Page 89 of Wreck Me

She just doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter Forty

SCARLETT

James’s room is the size of an entire penthouse. The navy décor is dark and masculine, but it suits his personality. Rosa rearranged his walk-in wardrobe to accommodate my clothing with a big fat smile on her face.

We submitted my dissertation then spent the weekend alternating between having filthy sex, eating nachos, and binge-watchingEmily in Parisin preparation for the trip. Well, I binge-watched. The only thing James watched was my face every time he slid his hand between my legs. It was exceptionally distracting, in the most delicious way.

Now we’re forty-thousand-feet in the air somewhere over Europe.

I’ve never been inside a private plane before. In fact, apart from a couple of trips to Spain to visit my mother’s family when I was a kid, I’ve hardly been abroad before. Which is why I’ve always been so determined to see the world.

Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be seeing it with my billionaire boyfriend.

It’s all so surreal.

I glance around the cabin, soaking in every detail to relay to Avery. Rich wood veneers and gold accents line the walls. The lights are controlled with integrated touch panels. There’s a state-of-the-art entertainment system with a retractable ultra HD screen and surround sound speakers. A built-in bar with a wine chiller, crystal glassware, and every type of whiskey Becketts has ever produced. A high-gloss lacquer dining table doubles up as a conference table in the space behind us, while we sit on cream, custom leather seats sipping chilled champagne.

‘What do you think?’ James eyes me over the rim of his champagne flute and drops a hand into my lap.

‘It’s like I’ve been transported to a parallel universe.’ It’s a lot. A little overwhelming, to be honest.

‘How about I show you the bedroom? Then I can really take you to a parallel universe.’ He waggles his eyebrows at me.

‘You’re insatiable,’ I scold, slapping the back of his hand playfully and eyeing the cabin crew.

‘Says the woman who kept me up all night.’ He growls at the memory. ‘I’m surprised you can walk today.’

I let out a playful huff. ‘What’s up old man? Can’t keep up?’

‘Is that a challenge?’ His eyes twinkle. ‘Because I believe I told you I don’t care who watches, as long as they don’t touch. So help me, Scarlett, if you want me to fuck you right here in front of the cabin crew, believe me, I will.’

Heat pools in my belly and lower, but I move the discussion to a safer topic instead of acting on my body’s needs. ‘I still can’t believe we’re going to Paris.’

James tips his glass against mine. ‘Slainte! To Paris.’ In navy slacks and a crisp white shirt and suit jacket, he looks positively edible.

His lips curve upwards.

‘Slainte! You know, if I didn’t love you already, I definitely would after this.’

‘Thanks.’ He arches a wry eyebrow. ‘I think.’

‘You spoil me.’

‘This is just the beginning, sweetheart.’ He takes my hand in his. ‘If you let me, I’ll show you the world. I refuse to hold you back from travelling, or anything else you want after graduation but,’ wistful eyes home in on me, ‘I can’t lose you.’

My chest tightens.

The plan had always been to leave Dublin.

To see the world.

Then eventually find a place I could call home.

But my new home isn’t a place, it’s a person.

I guess two out of three isn’t bad.

---