“I want you to trust me,” she said, slightly forlorn.
“I do. It’s me I didn’t trust. Forgive me?”
Travis watched as she pretended to contemplate his words for a minute, a period of time when he didn’t even breathe.
“Mmmm…I suppose. But it might take a little making up on your part.” She gave him a sultry smile.
“Name it,” he agreed eagerly, finally taking a breath. There was nothing he wasn’t prepared to give Ally.
She pulled a bound manuscript from its place beside her from her chair. “Read the next book and give me your honest opinion. I had time to finish it while I was on vacation.”
Travis hadn’t even noticed that she’d brought it into the office with her, probably because he’d been too busy noticing her cock torture device of a dress. He snatched it eagerly, excited that she’d finished the next book. “That’s not a make-up, sweetheart. That would be my pleasure.”
“Then can I have one more thing?” she asked hesitantly.
“Tell me.”
“Will you let me touch you like I did this morning more from now on?”
Travis nearly groaned aloud. Ally would kill him, but in a good way. He was giving her anything she wanted, and her only request was to be able to touch him more? He was a damn billionaire, capable of making her every dream come true, yet all she seemed to want was…him. “If you do it, you’d better be ready for a quickie,” he warned her dangerously.
“No problem,” she told him with a wicked smile. “You recover very quickly.”
Now that was the truth when it came to Ally. He had another erection within five minutes of fucking her. “I’ll try,” he grumbled.
Her face lit up so joyously that Travis decided he’d let her do any damn thing she wanted to do to him, as long as she looked at him exactly that way for the rest of his life. She might be the death of him, but he’d die a very happy man.
Their trip to Colorado the next day was uneventful, but for Ally, it was spectacular. She’d never been in Travis’s private jet, and the luxury of the aircraft was unbelievable to her. Of course Travis had wanted to spend most of their flight time showing her the bedroom, which she gladly enjoyed right along with him.
She leaned back in the leather seat of the BMW she’d rented for him, unable to find him the Ferrari he’d requested. “Sorry you have to slum it with the BMW,” she told him facetiously.
“I guess I’ll just have to be a regular guy,” he answered with a grin.
She snickered, knowing Travis Harrison would never be just a regular man. “Yeah, just a real average Joe,” she agreed, nodding her head. “With two security vehicles following us from the minute we left that luxury jet.”
“Tate’s guys,” Travis said, disgruntled, maneuvering through traffic once they left the city limits of Denver. “You’ll be pretty safe once we get to Rocky Springs.”
“Me? It’s not me they’re protecting, Travis.”
“Of course it is. That’s the only reason I told Tate to send more than one. I wanted to be alone on the flight, so I left your security at the airport back in Florida, and told Tate to send some of his guys to the airport here. I don’t worry much about my own security. I worry about yours.”
“I’ve never had security before.” She looked at him, puzzled.
“Sweetheart, your beautiful ass has been tailed ever since your ex showed up at your house. You just didn’t know it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my woman and whether I like it or not, I’m a high-profile man. I want to make sure you’re safe.” He shot her a look not to argue with him.
“I didn’t know,” she murmured, not sure how she felt about being watched all the time, but touched that he was thinking about her safety. “I’m sure it’s not necessary.”
“It is,” Travis replied harshly. “Don’t argue with me on this one, Ally. I want you safe.”
Deciding she could deal with security because it was just part of who Travis was, she replied, “Okay.” She watched the scenery out the window, marveling at the high peaks of the mountains, the top of which still had snow. “Oh my God. Are those bighorn sheep?” she asked excitedly, looking at the rocky terrain by the side of the freeway.
“Yep,” Travis replied. “You’ve never seen one?”
“Never,” Ally replied enthusiastically. “I’ve rarely gotten out of Florida.” She rummaged in her purse for her phone to take a picture.
“Don’t bother,” Travis advised. “You’re too far away. Don’t worry. You’ll see plenty of wildlife here.”