two-minute drive instead. Ushered into the backseat of a pretty black Audi, Hank
took the driver’s seat while Blondie sat in the front passenger. I rolled my eyes
when the child locks engaged the moment the car started. Like I was going to jump
out of a moving vehicle and flee.
Idiots.
When we reached the runway, my eyes fell directly onto the small private jet
with the name Air Guard on the side with the triangular symbol I saw on the
letterhead in Darren’s office. Hank pulled the car over and opened my door for me.
I ignored his hand when he tried to help me out, gathering my skirt in my hand
instead. The stairs to the jet were already open, and I found myself getting nervous
as Hank shut my door. I’d actually never flown before. All my family vacations as a
child, which weren’t many, had been by car, and I’d been too damn busy with
school and work to vacay anywhere requiring a plane ticket. I didn’t even have a
damn passport.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw Darren step out of the plane and onto
the tarmac where he waited for me. I found myself unwilling to move from the car.
“Miss Jaden,” Hank suddenly said still standing by the door. I looked over at
him, unable to hide the scowl on my face. “It has been a pleasure watching over
you,” he said with a warm smile.
“Fuck you, Hank,” I scoffed and headed toward the plane.
Darren’s eyes watched my every move as I made my way toward him. I felt my
body vibrate with rage, as he looked me up and down in obvious approval of my
appearance. When I reached him, my eyes immediately darted from him to the
plane, unable to stand that possessive look in his gaze.
“Ready to go home?” he asked, barely able to hide the smugness in his voice.
Of course, I had to say yes and force myself to admit that his estate was my
home. It’s what he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Darren,” I replied sadly, my eyes still locked on the plane.
I suddenly felt him grab me and pull me to him, my hands coming up to stop at
his chest to maintain some distance while my mouth released an anxious gasp.
“Look at me when you speak to me,” he said, his voice sharp and demanding.
My eyes instantly snapped up to his, the warning in his tone enough to curb my
stubbornness but not enough to hide my glare.
“Yes, Darren, I’m ready to go home,” I clipped angrily.
On a smirk, Darren dipped down and wasted no time claiming my mouth in an
intense kiss. I gripped his arms as I held myself up against him, maintaining my
dignity as I gave him what he wanted.
When he was done, I felt myself failing to find my breath. He was still a hell of a
kisser.
“Go,” he said, turning me toward the plane, and my nerves immediately reached
a new level as I took the first step up the stairs.
Ducking his head into the cabin, Darren ushered me in, and I found myself
surrounded by a cream-colored cabin of leather seats, carpeted floors, and
mahogany cabinets. Darren guided me to a single seat by the window, and I sat
down while my eyes traveled everywhere, noticing everything I could. My first time
on a plane, and it would have to be a damn private jet of obvious luxury and
comfort. Darren took a seat across from me, crossing an ankle at his knee. He
pulled out his phone to make a call.
“We’re on our way,” he said to whoever. He was silent for a moment as he
listened to the person on the other line. “We’ll discuss it when I get in,” he said
and then hung up.
An unfamiliar popping sound came from across the way, and I shot my gaze over
to notice the stairs had been pulled in by some guy who wore what looked like a
pilot’s uniform. I could feel Darren’s eyes on me as I watched the guy latch the door
when it dawned on me I probably shouldn’t be staring at him, mostly because he
had a penis and all.
My eyes traveled back to Darren’s, and I found him absolutely glaring at me.
Anxiety flooded my veins while I felt myself shrinking back into my seat, my gaze
shifting apologetically to the floor. He seemed to relax after that.
A few short seconds later,
