Free Craving Him by Kendall Ryan Page B

offered, little dots of condensation already forming on the goblet.
    “Are you ready to tell me what’s on your mind? I think you’ve left me in the dark about your feelings long enough.”
    I nodded. He led the way to the living room. “I don’t like feeling pressured into making a decision,” I said once we were seated together on the sofa.
    His eyes lifted to mine. “I never meant to pressure you, but before you answer, there’s something I need to say.” He hesitated a moment, peering down into his wineglass. “You know my background. It’s not something I talk about with very many people. I never knew my dad, I was raised by a single mom who took off for months at a time when it suited her, so I’m sorry to put added pressure on you, but I need you to understand I don’t handle rejection well.”
    His raw honesty surprised me. It wasn’t what I expected him to say. I remained silent for several moments, taking in what he’d just told me. He’d be hurt if I refused his offer. The last thing I wanted to do was reject him. From the beginning I’d wanted to care for him, soothe him, and I understood now that he was putting himself out on the line—not only by inviting me on his next assignment but by offering me a job and his home as well. This was a big step for him.
    “Ben, I will happily work for you. But the pay you proposed is too much.”
    He watched me intently, waiting for me to continue.
    “And as your assistant and your girlfriend,” I smiled at the word, “of course I’ll go to Fiji.”
    “But you won’t move in?” he asked, his eyes reading the indecision in mine.
    “No.” I swallowed. “Not yet, anyway. I like having my own space. I came to New York intent on paving my own way, and I met Ellie and we really clicked. I’m not ready to give all that up just yet. I hope you understand. It has nothing to do with you.”
    He nodded. “Okay. It’s something to build up to.” He leaned in close and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
    “We leave tomorrow, right? I should probably go home and pack.”
    He shook his head, kissing me again. “Not necessary,” he mumbled against my lips. “I already packed a bag for you.”
    I laughed. “Really? It’s probably nothing but frilly panties and maybe a sex toy, knowing you.”
    “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He kissed down my throat, roaming over to the side of my neck to nibble at the skin below my ear, and I shuddered involuntarily, forgetting all about packing.

10
    Emmy
    After a six-hour flight to Los Angeles we boarded a twelve-hour flight to Fiji. Luckily I slept most of the way with my head resting on Ben’s shoulder. My neck was stiff and sore when I finally awoke. Sparkling turquoise water as far as the eye could see greeted me out the window. Ben leaned over to look with me. “Wow. It’s so pretty.” He kissed my temple. “I haven’t received my schedule for the shoots yet but hopefully we have time to play.”
    I turned to face him. “As your assistant should I be emailing someone to find out your schedule?”
    He shrugged. “Sure. If you’d like.”
    “Ben,” I scolded. “I’m not okay with being your assistant in title only. I will work hard for you. We should actually discuss all this—your expectations, needs, what my role will be.”
    “Baby, I’m not worried about it. Just having you with me helps me.”
    I clamped my mouth closed. I could see that it would be up to me to determine my role as an assistant. He wasn’t going to boss me around or give me any direction. I pulled out my cell phone and powered it on while the plane taxied to the gate.
    “What are you doing?” Ben asked.
    “Checking if I can get a Wi-Fi connection here.”
    “You should near the airport, in the populated areas, and at our hotel, but I’m not sure about the rest of the island. Why?”
    “Does Fiona know I’m your assistant?”
    “Not yet.”
    Oh boy. “She’s about to.”
    Ben smiled at my confidence.
    Seeing