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Sabrina tried to shove her carry-on bag into the overhead compartment, but even standing on her tip toes, she was a little too short. Plus, she’d packed way too much, both in the carry-on bag as well as the suitcase she’d checked in. But, in her defense, she’d had to. Her remaining belongings wouldn’t be arriving in New York for another few days, and she’d had to make sure she had enough clothes and essentials until the moving company arrived with the boxes.
And God only knew what Daniel had planned once they arrived. She hoped she had something for each eventuality. He’d mentioned social events he’d been invited to, and she wanted to make sure she had the right clothes to wear in case her boxes were delayed.
“Need some help?” Daniel’s voice was low at her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
His body pressed firmly against hers from behind, and his warmth seeped into her, scorching her as if she’d gotten too close to a fire.
His proximity, his unique scent and the heat of his body made for a tantalizing combination that aroused her. Would he always have this effect on her?
“Yes please,” she whispered as she slowly turned her head toward him, finding his lips and kissing him. She resisted the urge to moan, not wanting to cause a spectacle on the plane.
Breaking the kiss, Daniel reached up and tucked her bag into the compartment, before closing the lid.
“Have a seat,” he said to her, his eyes blazing with desire.
As she took the window seat, he sat down in the aisle seat next to her and leaned across the armrest. When he kissed her again, this time nipping at her bottom lip, she moaned softly. Would his kiss, his touch, always have so much power over her and ignite her as it did now?
God, he was a gorgeous man. She still couldn’t believe he was all hers. A little over a week ago, she’d been convinced that it was all over between them and that she would be forced to spend the rest of her life trying to forget him. She hadn’t counted on Daniel’s tenacity.
Tearing her gaze from him, she looked around the plane. She’d never flown first class before, but she knew it was a luxury she could get used to.
She leaned against the headrest and smiled. She was moving to New York to be with Daniel. A combination of excitement and nerves pooled in her belly, and she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. To no avail. To say that her and Daniel’s relationship was unusual, or that their romance was a whirlwind would be the understatement of the century. She still had trouble wrapping her mind around everything that had happened between them.
One night she’d been a single attorney with a job she loved and a colleague she despised, and the next she’d been pretending to be her best friend Holly, an escort, when she met Daniel and had sex with him the very first night. Holly had begged her to substitute for an assignment for her, claiming she’d be fired if she turned down the booking. That booking had been Daniel, who’d needed a pretend girlfriend for a business function in order to ward off gold digging bachelorettes. And who better to play that role than Sabrina, the pretend escort? What happened next she would have never believed, had anybody told her, and had she not experienced it herself: she and Daniel had fallen in love under those most unlikely of circumstances.
A couple of weeks later, and here she was, moving away from San Francisco, away from her job—well, her ex-job—and away from her best friend. It was a monumental change, which was why she wouldn’t allow herself to analyze it too much. Focusing on Daniel made it all a lot less scary.
After the flight attendants finished their safety demonstration, Daniel turned to her. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I can’t wait for us to get home and start our life together.”
Home. Her home was now with Daniel and she couldn’t be more excited about it. The circumstances under which all this had been orchestrated were bizarre. Daniel had gone to the trouble of drafting a contract that essentially made her his exclusive escort. It had been his way of proving that despite the deception their relationship had been started upon, from now on, everything would be laid out in the open between them. There would be no more lies. He’d agreed to her only change in the contract: instead of accepting his wealth, she’d demanded his love and respect. The sex they’d had right after signing the contract had been amazing. Just thinking about it now made flames lick along her skin. And the thought that they’d done it on her ex-boss’s desk made her smile. She considered it a little parting gift—a gift, in truth, she’d be mortified about if he ever found out.
Sabrina tried to shove her carry-on bag into the overhead compartment, but even standing on her tip toes, she was a little too short. Plus, she’d packed way too much, both in the carry-on bag as well as the suitcase she’d checked in. But, in her defense, she’d had to. Her remaining belongings wouldn’t be arriving in New York for another few days, and she’d had to make sure she had enough clothes and essentials until the moving company arrived with the boxes.
And God only knew what Daniel had planned once they arrived. She hoped she had something for each eventuality. He’d mentioned social events he’d been invited to, and she wanted to make sure she had the right clothes to wear in case her boxes were delayed.
“Need some help?” Daniel’s voice was low at her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
His body pressed firmly against hers from behind, and his warmth seeped into her, scorching her as if she’d gotten too close to a fire.
His proximity, his unique scent and the heat of his body made for a tantalizing combination that aroused her. Would he always have this effect on her?
“Yes please,” she whispered as she slowly turned her head toward him, finding his lips and kissing him. She resisted the urge to moan, not wanting to cause a spectacle on the plane.
Breaking the kiss, Daniel reached up and tucked her bag into the compartment, before closing the lid.
“Have a seat,” he said to her, his eyes blazing with desire.
As she took the window seat, he sat down in the aisle seat next to her and leaned across the armrest. When he kissed her again, this time nipping at her bottom lip, she moaned softly. Would his kiss, his touch, always have so much power over her and ignite her as it did now?
God, he was a gorgeous man. She still couldn’t believe he was all hers. A little over a week ago, she’d been convinced that it was all over between them and that she would be forced to spend the rest of her life trying to forget him. She hadn’t counted on Daniel’s tenacity.
Tearing her gaze from him, she looked around the plane. She’d never flown first class before, but she knew it was a luxury she could get used to.
She leaned against the headrest and smiled. She was moving to New York to be with Daniel. A combination of excitement and nerves pooled in her belly, and she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. To no avail. To say that her and Daniel’s relationship was unusual, or that their romance was a whirlwind would be the understatement of the century. She still had trouble wrapping her mind around everything that had happened between them.
One night she’d been a single attorney with a job she loved and a colleague she despised, and the next she’d been pretending to be her best friend Holly, an escort, when she met Daniel and had sex with him the very first night. Holly had begged her to substitute for an assignment for her, claiming she’d be fired if she turned down the booking. That booking had been Daniel, who’d needed a pretend girlfriend for a business function in order to ward off gold digging bachelorettes. And who better to play that role than Sabrina, the pretend escort? What happened next she would have never believed, had anybody told her, and had she not experienced it herself: she and Daniel had fallen in love under those most unlikely of circumstances.
A couple of weeks later, and here she was, moving away from San Francisco, away from her job—well, her ex-job—and away from her best friend. It was a monumental change, which was why she wouldn’t allow herself to analyze it too much. Focusing on Daniel made it all a lot less scary.
After the flight attendants finished their safety demonstration, Daniel turned to her. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I can’t wait for us to get home and start our life together.”
Home. Her home was now with Daniel and she couldn’t be more excited about it. The circumstances under which all this had been orchestrated were bizarre. Daniel had gone to the trouble of drafting a contract that essentially made her his exclusive escort. It had been his way of proving that despite the deception their relationship had been started upon, from now on, everything would be laid out in the open between them. There would be no more lies. He’d agreed to her only change in the contract: instead of accepting his wealth, she’d demanded his love and respect. The sex they’d had right after signing the contract had been amazing. Just thinking about it now made flames lick along her skin. And the thought that they’d done it on her ex-boss’s desk made her smile. She considered it a little parting gift—a gift, in truth, she’d be mortified about if he ever found out.
