“Do you need anything before we take off?” he asked her. “You mean like a preflight cocktail?” She looked up after buckling her belt. “It’s only two o’clock. Do you always drink this early in the day?” She grinned. “No, I was just teasing. I’m fine. Thanks.” She wriggled in her seat as if to find the most comfortable spot then looked out the window. He studied her profile while pretending to watch the busyness of the Boston airport over her shoulder. Their dinner the previous night had been unexpectedly entertaining. Not only had she cleaned up nicely in a sexy dress, she’d turned out be a gutsy negotiator, even though he’d easily been able to read her face and body language, a skill he’d honed through his years as a Dom. He’d gotten a kick out of her bargaining strategy and had willingly given in to her demand for more money. He would have paid her twice what she’d asked if he’d needed to. Hell, he’d spent at least that much on jewelry for his last girlfriend’s Christmas present.
