Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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Ever since this lollipop-sucking woman came into my life, I have had no self-restraint over my actions nor any control over my emotions. One minute, I want her, but the next, I don't. Josie is a whirlwind of contradictions. Pulling me in deeper with every challenging grin she throws my way. It's like she knows exactly which buttons to press, and man, does she press them well.
A fucking twenty-two-year-old has me, a thirty-seven-year-old underboss, spinning like a top. It's lunacy. She's this vortex – no, she's more like a tornado – of enigmatic charm and unbearable frustration. I watch her as she sits across from me on my private jet, sucking on a lollipop and doing God knows what on my laptop.
I still can't fucking believe I decided to bring her along to Miami. She got under my skin when she indirectly hinted at wanting to be alone with Yannick. Yannick is one of my best men, and the thought of killing him because of what Josie said was enough for me to bring her along to Miami.
Just as I was wrestling with my thoughts, the pilot's voice crackled through the speakers, momentarily distracting me. The pilot's voice crackles over the intercom. "We're entering Miami airspace. Expect some turbulence ahead."
I catch Josie's eyes darting to the empty seat beside me. She's been fidgeting for the past hour, those deft fingers of hers tapping away at her laptop keys like she's trying to hack her way through the clouds. Now, she's gone still as stone.
"Hey, um, Kade?" She clears her throat. "Mind if I sit next to you for a bit? The, uh, glare on my screen is pretty bad over here."
I arch an eyebrow, fighting back a smirk. "Glare? In a private jet with tinted windows?"
Josie's cheeks flush pink. God, she's terrible at lying. It's almost endearing.
"Of course," I say smoothly, moving my jacket to make room.
As she settles in next to me, I catch a whiff of her cherry lollipop. The scent brings back memories of our first encounter - her sass, her skill with computers. She rolls her eyes, but I notice the relief in her face as she slides in next to me.
The plane gives a sudden lurch, and Josie's words cut off with a squeak. Her hand shoots out, gripping the armrest between us—and my fingers—with surprising strength.
I lean in close, my lips barely grazing her ear. "You alright there?" I ask, keeping my tone casual.
She flashes a weak smile. "Oh yeah, totally fine. Just, you know, making sure this armrest doesn't float away or anything."
I can't help but chuckle. Even scared, she's got that sharp wit. Another violent shake, and suddenly, she's pressing against my side, face buried in my shoulder.
"Here," I say, placing my hand over hers. "I've got a better idea to keep you grounded."
Her eyes widen slightly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. I feel a surge of protectiveness I'm not used to.
