Page 15 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I must have misheard her. “Come up where, exactly?”
“Here.” She gestures at the co-pilot seat beside mine.
“Nope,” I say immediately.
“But you didn’t even listen to—“
“Liv! No. This is the Embraer. You know it is a complicated plane, and it’s not a good idea to have a passenger in the cockpit.”
“She won’t touch anything, I promise.”
“C’mon Liv…”
“Please, Jackson. Show her around the cockpit. Maybe that’ll calm her down.”
I shake my head. “This plane is complicated. It’s not like showing her around a Cessna. And besides, I’m busy monitoring all the systems.”
“Come on, Jackson,” she says, giving me a playful nudge. “It’ll be good for you two to clear the air. And she’s the only passenger on this flight, anyway. What else are you going to do?”
Olivia is persistent, and she eventually talks me into it. I reluctantly agree, and she leaves to fetch Amber.
A few minutes later, Olivia returns with Amber in tow, and I inevitably notice how stunning she looks in her outfit. She’s wearing a flowing sundress and sandals, and her hair is pulled back into a messy bun.
“Hi, Jackson,” she says nervously as she enters the cockpit. “Thanks for inviting me up here.”
“You’re welcome,” I mutter under my breath.
I can feel my heart rate increase as she takes a seat next to me, nervously looking at all the dials and controls. I try to ignore the way her presence is affecting me and focus on the flight.
“Um, so what’s all this stuff do?” Amber asks, pointing to the various instruments.
Great! That only took five seconds.
“Don’t touch anything,” I warn.
She shakes her head, and I can’t help the smile threatening my lips. Why does she have to be so fucking adorable?
“I won’t. I promise. Cross my heart…” She stares at me like she is expecting a reply.
“What?”
I said,“ Cross my heart…”
“Okay.” I continue going through my checklist.
“Ahem, Jackson, you have to finish the statement.”
I turn to face her a little confused, “What statement?”
“Cross my heart…” Her eyes dance impatiently as if she is anticipating a miracle that could only be brought about by her asking the third time.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“You are supposed to say,‘Hope to die.’”
