Billionaire's Contract Engagement(9)

The older man smiled at her and welcomed her on board.

As she and Evan took their seats, the steward introduced himself as William and asked her if she wanted a drink.

She glanced at Evan then back at William. "Do you have wine?"

William smiled. "But of course. Mr. Reese keeps the airplane stocked with all the necessities."

She'd agree that wine was very necessary.

A few moments later, William returned with two glasses of wine.

"The pilot wished me to tell you he is ready for takeoff at your convenience."

Evan took the glasses and offered one to Celia.

"Tell him I'm ready."

"Very good, sir. I'll close the doors and we'll take off shortly."

"Comfortable?" Evan asked Celia.

She settled back into her seat and sipped at her wine. "Mmm, very. Nice jet."

She should have sat across the aisle from him, but that would be rude  since he'd chosen the seat next to her. His nearness was killing her,  though. His scent drifted enticingly across her nostrils and she could  feel his heat. When he moved, his arm brushed against hers, and short of  shifting in her seat-which would be terribly obvious-there was no  escaping him. Furthermore, she didn't really want to.

It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest they use the time on the  flight to go over her ideas, but she couldn't bring herself to have  business intrude.         

     



 

She mentally shook herself. Intrude on what? This wasn't some romantic getaway. It was business. Only business and nothing else.

It was unfair that she should be attracted to someone who was a solid no  in her rule book. She'd never broken that unspoken rule. She had never  been tempted to get involved with someone she worked with, or worse-a  client. It didn't matter, though, because she'd carry the stigma of  someone who advanced her career by bestowing sexual favors.

The memory sent rage curdling through her veins. She had to work at  keeping her fingers relaxed. She'd worked damn hard to go beyond her  family's expectations. And to have it all taken away by someone in a  position of power over her made her head explode.

The advertising community was small, and gossip was rampant. She was  under no illusion that fleeing New York made it possible for her to  leave what happened behind. It hadn't been private. It had been very,  very public.

She knew speculation ran wide. She knew people talked. Knew her  coworkers probably whispered behind her back and pondered the  possibility that she'd slept with Brock or Flynn Maddox to secure her  position in the agency and to be granted the opportunity to land Evan  Reese's account. They probably thought she'd do whatever it took to  persuade Evan.

The only person she'd bothered to defend herself to was Brock, and she  figured she owed him that much if he was going to hire her. Only he knew  the truth about what really happened at her former agency. And when  he'd assured her that she'd suffer no such situation here, she'd  believed him. It might make her unbelievably naive after her last run-in  with her boss, but Brock struck her as a deeply honorable man, and more  importantly, someone who kept his word.

"Is everything all right?"

Evan's softly spoken question jarred her from her thoughts. His hand had  gone to hers, and he carefully uncurled her fingers that were wound so  tightly that the tips were white.

"Do you have a fear of flying?"

She shook her head. "Sorry. I was thinking about something else."

He studied her intently, his gaze stroking her cheeks and then her mouth.

"Seems a shame to waste time on such unpleasant thoughts."

The urge to deny that her thoughts had been unpleasant lasted all of  about two seconds. She wrinkled her nose and grinned ruefully.

"Busted."

He chuckled. "I like an honest woman."

It was then she realized that they were already in the air. Wow, she  really must have been intensely lost in thought to have missed the  takeoff.

"Relax. There'll be plenty of time to discuss business during our stay. Let's begin the trip by enjoying the short flight."

Either she was exceedingly transparent or he'd just anticipated her  jumping into things right away. Either way, she was perfectly willing to  delay their discussion until she felt a little more on equal footing.  Sitting here in such close proximity on his jet, drinking his wine  …  it  was more than a little overwhelming.

His hand remained on hers, his thumb sliding idly over her knuckles in a soothing pattern. She liked it. She liked it too much.

Survive, Celia. Survive this weekend. Be a professional. After this  weekend you'll only have to see him in a business environment.

