Chapter 8 - His Place

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His brows draw together. "Because I own the airline. Your seat number is in the system-my system-which is connected to your luggage at check-in. I tell my staff to get your luggage, and they do it."

I put my free hand on my hip, my head tilting to the side, eyes assessing. "Does everyone do what you say?"

The look he gives me...

He steps close, so close that I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes. And, God, he's tall. He towers over me. I have to tip my head back to look at him.

"Yes, everyone does what I say." His tone is low and sexy. "But I have a feeling you're going to be the exception to the rule."

"And you would be right about that."

"Thing is"-he leans his face in close, his warm breath brushing over my lips-"I might like control and really like people doing as I tell them, but I love a challenge more. So, game on." Then, he slaps me on the ass and walks off, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide open.

Cocky son of a bitch.

"You going to stand there all day, Yorkie?" he calls over his shoulder. "Or are you coming?"

Coming? Definitely.

And...Yorkie? Guess I have a new nickname.

I start walking, and picking up speed, I catch up to him.

Jason pushes through the door, walking into the arrivals area.

Grabbing my hand again, he leads me over to a guy who's clearly waiting on him. "Paul, this is Samaya Raichand from New York. Yorkie, this is Paul, my driver."

"Nice to meet you." I smile at him.

"Likewise. The car's just outside, sir," he tells Jason .

Jason and I follow Paul outside. The air is cold, and I shiver. Jason wraps his arm around me.

We follow Paul over to a flashy black Mercedes. Paul opens the back door. Jason ushers me in first and then climbs in next to me. I put on my seat belt. Paul gets in and turns on the engine.

"So, where are we going?" I ask as Paul pulls out into airport traffic.

"My place...if you still want to?"

I turn my face to find his closer than I expected.

God, he's gorgeous. I really want to kiss him again.

We haven't kissed since that one time when I surprise kissed him.

"I want to," I say softly.

His eyes darken, and the look in them makes my insides clench. He cups my cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb over my lips.

For a moment, I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. He just sits back and puts his arm around me. I snuggle into his warm, hard body and close my eyes. I should be looking at London as it's the first time I'd be seeing it, but Jason 's arms are just so inviting.

I must have fallen asleep because Jason is gently shaking me awake.

"We're here," he says.

I blink open my eyes to see his staring back at me.

"Hey." I smile.

"Hey." He smiles back. "We're at my place."

"Oh, right." I sit up. Grabbing my bag, I hang it on my shoulder.

Jason gets out of the car and then holds a hand out for me. I take his hand, and he helps me out of the car.

"I need to get my suitcase." I gesture to the trunk of the car.

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