Break The Bed(11)

He closed his hand around hers and felt that same electric current flash between them. It took his breath away. She made his cock twitch in his leather pants.

They were going to be together a lot. He would wear her down eventually. He would trick her into his bed if he had to. He'd make her want him as much as he wanted her.

Or he'd bloody well die trying.

He had a feeling he was loosing something- whether it was his head or his heart, he wasn't yet sure. She was a remarkable bird. He knew she wouldn’t be a pushover. She’d make him earn every inch he got.

One thing he was sure of though. Nick Falcon never backed down from a challenge.





Chapter 20





Sabrina





Goodness!

Sabrina couldn't help it, she gasped audibly when she saw the plane. They'd driven directly out onto the tarmac. The limo parked and Marley opened the door while she stared at the gleaming white jet.

She'd thought for some reason that they were flying commercial. First class obviously, but commercial. She’d been very, very wrong.

But no. Nick Falcon had his own private jet. It wasn't a small one either. It was huge.

There were dark gray and a deep plum colored stripes near the tail of the jet. She glanced sideways. Nick was wearing leather pants, as usual. But he also wore a plum bandana around his neck. His jacket was dark gray, similar to the color of the suit he’d worn for his television appearance.

He seemed to like the color a lot.

She was noticing all kinds of things about him over the past few weeks. He was arrogant, but he could be kind. He was frequently drunk, but he made sure to be sober when it counted. And he noticed things around him.

Especially her.

He always seemed to notice everything about her.

She’d imagined him a reckless creative type, bumbling and drunk and full of himself. But he was much more than that. He was bright and mischievous and fun.

Sabrina was not used to being wrong about the artists she dealt with. She could see how they wanted to be handled and worked with them to get the best results.

But in this case, she’d been so far off the mark it startled her.

It was disconcerting to say the least.

They were escorted out of the limo by a personal TSA agent. He checked their passports and itineraries. She noticed that Marley took care of all of that for Nick. Nick just stood there, smoking a cigar and staring at the sky. She wondered briefly if the musician knew how to do anything for himself.

She smirked at the sudden image of Marley tying Nick's shoelaces for him. The musician did seem sort of adorably helpless at times. But the rest of the time, he was utterly and implacably in charge.

Powerful.

It was a compelling combination of personality traits. Part of her wanted to look after him, like Marley did. The other part wanted to put a crack in his ego, get him in line.

Another part of her wanted to kiss him.

A big part of her wanted that she suddenly realized. She wanted it badly. Surprisingly so.

Even more than all of that, she wanted to run away. To put as much distance between them as possible. Run back to the limo as fast as her stilettos could take her. That's what she usually did in situations like this.

Not that she had ever been in any situation remotely like this one.

But running was not an option. Not if she valued her reputation. He'd made sure of that.

The TSA agent gave them the all clear and Nick shook his hand, giving him a friendly smile. The man positively oozed charm. It wasn’t a game. Nick clearly knew he’d drawn a good hand in life and treated others graciously because of it.

No wonder people loved him.

They climbed the stairs to the jet. She wondered briefly if he was doing all this to get close to her. Or if it was merely to punish her for daring to gainsay him. Or if he really did need her, as much as he needed Marley.

She shook her head. That was an absurd thought. Nick was a grown man, he didn’t need looking after.

Probably it was just a silly game he played to entertain himself. She suspected he liked to play games.

She, however, did not like games. She’d never played much as a child. She’d have to get good at them and fast. Maybe she should read up on poker… she had a feeling she’d need her game face to get through the rest of the tour.

She boarded and mentally started to prepare herself. Nick smiled at her warmly and she gave him a small nod.

Game on.





Chapter 21





Nick





God, he loved surprising her.

The look on her face was priceless. Lovely and sweet and absolutely awestruck. It was probably more satisfying than sex. Well, perhaps not sex with her.

Nick watched as Sabrina stared gape mouthed around the plane.

The Falconmobile, as it had been dubbed.

He wanted to impress her, he realized. Maybe this would do the trick. It certainly couldn't hurt his chances that he had a private jet now, could it?

But he might be disappointed if that was all it took to bag her.

