Free All That He Loves (Volume 2 The Billionaires Seduction) by Olivia Thorne

service.”
    “Of course,” Connor frowned, like, What were you expecting?
    We got out of the car. Sebastian walked over to talk to a couple of men in dark uniforms I assumed were the pilots. Johnny started unloading our bags from the trunk.
    “This is your plane?” I asked Connor wonderingly.
    “One of them.”
    “ You have more than one private jet?!”
    He looked at me like I was being unintentionally hilarious. “Yes. I do.”
    I looked around. “Where’s security?”
    Connor pointed at Johnny.
    “No, I mean, the guys who check your luggage and stuff. TSA.”
    “There is no security line or luggage check when you fly in a private jet, Lily,” he said, grinning. “That’s one of the many reasons to fly in a private jet.”
    “Wow,” I said, totally blown away. It made sense, but I’d never thought about it before. Then a stab of panic hit me. “Wait – what’s going to happen to the car?”
    “Sebastian handled it,” Connor assured me.
    “Yeah, but what’s going to happen to it?”
    “We’ll get somebody to drive it back to LA.”
    I stared at him, flummoxed. “You have employees who drive quarter of a million dollar cars back and forth between LA and Vegas?”
    “Johnny does it,” Connor teased.
    “Yeah, ‘cause somebody sneaks off by himself all the time,” Johnny snapped, then looked at me like he was afraid he might have upset me.
    Actually, I did suffer a little twist in my stomach when he said it – but not for the reason he thought.
    “The Lamborghini – what about the Lamborghini?!”
    “Sebastian handled that, too,” Connor soothed me as he took my arm and guided me towards the plane. “Stop worrying about my stuff, that’s not your job.”
    “You just have a whole fleet of people who move empty cars around the country, don’t you,” I said reprovingly.
    “I have a whole fleet of people who do what I need done. We all set?” he asked Sebastian as we approached.
    “Take off’s as soon as Johnny can get the bags stowed,” Sebastian confirmed.
    “Thank you,” Connor said to the pilots, who were all smiles as they shook Connor’s hand. Then he guided me up the steps into the cabin.
    It was amazing.
    The interior was cream-colored with dark wood paneling. The seats were all dark brown, plush leather – at least half a dozen single chairs, with a couple of doubles in loveseat style that faced one another across a wooden table. One long sofa ran flush with the side of the cabin.
    There were also televisions – a 36” screen across from the sofa, and a series of smaller screens accessible from the seats. A couple of Apple laptops were fastened to some of the single seats with adjustable metal frames.
    “Where do we sit?” I asked Connor.
    “Anywhere you want,” he grinned. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to use the restroom.”
    He disappeared into a wood-paneled alcove at the back of the plane.
    “Would you care for a drink?” a woman’s voice asked behind me.
    I turned around to see a woman in a crisp white shirt, navy jacket and skirt, and a scarf around her neck. She was a few years older than me, and very pretty.
    “Who are you?” I asked, astounded.
    She just smiled. “I’m part of the flight crew. Can I get you anything?”
    I looked around the cabin. There were seats for twelve people – and it was an airplane. I guess it made sense…
    “Um… water?”
    She looked a little surprised. “Just water? I could get you a drink, if you like. Champagne, a variety of wines, mixed drinks – ”
    “Just water, please.”
    “Bottled?”
    “Uh, sure.”
    “Sparkling or flat?”
    This is WEIRD…
    “Just a regular bottle of water is fine,” I said.
    She smiled and started to walk away, but as she did I called out, “Um… can I use one of these computers?
    She nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. Help yourself.”
    Then she disappeared down the same alcove where Connor had gone.
    I looked down at the laptop, my stomach churning… then sat down