Free Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) by Diane Thorne Page B

lap. Before she had a chance to say anything more, her husband claimed hold of her hand. She looked away and stared out the oval window with Henry while the plane’s engines revved.
    The plane accelerated and Gwen turned to gaze out of the windows across the aisle. Other passengers watched too as everything rushed by during the race down the runway. The nose lifted first and the plane shook gently. Then suddenly they were above the ground and climbing in the sky.
    She lifted the card and saw Phillip’s email address. Mr Sexy had given her permission to send him a message. He’d acted as if he wanted her to. Hell, he’d touched her underwear. Did he really find her attractive? Did he really want to have a conversation with her? Although she didn’t have a clue what to say, she had to send some kind of communication to him. He’d offered—no, he’d invited her to a conversation. Refusing would be rude, and she couldn’t allow him to think that.
    The flight would last eight hours. Surely, she could find something to talk about with him during such a long flight. She thought about what to send in her message and remembered when he had handed her the notebook and had touched her underwear. He didn’t have a ring on his finger. She was a single woman, and if she guessed right, he was single too. The shared detail wasn’t much, but it gave her something to work with. He had liked her panties after all. Maybe he’d like to see her wearing them.
    The thought brought a smile to her face. Eight hours trapped in a plane with a sexy and single billionaire inviting her to talk to him. How could she resist? She couldn’t. The time had come for her to live life to the fullest and take advantage of all the opportunities available to her. As soon as the pilot gave the okay to switch on electronic devices, she’d send him a message. And if he asked to see her in the red lace bikini, she’d find a way to appease his request.
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