Heaven in Hedonism (The Sinful Series Book 3) by Emma Nichols Page A

two of the sour cream coffee cakes.” I jabbed him in the shoulder. “More?” he asked.
    “Why coffee cakes?” I asked.
    “Breakfast. It could be horrible on the plane,” he explained.
    “Oh, good thinking. Make it four.”
    By the time we were done, we had a grocery-sized bag of goodies to walk around with. “People are staring,” I complained.
    “They are just jealous, love.” At the moment, I was busy sharing one of the Chocolate Fudge cupcakes with him. “In my mouth,” he moaned. “More. Faster.”
    “You’re bossy,” I noted.
    “Well, I am a boss.” He reminded me. “Hell, I’m even your boss.”
    “Now I just feel dirty.” Without another word, I popped the rest of the cupcake into my mouth. “Sorry, dude. I need this more than you.”
    He laughed. “Okay, which one shall we eat next? Red Velvet?”
    “You’re on your own with that. I never eat them. It’s like biting into bleeding chocolate. I just can’t do it.” I stuck my tongue out and made a gagging noise for emphasis.
    “You’re serious.” He looked at me wide eyed. “I didn’t think you were afraid of anything.”
    “Pshaw! Fear has nothing to do with it. I’m grossed out. And I always feel so betrayed. Chocolate should be brown.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
    “So white chocolate?”
    Making the sign of the cross with my fingers in front of his face, I shouted, “Blasphemer!” Then more calmly, I continued educating him. “There is no such thing as white chocolate. Remember…chocolate should be brown.”
    Mac was laughing. “Jolie,” he began, “I’m really going to enjoy our week together. You are so much more than you seem in that stuffy office.”
    There was a chance I would have come up with some kind of clever response, but they started announcing our flight was boarding. These compliments pained me. I was so unaccustomed to male attention. Ever since the night of the rape, I had avoided males altogether. Now, here was Mac. He was warm and generous. More than that, for some reason, he seemed to like me—really, really like me. The more time we spent together, the more I wanted him to. I wanted to see where this was going to go.
    We headed to our gate and as we reached the counter, Mac spoke to the woman. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance that we can pay for an upgrade to first class?”
    After studying her screen for a moment, she smiled and nodded. “Yes, we have two seats together. You’ll be much more comfortable there with an overnight flight.”
    Whipping out his black American Express card, he smiled. “Exactly.”
    Within minutes our new tickets were printed and we were walking the long tunnel to the plane. The excitement had me shivering and Mac picked up on it immediately. He repositioned our bags and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “We’ll get you a blanket just as soon as we get settled, okay?”
    When I looked up at his face, the warmth from his eyes nearly melted me. This man was such a terrible idea. He was going to hurt me. I could feel it. He was the kind of man I could trust and give myself completely to. Spending a week together was such a horrible idea.
    “I’m fine,” I managed. “Must have been an air vent.”
    Glancing around behind us, he smiled. “Yeah. Must be. Nasty vents.” He winked.
    “Let’s just find our seats and settle in. I have my heart set on another cupcake before I rest.” The thought of more sugar and sweets had me about bouncing the rest of the way to the plane.
    Once inside, a cute, petite stewardess greeted us. Part of me wanted to hate her, but then I realized that Mac had merely nodded at her. It was me he was focused on. “Window or aisle,” he asked as he stood beside our seats.
    Usually, I took the aisle. I hated climbing over people. Sin always wanted the window. Then it occurred to me that he might want the aisle and I really wanted him to be happy. Somehow, I had gone from a decisive independent woman to an insecure needy girl