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Miles disappears into the forward cabin, drawing the pocket door closed behind him so we can have some privacy.

“Where are we going?” Jesse asks.

“Where do you think we’re going?”

“I have no clue, Emma. But wherever it is, I need to be home tonight.”

I shrug. “My wish is their command. I can have you home whenever you’d like. In fact, we don’t even have to go. We can call this charade off right now and just go back to our regularly scheduled Saturday mornings.”

“And get you out of this ridiculous trip?” He laughs. “Not a chance.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to our ridiculous trip.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’ll see when we arrive. Isn’t this how the billionaire date is done? The rich guy comes in and sweeps the poor girl off her feet with promises of fantastic food and exotic trips inside pretentious flying machines?”

“You forgot the most important part.”

“Which is what?”

“Hot sex in my bedroom at the end.” He grins like he’s so charming. Like this is a fantastic joke.

“You mean hot sex in my bedroom. Since I’m the one in charge of this date.”

He smirks again, then looks down at the table, shaking his head. “I don’t give two flying fucks where we have the hot sex, Emma.”

“You presume a lot, you know that?”

“Do I?”

I nod.

“I wouldn’t call it presumptuous. Not after the way I made you come on my face last night.”

I open my mouth with a surprised, “Oh, really.”

He shrugs. “I’m just really good at it. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You cannot shame the CFO of Bright Berry Beach Cosmetics with a little dirty talk, Mr. Boston.”

“Funny. Because you’re blushing a bright berry shade of pink right now.”

I take a deep breath. And luckily Miles appears and tells us to get ready for takeoff, then disappears behind the pocket door just as the plane begins to taxi across the tarmac.

But Jesse is on a roll now. Because he says, “I like the outfit, by the way. And the pigtails too.” Now he’s really grinning. And the worst part is that I am blushing. I can feel the heat creep up my cheeks.

“It’s not like I had a choice.”

He rubs the day-old stubble on his chin. “Everyone has a choice, Emma. You didn’t have to buy me last night, but you did. You must have really fallen hard for me back in the day if you were willing to spend that kind of money on revenge. Especially revenge that backfired.”

“It was a group decision,” I say. “It was actually Hannah who bought you, not me. The CFO in me said you were a poor investment.”

“Then why are we doing this?”

“Because you threatened me with prison if I didn’t show up when you arrived.”

“And the feminist inside you couldn’t handle that?”