Their Million-Dollar Night

“Trust me, this is one you don’t want to miss.”

“Is this a normal thing for you?” she asked as they boarded the jet.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Williams and Ms. O’Malley,” Lourdes said.

“Roxy, this is Lourdes, our pilot. She’s been working for me for five years now.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Lourdes said. “Buzz me when you’re ready to go, Mr. Williams.”

He nodded. Lourdes went into the cockpit and left them alone. Max crossed to the bar and poured a glass of California sparkling wine and orange juice for each of them. Roxy stayed just inside the jet, her gaze sweeping over the plush carpet and leather seats. She took a step inside and then stopped completely.

“This is not going to work,” she said.

He knew she meant the two of them, but Max had already felt that irresistible pull toward her and knew that for him to walk away was impossible. Even if the only thing between them was this heat, then he’d be happy to explore it. But he sensed there was something more. The restlessness that had become a part of him was gone—at least temporarily.

“Give me this morning and then we can discuss our differences on the way back. I think you’ll find we have a lot in common.” He set the champagne flutes down and pulled her into his arms. She inhaled and held her body stiff. He rubbed his hands down her back, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.

“That’s kind of presumptuous.”

“Sometimes my instincts get the better of my manners. Please come to breakfast with me.”

She nodded.

“Have a seat and I’ll let Lourdes know we’re ready to go.”

He spoke to the pilot via an intercom and returned to Roxy’s side. He handed her a glass of the sparkling wine and O.J., and relaxed deeper into the leather seat as they took off.

“Most people go to the Grand Canyon for quick flights.”

“Have you been there?” he asked. He wanted to analyze her as he would a company he was thinking of taking over. He needed to figure out what her strengths and weaknesses were. Then he’d figure out how to make her his completely. That one brief kiss wasn’t enough.

If he played it right, she could also give him the edge he needed in his merger with Harron. Roxy would dazzle the businessman and Max could finally close the deal. He knew she’d dazzle Harron, because she’d dazzled him without even trying.

“Yes. I met a gambler one time who came to the show and saw me dance and then won five hundred thousand dollars. He took me on a helicopter flight to the Grand Canyon.”

Max was doubly glad he’d chosen the beach. He didn’t want to be lumped together with some gambler. “And you said you weren’t lucky,” Max said, not liking the jealousy he felt at her story.

She gave him a wry smile and took a sip of her sparkling wine. “I’m not, really. When we returned he asked me to accompany him to the craps table and he promptly lost the rest of his money. He definitely didn’t think I was lucky anymore.”

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