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plan.
    She shouldn’t be here, Ava thought, as she gave her keys to one of Joel’s staff to park her car. She should be dating Bethany’s next prospect and making love to her future fiancé.
    But she didn’t want to. She wanted Joel, and she wanted to be free of her obsession.
    As Ava clicked up the plane’s steps, Joel moved to meet her halfway. On the middle step, he grabbed her hand and threaded his long fingers through hers. His palm was dry, strong, and warm. Zaps of electric sensation fired over her senses, making her breath catch.
    Joel stopped and motioned for her to sit in a leather captain’s chair next to his, by the window. Then he leaned over to buckle her in, and she inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne. When he gazed down at her and smiled a carnal smile, butterflies bombarded her stomach.
    Oh god!
    She was going to do it. She was going to escape into Joel’s world, be his woman for one delicious week. What had she been thinking?
    The jet’s engine roared to life and she started to shake. Was it too late to yell stop?
    Yes, it was, and she’d made her decision. And after being in Joel’s bed, she would be able to get on with her life and her plans. One week would be enough. It was all she would allow herself, all he was going to allow her too.
    “Just how secluded is this island?” Ava asked as his plane pulled away from the tarmac.
    “Private enough that we won’t be disturbed unless we want to be.”
    His deep sensual voice slid over her like a hot shower. Again she wondered if coming on this jet was such a good idea. A man like Joel Stanfield had the best of everything—that included the best lovers, the most sophisticated ones. Ones so out of her skill-set, they made her feel like a child wearing her mother’s high heels.
    Was she on her way to embarrassing herself? Was Joel expecting a seductress who knew how to pleasure him?
    Probably. Most women were more experienced by the age of twenty-seven. Of course he’d expect her to know her way around the bedroom. When she didn’t, he’d be disappointed, like Jason had been. Maybe Joel would even forgo the rest of the week and send her packing after the first night. Her hands turned to ice.
    “Are you okay? You look pale.”
    “I haven’t eaten yet.” That much was true. She hadn’t been able to eat since breakfast with her sister yesterday morning. All because her stomach had been jumping while she’d been deciding whether or not to come meet Joel.
    Joel immediately instructed his flight staff to make her a gourmet breakfast and freshly squeezed juice.
    In spite of everything, Ava managed to eat a little, only because it tasted divine. Her favorite, Belgian waffles with warm, maple syrup.
    To Ava’s relief, Joel flipped open his laptop and started to work the minute they reached cruising altitude. With Joel working, it allowed her to relax and feel normal, to quit worrying if he was going to start their sexual vacation in the plane’s bedroom, in the back.
    It also allowed her to pretend Joel was still her boss, and that they weren’t on their way to his island.
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    After they landed, Joel unbuckled Ava and helped her as she wobbled down the stairs of his plane. Her leg muscles had cramped, and her feet were numb from the long journey and lack of movement.
    When she reached the ground, her eyes scanned the dark horizon. The full moon Joel had mentioned on the plane was swallowed by a cloud, so she couldn’t make out the landscape. But the extreme quiet told her they were light years from city crowds, from parties, from ringing cell phones. A 180 degree turn from her life. A shiver crept up her spine.
    Her body should just relax. It should understand. She was in control, she’d made this decision, and she was happy with it. She wanted Joel and this time to explore sensuality with him. And maybe she’d even come out of this experience more sexually confident.
    This trip had become part of her new plan, and it made