She swallowed and let calm descend. There was no way she'd screw this  opportunity up just because she couldn't get all her girly hormones in  check.

The flight went quickly, and oddly, after the first awkward moments,  Celia sat back and enjoyed the casual conversation with Evan. William  had kept a steady presence to refill their wineglasses and offer a  variety of finger foods. By the time they landed at the Airport in the  Sky, Celia was limber and completely relaxed. Probably due to the wine.

They were met by a hotel representative and were quickly whisked into a  waiting shuttle. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the gorgeous  beachfront resort. It was so beautiful, it took her breath away.

The sunset over the water gave the place a decidedly romantic feel, but  then they were here for a wedding, so Celia supposed it was only  appropriate that romance positively danced on the air.

Evan escorted Celia through the glass doors into the lobby. A bellhop  followed behind with a rolling cart that held their luggage.

"Wait right here," Evan murmured. "Take a seat if you like. I'll get our room keys so we can go up."

Before he could go, a feminine voice rent the air.

"Evan! Oh, Evan, you're here!"

Evan stiffened against Celia. He went positively rigid, and Celia could  swear she heard him curse under his breath. Celia turned in the  direction of the call and saw a regally dressed older woman hurrying  across the lobby, her heels tapping delicately on the polished floor.         

     



 

Behind her, a grim faced older gentleman flanked by a younger woman and a  man who looked slightly younger than Evan, walked slower but with no  less purpose in Evan's direction.

To her surprise, Evan took her left hand in his and held it close to his  side. He fumbled with her fingers even as he looked up with a welcoming  smile. It looked completely forced to Celia, but the woman didn't seem  put off.

The woman threw her arms around Evan, and still, he didn't let go of  Celia's hand. He returned her embrace with his free arm and said,  "Hello, Mom. I told you I was coming."

"I know, but after Bettina told me she'd been to see you and when she told me that  … "

She broke off and looked curiously at Celia, whose hand was still securely held in Evan's.

Then his mom looked back at Bettina, confusion clear in her eyes.

"But my dear, you told me that Evan wasn't seeing anyone, that he just told me that to ease my concern."

"Did she?" Evan asked in an even tone. He pinned Bettina with a stare that would have had Celia fidgeting.

His mom nudged him impatiently. "Well, introduce us, Evan."

"Yes, do introduce us," Bettina said in a chilly voice.

About the time she felt Evan's grip on her hand tighten and the cool  metal slide over her finger, Celia regretted having agreed to come. She  tried to look down, wondering what Evan had done to her finger, but he  kept his hand over hers. Awkward didn't begin to cover it. She felt as  if she'd just entered a minefield.

"Mom. Dad. Bettina. Mitchell." His lips curled when he said the last and  Celia zeroed in on the man in question. He had to be Evan's brother.  The similarity was striking. "I'd like you to meet-" His entire body  tensed and he gripped her hand almost painfully. It was like he was  sending her a silent message. "I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Celia  Taylor."





Six


Celia froze. There was a horrible buzz in her ears, and she stared in  horror at Evan. She hadn't heard him right. What kind of idiotic thing  had he just done?

She wasn't sure who was more stunned. Her or his family. Bettina looked  as if she just swallowed a lemon. Mitchell looked annoyed, while Evan's  father simply frowned. His mom was the only person who actually seemed  happy about the bomb.

"Oh, Evan, that's wonderful!"

Celia found herself in the older woman's arms and was hugged so tight that she was in danger of passing out.

"I'm so glad to meet you, my dear."

She held Celia out at arm's length and beamed at her. Then she proceeded  to kiss her on both cheeks and if that wasn't enough, she yanked her  into another long hug.

This was insane. Evan was insane. His entire family was nuts. She opened  her mouth to blast Evan with both barrels and ask him what the hell  kind of stunt he was trying to pull when Evan's father put his hand on  Evan's shoulder to steer him away from the women.