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of Zachary Savage. Even with an icy scowl
stamped across his face, the man was beyond-description-hot.
    It was clear she’d broached a sensitive
subject. She wanted to take back the question, but she bit her tongue.
    Getting to know the man you intended to
sleep with wasn’t a crime. Hell, in this day and age of creeps at every corner,
it was mandatory.
    All the same, she held her breath when
he sighed and turned to her.
    “You probably have a few boxes you’re
dying to tick before you’re reassured that what’s going to happen between us is
okay. Trust me, Bethany, it couldn’t be more right. Would you be more reassured
if I told you I’ve never done anything like this before?”
    “You mean pick up a woman from one of
your planes and make plans to sleep with her?”
    One corner of his mouth lifted, but his
face remained deadly serious. “I haven’t flown on an Indigo Lounge flight since
the maiden flight six years ago. And I’ve certainly never acted on the spur-of-the-moment
to go on one.”
    Again, she experienced a bolt of shock, then she remembered his instructions at the airport.
“Your crew were surprised you were changing your plans,” she murmured.
    “That’s because I only stopped in
Newark to refuel my jet. They were nearly done when you arrived. Another half
hour and I would’ve been gone.”
    He let that last piece of information
linger, let them both absorb the serendipity of their meeting. When his eyes
met hers again, the cold was gone. And the desire was back full force and
pounding into her, relentless and unyielding.
    And yet, dammit, he made no move to
touch her. Or to come any closer.
    It was almost as if Zachary Savage was
intent on seducing her with his words alone.
    And what a bang up job he was doing.
Bethany shifted as she felt her panties dampen from the hungry look in his
eyes. The tingle between her legs had taken on full throbbing status and her
breasts felt so heavy and full that she wanted to clamp her palms over them,
squeeze them to alleviate their aching.
    “So you see, everything else is
superfluous. What’s important is you and me and our
desire to explore what’s between us.”
    She was saved from answering when the
car rolled to a stop beneath the exquisite portico of Zachary’s hotel. When the
porter saw who was in the car, he jumped to attention and rushed to open her
door.
    By the time he emerged on the walkway beside
her, Zach had assumed the casually distant persona he’d displayed in company
all day long. He responded to several greetings as he led her through the
marble-floored, mouth-droppingly designed foyer to the bank of private
elevators that serviced her suite and his.
    The hotel was decorated like the rest
of Zach’s businesses she’d seen online and in person so far, touches of exquisite
style with the barest hint of indigo that announced its master’s personal
touch.
    They entered the elevator and he
immediately turned to her.
    “Remember we leave for the airport in
four hours,” he said as the doors shut, cocooning them in its intimate space as
they were rushed up to the eighteenth floor.
    It’d just turned six. She’d taken
Tracy’s advice and stayed acclimatized to the crazy time zone when they landed.
    Zachary’s private jet was picking them
up in Paris but they were flying commercial from Shanghai. “That gives me
enough time for a massage before dinner.”
    He sucked in a quick breath then jammed
his hands into his pockets. A quick glance showed his eyes had darkened to
slate. She didn’t know whether the idea of her getting a massage turned him on
or displeased him because his face remained as neutral as it had been since the
exited the limo.
    “The Indigo Flame serves the best
lobster in Shanghai. I’ve reserved a table for eight.”
    “Great. Friday’s Child are performing
at the club next door at nine, so that’ll be perfect.” Jax had sent her another
message when she’d failed to attend their rehearsal on the plane. To