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She laughs. “Come on, Jackson. You’re a great storyteller. You could help me write about our travels, and I could take photos and videos. It’s a perfect match.”
“What makes you think I am a great storyteller?”
She smiles brightly at me. “You have been through a lot. People like that always have something to say. Something they can add to the narrative. Something they took with them.”
I take a sip of my beer, contemplating her idea. It’s not something I ever thought I would consider, but the idea of sharing my experiences with the world is tempting.
“Okay, I will think about it,” I say, finally making up my mind.
Amber grins. “Yes! This is going to be amazing.”
I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “That was not a yes, Amber.”
“It was not a no, either.”
She sips the last of her daiquiri before turning to me.
“Are you going to have another one?” Her eyes glitter in the bar lighting.
I take a gulp as I try to control my thunderous heartbeat. “No. I think I am ready to call it a night.”
“Same.”
I pay the bill and then follow her out of the bar, hyper-aware that we are going to the suite we share. The suite only has two occupants instead of three. When we walk in, she looks at me, the air charged between us.
“Jackson, I had a great evening.”
“Me too.”
I am tempted to lean down, push her blonde hair from her face, maybe find out how her lips taste but I don’t do any of that. I have way too many secrets to be making a move like that, so instead, I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Goodnight, Amber.”
She bites on her lower lip before responding.
“Goodnight, Jackson.”
And then, before any of us make decisions we would regret, I turn around and walk to my room, leaving her standing in the middle of our living room.
Chapter 9
Love on a Private Jet
Amber
Hekissedme.Jacksonkissed me. Granted, it was on my cheek, but he still did it, and he did it unprompted, might I add.
I toss and turn again. So, I was not imagining the connection between us after all.
Since he walked away from me, I have pinched myself approximately six times.
I cannot believe he actually did that. It was short and brief, but just the thought of his lips on my skin has me blushing and kicking my feet like a little kid.
I was not imagining it at all.
I can’t sleep. I have been rolling from left to right for the past hours, thinking about Jackson. He seems to be just as attracted to me as I am to him. But we could never be more than a vacation fling. My dad would never approve of me dating his pilot. Well, I’m actually not sure If he works for my dad, but it definitely seems like that. Also, Jackson is at least ten years older than me. He must be in a completely different stage of life than I am.
I pick up my phone from the nightstand and look at the time. It is 3 a.m. I opened up my gallery, looking at the photos we took last night.
