Page 48 of The Heiress's First Date

A little voice in the back of my mind whispers about fancy cameras and drones. The little voice isn’t wrong. In fact, it’s been proven right multiple times in the last week. Still, I silence it and squeeze Alex’s hand.

“The bed’s made up, Mr. Hunt,” the attendant says as we pass.

Pausing between the groupings of chairs, I glance back at him. “The bed?”

He nods, letting my hand go, then immediately sliding his against the small of my back and gently nudging me deeper into the plane. We pass through the section we sat in this morning to a space with a bed, a chair, and a low dresser. There’s a door beyond, open to a gleaming bathroom.

“In case you want to sleep.” He reaches into the go bag atop the dresser and pulls out a white t-shirt. Just like at Gabe’s beach house, he hands it to me, and I relish the softness.

“On the way back to New York?” It’s a short flight, and I’m not tired yet.

He steps closer, crowding me against the dresser as he slides those massive hands around my waist. I melt instantly, loving how safe and desired I feel with him.

“Run away with me.”

My jaw goes slack. Run away... from King? And Gabe?

“Just for the weekend,” he amends quickly, and I relax against him. “I’ve already run the idea past the guys.”

The thrill I get at those words.

The guys.

My guys.

What can I say? I’m a greedy bitch and love the way that sounds on his lips. I love seeing their names across the top of my text messages.

I toss the t-shirt on the bed and slide my hands up his chest. I’m amazed he doesn’t have to duck to fit on the plane, but I’d be willing to bet he bought this plane because it fits his tall frame.

“And what’s the idea?”

“I thought we might go to Paris. For our date. I’m friends with the head of security of the Luxembourg Garden.”

He says it all as if it’s no big deal. Just whisking his girl off to the City of Light for a romantic weekend away. And I know it will be romantic with him. And the gardens!

Of course, he’d do something thoughtful like that. Because this is Alex. Mr. Details.

“That sounds amazing. Let’s do it.”

He gives a brief nod. “Let me go talk to the pilot.”

He heads back the way we came, and I dive for my phone.

Katherine: omg. He’s taking me to Paris.

Shon’s reply is almost immediate like she was sitting around waiting for my text.

LaShonda: Of course he is. Man is addicted to you.

LaShonda: Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

I suck in a deep breath, wildly excited for this adventure with him. It feels like a fabulous dream. I don’t want to wake up.

His returning footfalls are soft on the carpet, and I turn just as his arms slide around my waist.

I shiver as I stretch up for his kiss. I’ve been needing this all day. His strong body, those firm lips, thisdrip drip dripof desire through my veins.

In the background, I hear the crew close the door. Low voices. Reluctantly, I drop down onto my heels and smile up at the man who’s come to mean so much in such a short time. His dreamy brown eyes are hazy with lust, and I love the fact that a single kiss affects him so deeply.

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