She snapped her mouth shut and gave him a sideways glance. There was something mildly disapproving about the look in those gorgeous eyes of hers. He groaned, realizng she wasn’t impressed at all. She was horrified by the excess and ego of it all.

Oh well, the giant initials he'd had painted on as the plane's logo were a bit much.

There was a ten foot high 'N' and an 'F' with a circle around them painted on each side of the bloody plane. Turns out it had been over the top after all, just like Marley said.

Maybe it was a bit much…

"Shall we, my- Sabrina?"

She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled politely. He could tell she was more impressed that he'd used her proper name than by his bloody private jet. But damn if she didn't make him feel like every small victory was winning a prize.

Not any prize. It was like sweeping the Grammys. Or winning the Goddamn World Cup with one, perfect goal.

He felt like a champion from the tiny nod of approval she gave him. Dead right, he did.

Marley and the limo driver loaded their bags onto the plane as the flight crew waited on the steps. When it was your plane, every bloody thing was carryon.

He gulped, taking a look at the crew.

The very pretty flight crew.

Damn, he'd forgotten about them. His, uh, ‘mile high club’ had a few regulars in it. They didn't have to sleep with him to get a job on his jet, of course. But so far they always seemed to want to.

Who was he to fight them off?

But if Sabrina caught on she wouldn't approve. And he wasn’t interested in partaking anymore, he realized with a confused start. Meaningless sex held no interest for him anymore. No woman did, except her.

But she couldn’t know. She mustn’t know the power she had over him. Or his dirty secret.

He knew without a doubt she wouldn't approve of him banging his stewardesses.

She wouldn’t like him. And he knew she did. Perhaps just a little, but it was there.

The girls smiled widely as they climbed the stairs. He shook his head subtly and they all dimmed their thousand watt smiles imperceptibly. Smooth as silk.

Thankfully, Sabrina was too preoccupied to notice any of the subtle interplay. He noticed that her hand was gripping the railing for dear life. She'd nearly stopped not far from the door to the plane.

"Sabrina? Is everything alright?"

He put his hand on her shoulder and she jerked. Christ, the woman was wound up tight! The thought was followed immediately by a dirty one.

He'd like to be the one to unwind her…

"Yes! I'm just- I don't like to fly."

Oh dear. They were embarking on a bloody world tour and she didn't like to fly? That was going to be problematic.

Then again, it could work in his favor.

He gave her a gentle nudge in the lower back and she stepped all the way on board. Once again, her mouth was open. He smiled, knowing this time it was in his favor.

White leather sofas lined the cabin. There was also a bedroom in the back but he didn't have to show her that.

Not yet.

The plane was super deluxe. He'd had a designer redo the whole thing just last year. Now it was minimalist, but still punk rock. He even had instruments on board. A baby grand piano, guitars. And a bar of course.

That gave him an idea.

"Get settled love… I mean, Miss Newton. I just need to have a word with the pilot."

He pulled Marley into the cabin with him.

"Marley, make yourself scarce."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a big plane! Just don't sit too close to us."

He turned to the captain.

"Now, as for you… any way to make the ride a little bumpy- say after about two hours?"

"I can do that. Any particular reason why?"

"I've got a nervous flier on board. I just want to make sure she ends up in my lap. Or vice versa."

Marley rolled his eyes and left as the Captain had a good laugh.

"You got it, Nick."

Nick smiled as he left the cockpit, watching Sabrina nervously take a seat. He knew he had an ace up his sleeve right now.

He literally could not lose.

He had her in checkmate.





Chapter 22





Sabrina





Dear Lord, please do not allow me to fall from the sky. Not today. Thank you.





Sabrina stared out the window into the bright blue sky outside the plane, taking a break from relentlessly working on her laptop. Work was calming her slightly, thank Goodness. But she was still pretty terrified.

She just did her best to hide it.

It was brilliant outside, with hardly a cloud in the sky. She still had some things to line up for the tour. Plus she really wanted to keep on top of her other clients, even if she wasn't there to handle them personally.

She took a deep breath. She'd been dreading this flight since the moment it had been proposed. It turned out that she was perfectly fine. Hardly nervous at all anymore.