Reflected in You (Crossfire 2)

"All right?" That was too easy.

"I'm not sold.

But I'll deal."

He grabbed my hand.

"Come on.

Let's get your hair done."

I smiled, grateful.

"You're the best."

He bumped his hip into mine.

"And I won't let you forget it."

Chapter 5

"As far as death traps go," Cary said, "this one's pretty swank."

I shook my head as I preceded him into the main cabin of Gideon's private jet.

"You are not going to die.

Flying is safer than driving."

"And you don't think the airline industry paid for the compilation of those statistics?" Pausing to smack him in the shoulder with a laugh, I glanced at the amazingly opulent interior and felt more than a little awe.

I'd seen my share of private planes over the years, but as usual, Gideon went to lengths to which few could afford to go.

The cabin was spacious, with a wide center aisle.

The underlying palette was neutral with accents of chocolate brown and ice blue.

Deep, swiveling bucket seats with tables were positioned on the left, while a sectional sofa sat on the right.

Each chair had a private entertainment console beside it.

I knew a bedroom would be found at the back of the plane and a luxurious bathroom or two.

A male flight attendant took my duffel bag and Cary's, then gestured for us to take a seat at one of the groupings of chairs that had a table.

"Mr.

Cross is expected within the next ten minutes," he said.

"In the meantime, can I serve you something to drink?" "Water for me, please."

I glanced at my watch.

It was just past seven thirty.

"Bloody Mary," Cary ordered, "if you've got it."

The steward smiled.

"We've got everything."

Cary caught my look.

"What? I haven't had dinner.

The tomato juice will hold me over until we eat, and the alcohol will help the Dramamine kick in faster."

"I didn't say anything," I protested.

I turned to look out the window at the evening sky, and my thoughts settled on Gideon, as usual.

He'd been quiet all day, starting with when he'd woken up.

The ride to work had been made in silence, and when my day ended at five, he'd called just long enough to tell me that Angus would take me home alone, then drive me and Cary to the airport where he'd meet us.

I opted to walk home instead, since I hadn't hit the gym the night before and didn't have time to work out prior to the flight.

Angus had cautioned that Gideon wouldn't like me refusing the ride, even though I'd done it politely and with good reason.

I think Angus thought I was still upset with him for giving Corinne a ride, which I kind of was.

I was sorry to say that a tiny part of me hoped he'd feel bad about it.

A bigger part of me hated that I could be that petty.

As I'd walked through Central Park, taking a meandering path through tall trees, I had determined that I wasn't going to be small over a guy.

Not even Gideon.

I wasn't going to let my frustration with him get in the way of having a good time in Vegas with my best friend.

Halfway home, I'd stopped and turned, picking out Gideon's penthouse high above Fifth Avenue.

I wondered if he was there, packing and planning for a weekend without me.

Or if he was still at work, wrapping up the week's pressing business.

"Uh-oh," Cary singsonged, as the flight attendant returned with a tray laden with our drinks.

"You've got that look."

"What look?" "The hell-on-wheels look."

He clinked his tall, slender glass against the side of my squat tumbler.

"Wanna talk about it?" I was about to reply when Gideon stepped onto the plane.

He looked grim and carried a briefcase in one hand and a duffel in the other.

After passing his bag over to the attendant, he paused by me and Cary, giving my roommate a cursory nod before brushing the back of his fingers across my cheek.

The simple touch shot through me like a surge of electricity.

Then he was gone, slipping into a cabin in the back and shutting the door.

I scowled.

"He's so damn moody."

"And seriously hot.

What he does for that suit ."

Most suits made the man.

Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should've been illegal.

"Don't distract me with his looks," I groused.

"Give him a blowjob.

That's a guaranteed mood improver."

"Spoken like a man."

"You expected something different?" Cary grabbed the frosty glass bottle holding the excess water that wouldn't fit in my crystal tumbler.

"Check this out."

He showed me the label, which was branded to the Cross Towers and Casino.

"Now that's swank."

My lips twisted wryly.

"For the whales."

"What?" "Casino high rollers.

Gamblers who don't blink an eye at dropping a hundred grand or more on the turn of a card.

They get a lot of comps to lure them in - food, suites, and travel to and fro.

My mom's second husband was a whale.

It's one of the reasons why she left him."

He shook his head at me.

"The shit you know.

So this is a company jet?" "One of five," the attendant said, returning with a fruit and cheese tray.

"Jesus," Cary muttered.

"That's a damned fleet."

I watched as he dug a travel packet of Dramamine out of his pocket and washed the pills down with his Bloody Mary.

