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snapped, then widened her eyes because she’d just been rude to her new employer.
    “Right, you might have to pee,” he said, his expression neutral. “There are no accommodations in a helicopter.”
    She glared at his crudeness. And predictably, her cheeks flamed. She cleared her throat. “Where are we goin’?”
    “To Monterrey.”
    “California?” she asked, her mouth dropping.
    “Mexico.”
    Her thoughts whirled. “But I don’t have a passport.”
    “You won’t need one. We’ll be flying from one private airstrip to another. Authorities will be satisfied with your driver’s license.”
    “Will we be gone long?” What about her brother?
    “For as long as the negotiations take.” He drew his hands together in his lap. “Are we going to play twenty questions?”
    “Am I bein’ tedious?” she asked, her lips tightening.
    “No, you’re delightfully stubborn.” He sighed. “Let me surprise you. Soon enough, I’ll put you to work. For now, relax. Consider this a minivacation.”
    “A vacation,” she said faintly.
    “We’ll be sharing a villa while I’m working.” At her startled stare he tilted his head. “You’ll have your own room. Please don’t be concerned. I hired your
professional
services.”
    Her heart had stopped when he’d said they’d be sharing accommodations, but tripped with the gentle emphasis of “professional.” Was she disappointed? “You’ve hired me to work. Why not start me with this trip? I don’t need a vacation. It seems…”
    “How does it seem?”
    “Like you’re playin’ with me,” she whispered, barely able to speak through a tight throat.
    “Do you think I intend to seduce you?” A dark eyebrow rose. “I could have called any number of women to accompany me if
all
I’d wanted was a playmate.”
    And now she felt foolish. Why on earth would he be interested in her that way? “I guess I’m confused. You rushed me—I’m trying to catch my breath.”
    The corners of his eyes wrinkled. “You’ll get used to the pace.”
    The car slowed, and Tilly glanced out the window, realizing they had arrived at the parking lot outside the estate and the iron gate was open. A large man dressed the same as Boone held open the gate. They continued until the vehicle stopped beside another gate that opened onto a grassy field. The car door opened, and the large man extended his hand to help her out.
    Startled, she stared. He was as handsome as Boone but more rugged. His face all angles and hard planes. His dark eyes studied her, but not unkindly. His mouth curved in a slow smile. “I’m Sergei Gun. Vice president in charge of security services. Call me Serge.”
    Standing between both tall, beefy men, Tilly felt slight and feminine—and completely out of her element.
    “Duck when we near the blades, but don’t worry,” Serge said easily. “We’ll get you safely to our destination.”
    He held her arm as he escorted her through the gate and to the open door of the helicopter. She’d never flown on one and hoped she wouldn’t embarrass herself by getting airsick. The sound of the whirring blades was deafening.
    Climbing the steps, she was acutely aware of the men climbing in behind her. Two more appeared behind Boone and Serge to join them in the enclosed cabin. A hand pressed to the small of her back guided her to the small row of seats to the left. She didn’t bother to look back to see who touched her. The imprints of Boone’s fingers burned through the thin material of her dress.
    She settled into a seat, placing her purse on her lap. But Boone grabbed the purse and gave it to Serge, who stowed it away in a metal bin. Then Boone knelt in front of her and reached around her body, pulling out shoulder straps and clicking the fasteners together. When he leaned closer and slipped his hand behind her, she drew in a shocked breath because he skimmed her bottom.
    But he was only searching for the waist belt, which he clicked into the harness. Then he took