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blazer that’s open at his waist. A white shirt collar peeks above the V-neck of his sweater, and my gaze finally finds his face. There’s a five-o’clock shadow lining his strong jaw, and soft pink lips are teased into a tiny smile, one that’s reflected in the blue eyes staring down at me.
    “Aaron,” I say as softly as he knocked.
    “Dayton. Are you ready to go?”
    I nod once and step to the side so he can pass me.
    He takes my suitcases to the car while I grab my purse. I lock my front door, and when I turn, I notice that he’s holding the car door open for me.
    “Enough suitcases?” he asks, a glint of amusement in his electric blue eyes.
    “Oh, didn’t you know?” I pause before lowering myself into the car, looking at him pointedly. “Girlfriends of the rich don’t travel light.”
    I tear my eyes from his as I sit. As he slides in beside me, he sighs, and I look out of the window. It wasn’t until I saw him standing in front of me that I realized how pissed I am about this. One coincidental night doesn’t equal a fucking worldwide rendezvous.
    Buying Mia Lopez for one night doesn’t equal buying Dayton Black for six weeks.
    Silence stretches between us, the tension building until it’s tight enough it’d snap if one of us sighed too hard.
    “Day—”
    “Don’t Day me. Just tell me why.”
    He reaches forward and shuts the glass partition. “Dad asked me if you were coming—”
    “Don’t try and put this on your dad.”
    “—and I said no.” He gives me a look that makes me close my mouth. “The more I thought about it, the more I wanted you to come with me. After seeing you the other night, I wanted to catch up and get to know you again. This was the only way.”
    “By fucking buying me?”
    “Would you have come otherwise?”
    I bite my tongue. We both know the answer is no.
    “Exactly. I just wanted to spend some time with you again. Is that so bad?”
    It is when you’re the one person who could shatter everything I’ve strived for seven years to build.
    I don’t answer him, instead turning back to the window. His eyes are searing into the back of my head the whole way to the airport, tempting me to turn. When we reach the airport, I open my door and get out of the car before he can do it for me.
    Wordlessly, I follow him to the small private jet owned by the company. His arm snakes around my waist and I glare at him.
    “See that girl standing by the stairs? That’s my father’s second assistant. Try not to look too pissed off at me.”
    “I’ll be as sweet as sugar,” I snap quietly. A smile replaces my frown when we approach the tall, blond girl with a catwalk figure.
    “Mr. Stone.” She flicks her hair and beams at him. Jesus, her eyes are undressing him right here. “And this must be Miss Black?”
    “That’s me.” My smile turns tight, and she notices, quickly diverting her eyes to the clipboard in her hand.
    She clears her throat. “Well, Mr. Stone, your father wanted me to tell you that everything you need is on the plane, and you’re booked to stay at the Dorgate.”
    “Presidential suite?” Aaron questions.
    “Yes, sir. You have use of the company card.” She hands him a slick, black American Express card. “Anything bought while you’re away is to go on the bill, and it’ll be sent to your father when you check out of each hotel.”
    “Thank you, Sarra. Is that everything?”
    “Yes, sir. Have a good trip.” She flashes me a quick smile and gets in the car we just left.
    I feel Aaron’s eyes on me and turn my face toward him. “What?”
    “I think you scared her.” His lips twitch.
    My own lips curl in response and my eyebrows rise. “Hey, she was trying to hit on you. It’s my job to scare people off. That’s why you hired me in the first place, remember?”
    I climb the stairs to the plane, but before I can get inside, Aaron wraps an arm around my stomach and brings his mouth close to my ear.
    “Correct. I hired you in the first place