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in, her head would’ve hit the ceiling. She squealed and
     almost dropped her drink as one hand reached for the arm of the chair.
    “We’ll be fine,” Erik said, but Melinda wasn’t so sure.
    She swallowed down bile as the plane took another drop. “I hate flying,” she grumbled
     and closed her eyes against the nausea rolling through her stomach.
    “Well, since flying is the only way you’ll get home, I suppose you’ll just have to
     stay with us,” Erik murmured.
    Melinda shot him an angry glare. “I have to get back to work.”
    “Not for two weeks,” Jon said with a grin.
    “For that amount of time, you’re ours,” Erik added.
    “I’m going to kill my brother,” she grumbled under her breath.
    Try as she might, though, despite her anger toward Marcus, she couldn’t get that orgasm
     out of her head. Even with the two of them watching, she’d shot off like a rocket.
     Or maybe it was because they had been watching.
    She frowned and took a sip of the Sprite, hoping it would settle her stomach. She
     knew she found the whole kidnap bondage thing exciting, but exhibitionism? She hadn’t
     thought of that. She’d never really felt comfortable enough with her sexuality to
     do it.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she looked over at Erik and Jon. Would two weeks with
     them really make her feel better about herself? Marcus always said they were good
     with women who had low self-esteem. They could really build her up, turn her into
     a sexy, vibrant woman.
    She had confidence. Confidence in her abilities, her smarts. Confidence in her looks
     and her ability to attract a man was where she had issues. Was that why Clark had
     been able to get so close to her? Was that why he’d been able to fool her so easily?
    With a huff of disgust, she took another sip of Sprite, then swallowed it down with
     a groan as the plane again shook with turbulence. Out the window to her side, she
     noticed a streak of lightning and jumped.
    “Are we almost there?” she asked.
    “Almost,” Jon replied.
    “Where are we going, anyway?” she asked.
    Erik shifted in his seat to better face her. “Belize.”
    Her eyes widened. “Belize? Did someone get my passport?”
    “We have your passport, purse, and suitcase that you’d packed and left by the door.
     Your assistant also added a few things as well.”
    Melinda stared, shocked. “My assistant was in on this?”
    “From the start,” Erik replied.
    “From the start,” she asked slowly. “So…when did Marcus call you?”
    “After your argument about a vacation,” Jon replied.
    Melinda’s mouth dropped open. The plane ride had finally smoothed out but Melinda
     felt far from calm.
    “Don’t look so surprised,” Erik said with entirely too much calm to Melinda’s line
     of thinking. “You’ve been working way too much, drinking way too much, and in my opinion,
     not eating nearly enough.”
    “Excuse me?” she snapped. “What I eat or don’t eat is none of your business.”
    “It is while you’re here,” he replied in a tone that brooked no argument.
    “And where exactly is here?” she asked with just a hint of sarcasm. “Other than just
     Belize.”
    “We have a house in a small town on the coast. It has its own private landing strip,
     so we won’t need a car to get there. It’s quite nice. I think you’ll like it. It’s
     very private so you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your squeals.”
    Melinda glared angrily at Erik. It didn’t seem to faze him; he just smiled in return
     as though she had nothing but good things to say.
    “And just what makes you think I’m going to squeal?” she snarled.
    “You’ll squeal, just like you did earlier.”
    Melinda looked away as the burning heat of a blush moved over her face. God, he was
     blunt, but there was a small part of her, deep down inside, that liked it. She’d die
     before she admitted that to him, though.
    “If you look out the window, you can see the house,” Jon offered,