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my attention, will escort me.”
    His eyes gleamed a hint of displeasure,
but he nodded. “I’m going to enjoy making you turn all these nos into yeses.”
    She summoned a smile from somewhere,
despite the fact that looking into those eyes of his made her head spin. “Good
luck with that.”
    He stepped closer, lowered his head as
if to kiss her.
    Bethany’s lungs seized, her whole body
poised for the contact but at the last moment, he froze and stepped back.
    In silence, he escorted her back to her
suite. She passed Tracy, her hostess, who smiled at them, but Bethany read the
questions in her wide-eyed look.
    At her door, he leaned against the
doorjamb as she entered her code and opened her door. “Right, see you later.”
    He straightened then slowly brushed his
fingers over her cheek, a caress that stroked every single nerve in her body.
Against her better judgment, she started to sway towards him. But again, he
froze and jammed his hands into his back pockets the way he had before. “See
you at eight. Don’t be late.”
    “I’m never late,” she threw back.
    His husky laugh as he walked away
resonated through her for a very long time.
    ***
    She chose a mid-thigh, black leather China-doll
dress coupled with black patterned tights and platform pumps for dinner.
    Catching her hair up in a loose knot,
she completed the look with silver chandelier earring and her favorite scarlet
lipstick.
    Philip, a burly, towering giant of a
man from Papua New Guinea, knocked on her door at five to eight sharp.
    He returned her smile with a bow. “Good
evening, Miss Green.” He stepped back and waited until she’d shut her door.
    To her surprise, he led her toward the
back of the plane to a hitherto unseen private elevator.
    “This will take you straight to Mr.
Savage’s suite. Enjoy your evening.”
    She maintained her poker smile until
the elevator doors shut, then she breathed out and glanced around at the chrome
and jet-polished interior. Even the small space screamed unimaginable wealth.
    When it opened several seconds later,
Zachary Savage stood in the doorway, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks
that hugged lean hips and powerful thighs and did unspeakable things to her
system.
    To take her mind off it, she blurted.
“You have your own elevator?”
    One brow quirked as did his smile. “I
have my own everything, Bethany. You’ll soon discover that I’m a man who
intensely dislikes sharing.”
    He stood to one side and ushered her
in.
    His suite was smaller than hers, which
surprised her. But the space was nevertheless as divine as the rest of the
plane.
    He poured a glass of Chianti and passed
it to her. Then he settled his tall, mouth-watering frame next to her on the
sofa.
    The moment he turned his attention on
her, her breath caught in her lungs.
    Jesus, everything this guy did was
lethal, including just sitting and staring.
    “Dinner will be served in a few
minutes. That gives me just enough time to put my proposition to you.”
    Bethany sipped her wine to buy herself
more time. Because everything inside her was poised to scream yes to whatever
he said. Which scared the living shit out of her.
    “I’m listening.”
    “I want to be your guide in Shanghai. We’ll
condense the two days into one day, but I’ll make sure you see all the
important sights. Then I want you to ditch the Indigo Lounge experience and
come to Marrakech with me.”
    ***
    Zach watched her stunning face go
through a myriad of expressions. He held his breath, forcing himself to remain
still as his question ricocheted through her mind.
    Jesus, he’d never wanted a woman as
much as he wanted her. The fact that he couldn’t have her immediately, that his
integrity demanded he set things right elsewhere, ate at him like a damned
disease.
    That dress she was wearing, the leather
that came up to mid-thigh— Christ ,
it was a miracle he could remain conscious while all his blood was rushing
south. As for those ridiculous bow patterns on