Page 40 of Dating the Billionaire
When she’d only been trying to protect herself and her business...
She nodded in reluctant agreement. “Yes, you better assign another pilot for his flights. Or better yet, you should fly him yourself.”
Grant chuckled. “He likes having a former fighter pilot fly him around. That’s not me.”
Blair wasn’t so sure. Five years older than she was, her brother had joined the navy first, but his service was even more top secret than hers had been. He always shrugged off questions about it and acted as though he’d been drummed out. But she wondered if he still took missions from time to time since he often disappeared without ever saying where he’d been. When she’d been serving, too many people had asked her about him...with a mixture of amusement and awe.
“Whatever,” she said, knowing that probing Grant for more information got her nowhere. “It just can’t be me.”
She couldn’t fly Teo anymore. But could she see him again as Savannah? Because she already missed him...missed being in his arms, missed the passion that always burned so hot between them. She had never felt that intensity or that ecstasy with anyone else. While she agreed that she should give up flying Teo, she didn’t think she could give up sex with Teo...not when it was the best she’d ever had.
Not when he was the best lover she’d ever had. Maybe Miranda had actually found her soul mate for her—her sexual soul mate.
“I’ve had the best,” Teo said. “And I won’t settle for less than that now—from anyone.” He wasn’t talking about Savannah at the moment, but he was thinking about her. Always. He forced his mind to stay on task instead of straying to more thoughts of her...naked, moving over him...
He cleared his throat and continued, “I want Bill flying this plane. No one else.”
“Bill?” The pilot turned around in the seat, his brow furrowed with confusion. “Who’s Bill?”
“You know Bill,” the male attendant told him. “You know...”
The pilot just shrugged. “I just know that Grant told me I was taking over these flights.”
“What about Bill?”
“I don’t know who—”
“Bill is busy,” Jean-Claude interjected.
Teo narrowed his eyes and studied the young man’s face. Was he lying?
“Family issues,” he continued.
“So he’ll be back?”
One flight he could handle. Maybe...
Maybe he needed to make this permanent though—hire Bill away from Private Flights to become his personal pilot. He’d come to rely on Bill’s smooth flying. It was the one thing that eased the tension that gripped him whenever he wasn’t with Savannah.
Savannah eased his tension more than anyone else ever had. Unfortunately she also created it, too. Just thinking about her made his body ache with need. It wasn’t even desire anymore. It had gone beyond that—into dangerous territory.
He didn’t like it—didn’t like not being in control. He couldn’t reach Savannah without going through the damn dating service. And he couldn’t reach Bill to fly his damn plane without going through the charter company, either.
He needed to take back control of his life.
“Do you want me to fly you or not?” the new pilot asked impatiently.
Teo sighed in resignation. “This flight.” He had a meeting in Paris that he couldn’t miss. But as he walked away from the cockpit to take his seat, he pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
“Private Flights,” a female voice answered.
And his pulse quickened. She sounded so much like Savannah...
So much so that he had to clear the desire from his voice before he could speak. “Uh, this is Matteo Rinaldi, I’d like to speak to the owner.”
“Uh, uh...” the woman stammered, then coughed. Instead of clearing her voice though, it sounded gruffer when she replied, “Mr. Snyder isn’t available right now. I can have him return your call.”
“What about the other owner?” he asked. “Blair Snyder?” Of course if she’d heard from her brother that he hadn’t wanted her flying him, she might not want to speak to him.