"Want some?" he asked, tapping at the wrapper on the table.

"Nope.

Thanks."

"You gonna deal with Mr.

Hot and Moody?" "Not sure.

I may just pull out my e- reader."

He nodded.

"Probably safer for your sanity."

Thirty minutes later, Cary was snoring lightly in his fully reclined seat, his ears covered with noise- canceling headphones.

I watched him for a long minute, appreciating the sight of him looking restful and relaxed, the shallow grooves around his mouth softening in slumber.

Then I got up and went to the cabin I'd seen Gideon disappear into earlier.

I debated knocking, then thought against it.

He was shutting me out elsewhere; I wasn't going to give him the opportunity to do so now.

He glanced up when I walked in, his face showing no surprise at my abrupt appearance.

He sat at a desk, listening to a woman who was speaking to him via satellite video.

His coat was hung on the back of his chair and his tie was loosened.

After that one brief glance at me, he resumed his conversation.

I started stripping.

My tank top came off first, followed by my sandals and jeans.

The woman continued talking, mentioning "concerns" and "discrepancies," but Gideon's eyes were on me - hot and avid."We'll pick this up in the morning, Allison," he interjected, hitting a button on the keyboard that darkened the screen just before my bra landed on his head.

"I'm the one with PMS," I said, "but you're the one having mood swings."

He pulled my bra into his lap and leaned back in his chair, setting his elbows on the armrests and steepling his fingers together.

"And you're putting on a striptease to improve my mood?" "Ha! Men are so predictable.

Cary suggested I blow you to make you happy.

No .

don't get excited.

That's not going to happen."

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and rocked back on my heels.

I had to give him points for keeping his eyes on mine and not on my br**sts.

"I think you owe me, ace.

Big-time.

I've been an exceptionally understanding girlfriend under the circumstances, don't you think?" His brow arched.

"I mean, I'd like to see what you would do," I went on, "if you came over to my place and caught an ex- boyfriend stepping outside still tucking his shirt in his pants.

Then, when you came upstairs, you found my couch messed up and me fresh from a shower."

Gideon's jaw tightened.

"Neither of us wants to see what I'd do."

"So we're both agreed that I've been pretty damn awesome under extraordinary circumstances."

I crossed my arms, knowing how that would showcase the assets he loved.

"You've made it very clear how you'd choose to punish me.

How would you choose to reward me?" "Is it my choice?" he drawled, his eyes heavy-lidded.

I smiled.

"No."

He set my bra on his keyboard and unfolded from the chair in a leisurely, graceful rise.

"Then that's your reward, angel.

What do you want?" "I want you to stop being grumpy, for starters."

"Grumpy?" His lips twitched with a suppressed smile.

"Well, I woke up without you, and now I face two more mornings of the same."

I dropped my arms to my sides and went to him, placing my palms flat to his broad chest.

"Is that really all it is?""Eva."

He was such a strong, physically powerful man, and yet he could touch me with such reverence.

I ducked my head, knowing something in my voice had given me away.

He was too perceptive.

Cupping my jaw in his hands, Gideon tipped my head back and searched my face.

"Talk to me."

"I feel like you're pulling away."

A low growl rumbled through the air between us.

"I've got a lot on my mind.

That doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you."

"I feel it, Gideon.

There's distance between us that wasn't there before."

His hands slid down to my neck, wrapping around it.

"There's no distance.

You've got me by the throat, Eva."

His grip tightened fractionally.

"Can't you feel that?" I sucked in a quick, tight breath.

Agitation spurred my heartbeat, a physical response to fear that came entirely from within and not from Gideon, who I knew absolutely would never physically harm me or put me in danger.

"Sometimes," he said huskily, watching me with searing intensity, "I can hardly breathe."

I might've broken free if not for his eyes, which revealed such yearning and turmoil.

He was making me feel the same loss of power, the same sense of being dependent on someone else for every breath I took.

So I did the opposite of running.

Tilting my head back, I surrendered, and the tingles of fear left me in a rush.

I was learning that Gideon was right about my desire to give up control to him.

Doing so soothed something inside me, some need I hadn't realized I possessed.

There was a long pause, filled only by his breathing.

I sensed him warring with his emotions and wondered what they were, wondered why he was so conflicted.

He released the tension with a deep exhalation.

"What do you need, Eva?" "You - a mile high."

His hands slid over my shoulders and squeezed, then caressed the length of my arms.

His fingers linked with mine and he nuzzled our temples together.

"What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?" "I'll take you anyway I can get you," I told him, repeating the sentiment he'd once said to me.

"It'll probably be next weekend before I'm good to go again, thanks to my period."