it." She held out her hand and his breath caught. She was so straightforward. So honest. So ready to believe the he would keep his word. She literally took his breath away. He closed his hand around hers and felt that same electric current flash between them. They were going to be together a lot. He would wear her down eventually. He would trick her into his bed. He'd make her want him as much as he wanted her. Or he'd bloody well die trying. He had a feeling he was losing something- whether it was his head or his heart, he wasn't yet sure. One thing he was sure of though. Nick Falcon never backed down from a challenge.
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Sabrina couldn't help it; she gasped audibly when she saw the plane. They'd driven directly out onto the tarmac. She'd thought for some reason that they were flying commercial. First class obviously, but commercial. But no. Nick Falcon had his own private jet. It wasn't a small one either. It was huge. The colors on the jet were a dark gray and a plum color. She glanced at him. Nick was wearing a plum colored bandana around his neck. He seemed to like the color a lot. She was noticing all kinds of things about him over the past few weeks. He was arrogant, but he could be kind. He was frequently drunk, but he made sure to be sober when it counted. And he noticed things around him. Especially her. He always seemed to notice everything about her. It was disconcerting to say the least. They were escorted out of the limo by a personal TSA agent. He checked their passports and itineraries. She noticed that Marley took care of all of that for Nick. She wondered briefly if the musician knew how to do anything for himself. She smirked at the sudden image of Marley tying Nick's shoelaces for him. He did seem sort of adorably helpless at times. But the rest of the times, he was utterly and implacably in charge. Powerful. It was a compelling combination of personality traits. Part of her wanted to look after him, like Marley did. The other part wanted to put a crack in his ego, get him in line. Another part of her wanted to kiss him. A big part of her wanted that she suddenly realized. She wanted it badly. Surprisingly so. Even more than all of that, she wanted to run away. Run back to the limo as fast as her stilettos could take her. That's what she usually did in situations like this. Not that ever had been any situation remotely like this one. But running was not an option. He'd made sure of that. As they climbed the stairs to the jet she wondered briefly if he was doing all this to get close to her. Or if it was merely to punish her for daring to gainsay him. Or both. Probably it was just a silly game he played to entertain himself. She suspected he liked to play games. She however did not.
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Nick watched as Sabrina stared open mouthed around the plane. The Falconmobile, as it had been dubbed. He wanted to impress her he realized. Maybe this would do the trick. It certainly couldn't hurt his chances that he had a private jet now could it? She snapped her mouth shut and gave him a sideways glance. There was something mildly