Propositioned By The Billionaire - Plot & Excerpts
The flight to the capital had been smooth enough and Alex’s skill as a pilot during the short hop to their final destination had been impressive. But having to spend close on to four hours in a confined space with him had been a nightmare. Once on board his jet, she’d hauled out her laptop with the intention of reading up on her notes, but to her intense irritation her usually excellent powers of concentration had gone on strike. Instead, her body had decided to tune itself to Alex’s frequency. Every move he made, every frown, every smile, that flitted across his face registered on her conscience. But if she’d thought that had been torturous it was nothing compared to the torment she’d suffered once they’d transferred to the tin pot of a plane that was to carry them to the party venue. There’d barely been room to breathe. Alex’s shoulder had constantly brushed against hers. His denim-clad thigh had sat inches from her hand and her fingers had itched to reach out and find out if it was as firm and muscled as it looked.
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