Free Freefall (The Indigo Lounge Series, #5) by Zara Cox Page A

dark and she’s too far away for me to see if my response makes her color rise, but I see her shrug. “I’ve seen a few of the Indigo jet blueprints. I just thought clients here would be given the same options.”
    “Zach didn’t design this boat. I did.”
    Her head jerks up. “You? I thought you were just refitting the adult entertainment areas? From what I recall of the initial design, this cinema was already here.”
    I fold my arms. “It was, from when I owned this boat.”
    Her mouth drops open in that adorable way that makes me have to lock my knees to keep from moving in her direction, and reacquainting myself with those lush lips. “ You owned this boat?”
    I don’t respond. She knows who I am. Or at least she thinks she knows enough about me. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve ruthlessly erased about eighty percent of my past from every known, and most unknown, databases. Everything she’s been exposed to so far has just been online fluff pieces gossip whores find salacious. 
    I hide a grim smile.
    If they knew the truth...if she knew the truth, she wouldn’t be standing here, running her hands over the velvet cushion like she wants to fuck it.
    “Are we done here?” I ask tersely. Watching her hands move like that over the seat is making me a little nuts. And in my world, a little nuts isn’t the same as most people measured it to be.
    She glances at me for a second, and I know something in my voice has thrown her. She debates whether to heed that inkling of danger, then pulls out a mini-tablet to make a few notes. “I’m done here.” She throws the words out in that sexy, snappy way that makes my cock jerk to full attention again.
    I walk her to the next room. She stands at the door and peers in with a look of puzzlement on her face as she glanced down at her tablet. “What room is this? It’s not in the blueprint Zach sent me.”
    “No, it’s a new addition. One of many, in fact.”
    She frowns. “Why wasn’t I told about it?”
    “What you were or weren’t told is none of my concern. As to what this place is,” I turn and flick on a switch. She winces a little as the room is flooded with harsh light. I adjust the mood switch to a warm indigo and flick another switch. A gentle sparkling mist—a late addition I concocted two days ago—starts to fall from the ceiling. Her mouth drops open on a soft gasp as the first cloud of mist touches her face. I watch her reaction as her tongue darts out to taste my creation.
    Her eyes widen. “Wow, it tastes...incredible. Wait, it’s not poisonous or anything, is it?”
    “No, it’s not poisonous and you can’t overdose on it, but it’s set on a timer.”
    “Really? Why?”
    “Because it can get addictive.”
    A sultry smile spreads across her face, and she licks more of the mist from her lips. “I’ll say! What exactly is it?”
    I watch her face for her reaction and reply, “It’s an Aphrodisiac Shower.”
    “Fuck!” She bolts out of the spray and glares at me. “You didn’t think to tell me that before you doused me in that shit?”
    “Two seconds ago, you thought it was incredible.” I study the color in her cheeks and her dilated pupils and wonder how scarlet she’ll blush when my cock is deep in her ass and my hands are wrapped around her throat.
    “Fuck that. You should’ve told me.”
    She heads toward me, and I curb the urge to slam my hand across the doorway to pin her against the frame so I can test if she’s as wet as she was the last time I tasted her pussy. She’d gotten so wet so fast that day that I’d later wondered if it’d been real or a fluke of my imagination.
    Whatever it is, I know I should walk away, but I can’t. I feel my near obsession with her reaching worrying proportions. And that terrifies me. Because she thinks she knows what lies beneath my uncivilized exterior. But really, she has no fucking clue. And I can guarantee that she won’t like what’s underneath when she finds