Silbie Luna just wanted to pass her classes and become the first undergrad co-captain for her derby team. She never thought shooting a promo for the athletic department would lead to a coveted role in a highly anticipated movie series. But not only...
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Bea never had trouble sleeping during a flight until Dante delivered the most blistering kiss she'd experienced in over twenty years.
Her face heated at the memory. Whether she admitted it or not, she'd taken advantage of his drunken state by rousing her maid and groundskeeper to witness Dante signing the agreement.
In forty-five minutes, they'd be in Vegas. She glanced across the aisle where he snored peacefully. Maybe she'd gone insane. That's what people would say. Never mind most of her male counterparts married women half their ages, women were expected to be more sensible.
She closed her eyes and recalled how Dante's lips pressed against hers. Warm. Sensuous. Urgent.
She swallowed hard and heaved a deep breath. When he'd pulled her into his arms, she'd gone hot and cold at the same time. Whiskey lingered on his breath and damn if she'd not been intoxicated by it. Blood had pounded in her ears. She'd shuddered with desire.
No. She was done being sensible. With the time she had left, she'd do as she pleased and to hell with anyone who disapproved. After being married to a powerful but unaffectionate man, she deserved passion.
What was she thinking? Once he woke in the sober light of day and realized his mistake, he'd probably renege. At least she'd save face. Not even the witnesses knew the terms of the contract. If he changed his mind, she'd take him back to Parkers Prairie.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
The sound of his voice yanked her back to reality. She fingered the diamond pendant resting against her windpipe and faced him. No need wasting time. She no longer had that privilege. "Now that you're sober, you'll ask to be let out of the deal."
He pursed his lips. Grinned. "And if I do?"
She sighed. Maybe in business she was able to be a hardass, but she wasn't going to force anyone to stay with her. That'd only make her last days miserable for the both of them. "I'll rip it to pieces—but you'll still be bound to the NDA."
"Yeah. Couldn't let the town gossips find out the Widow Bennett went off the rails."
She opened her briefcase and removed the contract. Fingers poised at the top, she held it up. "Very well."
He leaped from his seat and in one stride, caught her wrists. "Didn't say I wanted out. Just wondered what you'd do if I did." He released her hands.
She put the papers back in place.
He motioned to the window seat. "Scoot over."
She slid to the spot and rested the attaché in her lap.
He claimed her seat, then stretched his legs into the aisle. "I can't cancel now. Jack and I already had my bachelor party."
