Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Four (BWWM Romance Serial) (10 page)

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MEGAN ALMOST MISSED HER BOARDING call, she’d been so
engrossed in her thoughts as she went over the few plans she’d made for her
week-long island getaway.

She’d forgotten she was on a first class ticket for the
first time, so she was expecting to be called later, not among the first set of
passengers to be invited on.

She got up quickly, grabbing her bag, then hurried onto the
plane.

A face caught her eye once she entered the first class
section, a handsome, chiseled tan face with bright blue eyes focused on her.

She almost stopped in her tracks she was so stunned by the
man’s good looks—she thought guys like him only existed in the movies, aided by
lighting and other visual effects, tucked into corners of Hollywood.

She suddenly found herself feeling heated and
self-conscious, aware of every movement she made, especially with his
hypnotizing eyes not leaving her.

He didn’t vanish like a mirage as she got closer, and as she
checked her seating assignment, she realized she was sitting right next to him.

Every atom of her being vibrated more.

“What luck,” he said, one corner of his mouth tilting up as
she stopped and flashed him a brief smile, indicating the empty window seat
next to him.

He got up to accommodate her, and she decided not to address
his comment, especially since she had been thinking the same thing.

Instead, she sat and tucked her bag beneath the seat in
front of her as he sat back down.

She felt his eyes on her again.

“You sure look the part,” he said in a growling masculine
tone once she had settled, a growl that made her middle start to vibrate.

She turned to look at him. “Excuse me?”

He was even more rattling up close and she tried to ignore
his beauty, his heady cologne, his intent blue gaze, the lips she had started
to scrutinize and wonder what it would be like to touch with hers. She did her
best to ignore her pounding heart, her racing blood, the growing tingling
between her legs.

“I happen to be looking for a wife,” he said, his voice deep
and casual, “and that’s probably you.”

Megan suddenly stopped buzzing all over and erupted into
laughter.

She laughed for so long, that she wondered if she had
transitioned to hysterics. Had her grief finally gotten to her? Why did this
beautiful man’s statement seem so absurd?

“Is this some kind of joke?” she asked once she recovered.
She looked around, as if searching for a hidden camera crew. “What on earth do
you think I am?” she asked more seriously, trying to sound calm and firm, but
not too caustic; after all, she was stuck with him for the duration of the
plane ride.

“Who am I, you should ask,” he said, his manner and tone
unchanged, his eyes still on her.

“Okay then, who are you?”

He didn’t answer. He just continued staring at her boldly.

She tried to ignore him, but eventually, the feel of his
gorgeous blue eyes boring into her became too much to handle.

“Christ, will you stop staring at me like that?”

“That would be hard. To not stare at you will probably be
one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”

“Oh boy, you’re a Casanova.”

She was a bit annoyed but a lot intrigued—though she didn’t
plan to show him that. If she let him know she enjoyed his attention, his
boldness, it might never stop, and she planned to take a nap in peace. Then
again, maybe she shouldn’t sleep around this guy. Closing her eyes could be a
very bad idea.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Finally! Some normalcy. “Megan. What’s…?”

“What do you do?”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you that.”

“Well, what would you most like to do, since you’re not
happy at your current job?”

What the hell? “Who says I’m not happy?”

“Do you have kids?”

She was starting to get ticked now.

“Okay, you’re really pushing it there.”

“You don’t! Great.” His smile widened and she got lost in
the beauty of it before realizing he had made another correct assumption.

“Wait, how did you know…?”

“Most parents would be rolling out wallet pics or flipping
through their smart phone album right now to show them off.” He shook his head
slightly at her. “Don’t you realize, Megan, that you answer me even when you
don’t? So you might as well just answer my questions.”

His arrogance was infuriating, no matter how cute he was.

“But you haven’t even answered my one question about what
you do!”

“You asked me who I am—I’m a business owner.”

“And? What does that even mean?”

“I own a few businesses.”

Smart-ass. “Well, congrats. I hope you’re happy.”

“For the most part, yes—business is booming. I am, however,
missing one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You.”