Page 106 of My Sweet Poison
“Seriously? Trust you? You helped Jameson fake his death and had no problem letting my best friend go to prison for life, and I should trust you?”
He clamped his hand over my mouth and looked around.
So the staff weren’tthatwell paid after all.
“Yes, you need to trust me. Marrying me is the only way I can keep you safe.”
I pulled his hand away. “Fine, I’ll be good. I’ll sit in the fancy-ass chair in this obscenely decadent plane, and I’ll read a book.”
“Sure I can’t tempt you into the back bedroom?” He nipped at my ear again.
“I’m tired,” I lied. My body was hot and wet, ready for him, but if I let him take me back there, if I let him take me again and again, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist his insistence on marriage.
He scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, carrying me the few steps to the leather couch. The cool surface met my back as he sat and eased me down across it, arranging me so my head rested in the warm cradle of his lap.
For a moment his hands lingered before he reached into a hidden compartment and drew out a soft, furred blanket. He draped it over me with surprising care, tucking it around my shoulders.
“Try to take a quick nap,” he murmured. “We’ll be landing soon.”
“I’m still not going to marry you,” I said, closing my eyes.
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “We’ll see about that, my sweet little bird.”
The next thing I knew, Greyson was shaking me awake.
I sat up slowly, my body heavy with sleep. Blinking, I tried to remember where I was. Then it all came back at once.
I pressed my lips together.
I needed to keep my mouth shut.
I needed to wait.
“Sir, we apologize again for the lengthy rerouting delay, but we’ll be landing in New York soon. Is there anything else I can get you?”
The flight attendant smiled a little too brightly, leaning forward just enough to show off her ample breasts.
I hated her. I shouldn’t have been jealous. It wasn’t like I had any intention of keeping Greyson. But she didn’t know that.
“No, we’re good.” Greyson dismissed her without even glancing her way.
“New York? We’re in New York already?” I asked.
“Yes. Unfortunately, it’s going to be a rather quick trip,” he said, glancing down at his phone. “There are things I have to handle back home. A few loose ends that need tying up. But we can always come back for our honeymoon if you like. I have a penthouse overlooking Central Park.”
“Oh, maybe,” I said, not wanting to fight.
New York was good. New York was crowded. Very crowded. All I had to do was wait. And then I’d run. Greyson might be rich, but he couldn’t pay off every cop in New York.
“Good nap?” Greyson asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I smoothed my hopelessly wrinkled blouse. “Yep.”
He watched my every move, clearly not trusting my sudden compliance.
He shouldn’t.
Finally the plane landed. We unbuckled and I stood and stretched. Greyson didn’t move.
