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planet and one Christine knew for
certain thought of her as a little girl, could not have an erection because of
her.
    Even
if it was the most exciting possibility Christine could imagine.
    No,
Jake had to be turned on by Fiona, or maybe that erection was just a morning
thing for him. He couldn’t possibly be excited by her .
    Could
he?
    She
eyed him as he stirred his coffee at the coffee bar, halfway feeling that he
was a different man this morning. A wilder man and one who was less
predictable. The fact that he hadn’t shaved made him look like the troublemaker
she knew he wasn’t. Unless he was just looking for a chance to let loose? She
never would have imagined he could be any hotter, but Jake had proven her wrong.
    When
he’d locked his hands around her shoulders and pulled her back against him,
Christine just wanted to rub herself against him. Or spin around and pull his
head down for another scorching kiss. She’d even be happy to lock her legs
around his waist and ride him until neither one of them could stand it anymore.
    She
reminded herself that Jake was just playing a game to keep Ryan’s friends away
from her—the difference was that he was a lot better at it than she was.
    The
flight would be the real test. Four hours together in the executive cabin, with
the rest of the guests in the back of the plane—and Christine sharing her
fantasy. She had to do it now. She had to tell him the whole thing.
    And
hope that he took challenge of making it come true.
     
    * * *
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Jake
and Christine boarded early because of their business class tickets, so
everyone in the wedding party had a joking comment to make as they passed
through the executive cabin later. Christine pretended to be reading the inflight
magazine and Jake was doing a last check on his phone. They could have been
complete strangers, which didn’t bolster Christine’s confidence in her plan.
    She’d
keep to the deal, though, no matter what the consequences.
    The
stewardess had served complimentary champagne with orange juice and it tasted
wonderful. The bubbles made Christine feel light and relaxed. She had two in
rapid succession and they dismissed her trepidation.
    She
could do it.
    The
plane was over the ocean, breakfast served and gone, their seats reclined
together when Jake gave her a sizzling look. “Good start to the vacation?”
    “Wonderful
flight. Thank you again.”
    He
grinned and her heart thumped. “So, then, it’s payback time.”
    “You
really do look like a rebel today,” Christine teased, taking refuge in their
usual tone of conversation. “I’m not sure I should trust you.”
    “You’ve
got no choice. You owe me, by your own admission.” He tapped a fingertip on her
arm, making her pulse skip. “You promised.”
    Christine
sighed with forbearance. “I did.”
    “So,
tell me your secret,” he invited, his voice dropping low as he leaned closer.
His shoulder bumped into hers and his gaze was so hot that Christine didn’t
think she could breathe. If he kissed her now, she’d be a goner—or a
member of the mile high club. “If you could have one secret fantasy come true
this week, what would it be? No repercussions, no conditions, no embarrassing
situations later. Just one fantasy, free and clear, delivered in the next seven
days.”
    Christine
bit her lip and looked out the window. Anything to avoid his piercing gaze. The
thing was the answer was easy. She knew exactly what she wanted and there was
something about Jake’s intense expression—never mind the way he had
kissed her—that gave her hope that it could happen.
    She
couldn’t say straight out that he was her fantasy. But Jake was a smart guy. He should be able to work out the
implications of a good strong hint.
    She’d
make him work for it, though.
    “I
shouldn’t tell you this,” she said, toying with her empty glass. “You can’t tell
anybody.”
    “It
must be a really good fantasy,” he murmured. Jake lifted the glass