“How long does it take?”
“Well, you live in DC, right?”
I nodded.
“We’ll fly into Reagan. I can take you home. Meet your family.”
I blinked at him. “Meet my family? As what, my one-night stand who turned out to be psycho?”
I imagined walking into my home with this guy in tow. My dad would kick his butt so fast that Emilio wouldn’t know what hit him.
I smiled as I pictured it in my mind’s eye.
“Okay, yeah, great idea.”
“You’ll introduce me as your boyfriend, of course.”
“What!”
“I’m your boyfriend, at least for them. It’s the simplest explanation.”
“Nope,” I said, crossing my arms. “Nuh-uh. No way.”
“Don’t be childish. It’s the most efficient way to handle what needs to be done. I need to check out your story. When I’m done, you can just tell them that I was a passing fling or whatever you want. You can even tell them that you dumped me.”
I looked him up and down. He looked immaculate and extremely gorgeous.
“My mom would kill me if I dumped you. She’d be dreaming about grandchildren dressed in custom-made suits the second that she saw you.”
He shrugged.
“I’m willing to break her heart.”
I didn’t know if I was happy to deceive my family, but it was sort of a moot point. The second that I walked into my house with this guy, my dad could fix this. Yes, I had to run home to Daddy, but I had no idea that an impulsive decision made while possibly concussed would end up like this.
And he was so casual about the fact that my mom would be angry.
Whatever. The sooner I got out of this country and back on my own feet, the better.
“Get in the jet.”
He motioned with his chin for me to go inside.
Stopped
Naelle
I went up the steps. When I got to the top, I stopped in my tracks.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes were wide as I looked around. Everything was either covered in leather or mahogany. It pretty much looked like the jets that you saw in magazines sometimes.
“Wow.”
“Can I come in?”
I heard Emilio’s voice behind me and I realized that I was standing in the doorway.