Free Anything He Wants 2: All's Fair by Sara Fawkes Page B

that left me a moaning, panting mess.
The memory made me want to cringe and hide; I’d never
been that kind of girl and yet a stranger had seduced me not once but
three times in a twenty-four hour span.  
    I have
no other choice.
    I read
through the contract twice, the enormity of my path weighing on me, then with
shaky fingers I signed my name across the bottom and handed back the tablet.
Jeremiah reached up and pressed the attendant button. Immediately the engines
began gearing up, and I made sure I was buckled in. I gripped the chair tight
and tried to ignore my own unease about the flight and the man seated across
from me.
    “You
don’t like flying?”
    I kept my
eyes closed and feigned sleep as the engines geared up and propelled us down
the runway. The process was smooth and not as loud as I’d imagined for such a
small plane, but I didn’t breathe easy until we were in the air.
    We were
still climbing when Jeremiah took off his belt and stood, heading to the main
area behind me. I kept my eyes straight ahead, determined to ignore his
presence, until a hand carrying a glass of clear liquid appeared before me. “I
don’t drink,” I said.
    “Not even
water?”
    I didn’t
find his amusement charming but took the drink from his hand with a mumbled,
“Thank you.”
    “There’s
food in the bar if you need something more substantial.”
    “I’m not
hungry, thank you.”
    My
stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, exposing my outright lie. “Okay
fine, maybe a little.”
    His lips
compressed and I had the feeling he was trying to keep from smiling. “You
really had no idea who I was, did you?”
    Suddenly
not in the mood for conversation, I huffed out a breath and shrugged.
“Apparently, you’re not as popular as you seem to think.”
    He took
my sarcastic words in good humor. “And how popular am I?”
    Squirming
in my chair, I looked up to see amusement crinkling the edges of his eyes. He
does stoic really well, except his eyes . They were the most beautiful green
I could remember seeing on a man, vibrant against the olive complexion and dark
hair. Realizing I was staring, I cleared my throat and struggled for an answer
to his question. Witty rebuttals escaped me however and I shrugged, taking a quick
sip of my water.
    I ignored
his chuckling. “You may want to rest,” he said, “this is going to be a long
flight.”
    As he
went to the rear of the airplane I stayed in my seat, leaning it back and
snuggling into the large chair. Unfortunately my stomach, now aware of food
nearby, wouldn’t let me rest. I managed to stall maybe half an hour, busying
myself with the various gadgets around me, before finally getting up and
heading back to see what was available.
    When I passed
my boss he was sitting in one of the wide chairs, a glass of some dark liquid
in his hand. I could feel his eyes on me as I went into the kitchen alcove and
poured myself some orange juice before peeking at what food was available. I
snagged a pre-made chicken sandwich with ingredients that made it sound like
fine dining, and ate in the small room.
    The man
made me nervous; I couldn’t trust myself around him. Whenever he was nearby I
kept imagining erotic scenes I only read in romance novels and saw in my
fantasies. That had been fine when he was a stranger on an elevator I saw once
a day. Now I needed to get him out of my head, but easier said than done: he
had become a prominent fixture in my fantasy life and my body wouldn’t allow me
to forget him. Even the hopelessness of my current situation couldn’t stop my
reaction to his presence, the same reactions that had gotten me into this mess
in the first place.
    Grabbing
a bottle of water, I turned to leave the little kitchen area and ground to a
halt when I saw him standing beside the opening. He
moved toward me and I backed up a step, only to bump into the countertop. “I,
um,” I stammered, “I should get back to my seat...”
    His
fingers were toying with a button on