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little surprised before a slow appreciative smile spread across his
lips. I smoothed my dress in front of me and smiled back at him, trying to tamp
down the giddiness bubbling up within me.
    Jake looked as dashing as I’d ever seen him. He looked like
the epitome of debonair elegance in his dark gray bespoke suit and crisp white
shirt and black tie. His sandy brown hair was slicked back, though a lock of
hair had broken free and rested against his forehead. I had a sudden urge to brush
that lock back, but clenched my fist at my sides. His dark blue eyes glinted
with amusement as he looked at me.
    “Like what you see?” I teased when he approached me.
    “Very much,” he replied, a smile tugging on his lips.
    “You’ve been very secretive. Are you going to tell me what
this is all about? Where are we going?” I asked.
    “It’s a surprise,” he replied. He took my hand and led me
towards the private jet. Looking up close, I noticed the plane was emblazoned
with his corporate logo on the side. Of course it would be his private jet.
What kind of a billionaire would he be without one? I thought wryly.
    Jake quirked an eyebrow at me as if reading my thoughts.
“After you,” he said, waving me in front of him to climb the steps into the
plane.
    “I hope you’re not planning any transcontinental flight,” I
warned, once I had been seated. “I didn’t bring my passport with me.”
    “Don’t worry, we won’t go far,” he assured me.
    “Just how far is far?” I asked, my curiosity eating away at
me.
    Jake shook his head, faint amusement lighting his eyes.
“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” he said. “We’ll be there soon enough.”
    “Can I ask what we’ll be doing?” I prod.
    He shrugged, “You can ask, but I’m still not going to tell
you.”
    “Ugh,” I mumbled frustration straining my voice. “I hate
secrets.”
    Jake laughed at my whining, the crinkles deepening around
his eyes giving him a carefree appearance. I’d never seen him so light hearted
and playful. Intense, cynical, brooding, sensual, I’d seen those sides of him.
This new playful side was something that I could get used to.
    The pilot’s voice over the intercom interrupted our
conversation. Jake took the opportunity to get up and reach behind the bar for
a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses out and carried them in his
leisurely way.
    “To the start of a wonderful night,” he toasted once he had
handed me my glass.
    Jake sank back in his seat, surveying me through his keen
eyes. The plane had just taxied on the runway and was about to take off. The
roar of the jet engines momentarily distracted me and I stared out the window
while taking another sip of the champagne. My eyes kept drifting back to look
at Jake though, like some magnetic attraction I couldn’t fight. Jake hadn’t
taken his eyes off me, not feeling the same kind of nerves I was feeling. His
gaze was disconcerting, sending a flush of heat up my neck.
    “Do you like making me nervous?” I asked, unable to take it
any longer.
    “Do I make you nervous?” he drawled lazily.
    “Yes you do, actually. Don’t act like you’re surprised by
it. I’m sure you’ve perfected the art of making people nervous,” I replied,
daring him to contradict me.
    He shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I won’t say it’s
not an advantage.”
    I looked out the window as the plane started down the runway
for takeoff. What was I doing here with this man? Was this my life now—jet
setting with a handsome billionaire to undisclosed locales? I marveled.
    “You look stunning this evening,” Jake said, breaking into
my thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve already told you that.”
    “Thank you,” I reply, pleased with myself.
    “Did you have any problems with the credit card?” he asked.
    “I didn’t use your credit card.”
    A look of disappointment briefly crossed his face before
being replaced by a bland expression.
    “Oh really? I hope it didn’t put you out