the next level. Besides, this is technically my place
of work, and I don’t fuck where I work, although I'm seriously tempted to make
an exception for you.”
“You seriously expect me to believe
you’ve never had sex on your plane before?”
His eyes darkened, became inscrutable.
“Not on my Indigo planes, no.”
“But you’re a member of the mile
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