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was bouncing the alcohol around, sending the strong aroma into the air. He wasn’t tempted to take a drink. He didn’t drink, it was just that his flight attendant had heard about the disaster and assumed he might be in need.
    He looked across the wide aisle at Clara, who was, sitting on a leather love seat in the living-room-style plane cabin, staring fixedly at her touch-screen phone.
    “Good book?” he asked.
    Her head snapped up. “How did you know I was reading?”
    “Because you always read.”
    “Books make better company than surly bosses.”
    “Do they make better company than bitchy employees? If so, perhaps I should read more.”
    She looked at him, her expression bland. “I wouldn’t know.”
    “No. You wouldn’t. Look, I gave you what you asked for.”
    “After a big ugly fight.”
    “Because I don’t want to lose you.”
    A strange expression flashed in her brown eyes. “Right.”
    “You’ve been here since the very early days of Roasted, and you’ve been key to the success of the company, of course I don’t want to lose you.”
    She looked back down at her phone. “Well, I can’t live my entire life to make you happy.”
    He frowned. “That’s not how it’s been, is it?”
    “No,” she said, her tone grudging. She put her phone down and stretched her legs out in front of her and her arms straight over her head, back arching, thrusting her breasts forward. His body hardened, his blood rushing through his veins hotter and faster.
    That was a direct result of the fact that he was supposed to break his long bout with celibacy tonight, on this very plane, and it wasn’t happening now. Still, his body hadn’t caught up with his mind yet. Damned inconvenient considering he was now fixating on his friend’s breasts. Breasts that he was not supposed to fixate on. Basically two of the only breasts on earth that were off-limits to him.
    More inconvenient, considering they were about to spend the week in Chiang Mai in a very secluded and gorgeous honeymoon villa. Even more when you considered that she was leaving the company soon after.
    Well, that wasn’t happening. He would make sure of that. He would offer her whatever he had to offer to get her to stay, and until then he would simply nod whenever she brought it up.
    He wasn’t sure how he would convince her, only that he would. He’d successfully stolen her away from her bakery job back when he’d only had a handful of coffee shops to his name. He had no doubt he could do an even better job of keeping her now that he had so many resources at his disposal. He could give her whatever she wanted, more freedom, more time off. And she was his friend. She wouldn’t leave him.
    She was just mad about the whole fake fiancée thing. But she would get over it. She always did. It wasn’t the first timehe’d made her mad. Likely it wouldn’t be the last. But that was just how it was. She wouldn’t really leave him.
    He was a master negotiator. And he didn’t lose. He was good at keeping control, of his life and of his business.
    “The property we’re staying on is supposed to be amazing. It borders a Chiang Mai, and there’s a spa right on site. It’s more of a resort than anything else, but you have to be invited to stay there by the owner. Very exclusive.” He got nothing but silence in response.
    “They have unicorns, I hear,” he continued, “with golden hooves. You’ll love it.”
    He heard her try to stifle a very reluctant snicker.
    He leaned in and looked at her face, at the faint shadows marring the pale skin beneath her eyes. “Are you tired?” he asked.
    She leaned back in the chair. “You have no idea.”
    “There’s a bedroom.” His blood jumped in his veins again, like the kick-start on a motorcycle. “You could lay down for a while if you want.”
    “How long have we got?”
    “Ten more hours.”
    “Oh, yeah, I need sleep.” She stood up and did another little stretch move that accentuated her