appointed interior of the plane.
“Oh…Miss Campbell you should know that I am very thorough” sitting beside her in one of the large comfortable cream leather chairs, Fiona flicking a look at the handsome man beside her as he had talked with the pilot.
He really was the most handsome man she had ever met, shivering softly at the memory of the way he had touched her, made love to her a flash of heat searing through her just at the memory. Looking away she had frowned. She could not get carried away in what was happening. He had told her himself. He had targeted her brother’s Company for two reasons, the first for their contacts and the second because he had wanted to sleep with her. Taking another sip of her champagne which he had poured for her as they had entered the plane she had realised that he really was thorough, and that he had followed his plan to the letter, achieving everything he had set out to do, in spite of her determination for the affair not to be any more than one of show, once more feeling as goosebumps had risen on her arm at the way he had woken her that morning.
With a small groan she had known that he had also put a time limit on their affair. By the end of the month, not so far away he would be once more returning to the US their affair over, this knowledge filling her with a strange sadness. Looking deeply into the glass she had wondered why this would make her feel sad…after all she was only going along with his plans to save her Company, she was in no way interested in the man who had caused such disruption to her family. To the man who now effectively owned her family Company, although knowing that the paperwork they had signed had to all intents ensured that that agreement was in name only. No she would be far better off when Craig Thompson was once more back in the States where he belonged her features more sure as he had turned to look back at her, his eyes crinkled with humour.
“OK… time to go”
With that the plane had taxied out, Fiona loving the rush as the plane had moved down the runway, smiling as Craig had taken her hand in his. The journey had not taken long, just over an hour, Craig chatting to her the whole time. She had found him to be both funny and interesting as he had opened up more about himself, Fiona encouraging him to tell her about his life in New York. Craig had been stunned to find himself opening up to her as she had sat still and silent allowing him to talk, her lovely features interested in what he was saying.
As the small voice from the cockpit had sounded to tell them to put on their seatbelts as they were ready to land, he had been amazed at how much he had enjoyed the journey, enjoyed her company he had corrected himself, lifting her hand to kiss it gently.
Looking out of the window as they had come in to land she had ran her tongue along her lips before giving a small laugh.
“We are in Paris!” she had cried out see the unmistakable landmarks, her eyes alight with delight.
“Oh my God….I have always wanted to visit Paris”
Craig smiling beside her as he had filled her in on the plan
“We are staying at the Ritz and tonight I have organised for us to attend a show”
Staring at him with surprise she had been speechless for a few moments before whispering softly
“The Ritz?”
His mouth curving into a grin
“Well … it really is the only place to stay”
Fiona giving a small laugh, her tone playful
“Of course it is” before she had once more looked out of the window, wriggling in her seat in excitement.
Chapter Seven
The entrance to the hotel was as opulent as she had expected, the rich trappings and exquisite decor making her stare open-mouthed as he had moved to sign in. She had heard as he had asked the concierge “Is everything as I requested?” the man nodding as she had wondered what that meant. Her eyes had stared at the huge Christmas tree in the centre of the foyer, a small feeling of sadness filling her that she
“Oh…Miss Campbell you should know that I am very thorough” sitting beside her in one of the large comfortable cream leather chairs, Fiona flicking a look at the handsome man beside her as he had talked with the pilot.
He really was the most handsome man she had ever met, shivering softly at the memory of the way he had touched her, made love to her a flash of heat searing through her just at the memory. Looking away she had frowned. She could not get carried away in what was happening. He had told her himself. He had targeted her brother’s Company for two reasons, the first for their contacts and the second because he had wanted to sleep with her. Taking another sip of her champagne which he had poured for her as they had entered the plane she had realised that he really was thorough, and that he had followed his plan to the letter, achieving everything he had set out to do, in spite of her determination for the affair not to be any more than one of show, once more feeling as goosebumps had risen on her arm at the way he had woken her that morning.
With a small groan she had known that he had also put a time limit on their affair. By the end of the month, not so far away he would be once more returning to the US their affair over, this knowledge filling her with a strange sadness. Looking deeply into the glass she had wondered why this would make her feel sad…after all she was only going along with his plans to save her Company, she was in no way interested in the man who had caused such disruption to her family. To the man who now effectively owned her family Company, although knowing that the paperwork they had signed had to all intents ensured that that agreement was in name only. No she would be far better off when Craig Thompson was once more back in the States where he belonged her features more sure as he had turned to look back at her, his eyes crinkled with humour.
“OK… time to go”
With that the plane had taxied out, Fiona loving the rush as the plane had moved down the runway, smiling as Craig had taken her hand in his. The journey had not taken long, just over an hour, Craig chatting to her the whole time. She had found him to be both funny and interesting as he had opened up more about himself, Fiona encouraging him to tell her about his life in New York. Craig had been stunned to find himself opening up to her as she had sat still and silent allowing him to talk, her lovely features interested in what he was saying.
As the small voice from the cockpit had sounded to tell them to put on their seatbelts as they were ready to land, he had been amazed at how much he had enjoyed the journey, enjoyed her company he had corrected himself, lifting her hand to kiss it gently.
Looking out of the window as they had come in to land she had ran her tongue along her lips before giving a small laugh.
“We are in Paris!” she had cried out see the unmistakable landmarks, her eyes alight with delight.
“Oh my God….I have always wanted to visit Paris”
Craig smiling beside her as he had filled her in on the plan
“We are staying at the Ritz and tonight I have organised for us to attend a show”
Staring at him with surprise she had been speechless for a few moments before whispering softly
“The Ritz?”
His mouth curving into a grin
“Well … it really is the only place to stay”
Fiona giving a small laugh, her tone playful
“Of course it is” before she had once more looked out of the window, wriggling in her seat in excitement.
Chapter Seven
The entrance to the hotel was as opulent as she had expected, the rich trappings and exquisite decor making her stare open-mouthed as he had moved to sign in. She had heard as he had asked the concierge “Is everything as I requested?” the man nodding as she had wondered what that meant. Her eyes had stared at the huge Christmas tree in the centre of the foyer, a small feeling of sadness filling her that she
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