A whimper escapes my mouth as I fall into his touch. “I think what you just described is a bit more serious than dating.”
The corner of his mouth tips up into a sexy smirk. “We’ll figure it out as we go, but I’m done acting like I’m not obsessed with everything about you. I want more than just fucking. I want you.” I’m pretty sure I’m nodding my head in agreement because he leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead before adding, “Be ready at six tomorrow night, sweet cheeks.”
I nearly fall forward when he takes off in search of Everly. Like a madwoman, I rush over and lock my door to prevent myself from doing something crazy. Like chasing after him and asking to go for ice cream with him and Everly.
He wants to date me. He’s obsessed with me. He…wants me.
And I want him.
But I can’t get ahead of myself. This is just a date. We aren’t some happy family. I’m still the nanny, and he’s still the millionaire. We’re not a Hallmark movie with a happily ever after. If so, I would need to change that channel immediately because there’s no way I’m ready for all that.
“What are we doing here?” Cassandra asks as the driver I booked drops us off on the tarmac.
“Going on our date,” I reply simply as I hop out of the car and walk around to open her door.
She remains in her seat and stares up at me with an almost angry glower. “Where is our date, Max?”
“Don’t get too excited. We’re just going to Aspen.” I reach down for her hand, which she thankfully gives me.
“We’re flying to Aspen?”
I nod and take in her appearance one more time. She’s wearing these sexy tattered jeans and an off-the-shoulder red top that exposes her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. I’m practically salivating to mark her, and I wonder for the hundredth time why I’m so obsessed with leaving hickeys on this woman.
“Flying is faster than driving,” I respond with a wink as I walk her over to the jet. When I suggested a date yesterday, she probably expected dinner and a movie. But considering I rubbed my cum over her clit four days ago because I liked the look of my release on her cunt, I figured this upgrade wouldn’t be an issue.
Cassandra will learn quickly that I’ve always been an overachiever.
My hands linger on Cassandra’s hips as she climbs the stairs into the eight-seater plane. She stops in the plush aisle and turns with wide eyes and ruby red lips that I really want to suck and fuck. “Is this your plane? Or did you like…book it special for this?”
My shoulders shake with silent laughter. “It’s my company’s plane. We use it for work mostly, but Everly and I take it to Aspen a lot on my weekends with her.”
“Eleven-year-olds on private jets…makes perfect sense,” Cassandra tuts and then turns and points at the white leather seats. “Where do I sit?”
“Wherever you like,” I reply with a grin.
She finds a seat she deems worthy, so I take the one opposite her so we’re facing each other. The flight attendant delivers a champagne to Cassandra and a whiskey to me.
Her sexy green eyes narrow on me over the top of the bubbling flute. “This is a really solid flex, Max. I bet you’re really pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
I laugh and drag my thumb over my lip. “I’m getting hard just watching you freak out.”
“Such a perv,” she exclaims with a delightful smile. She looks around the cabin and frowns, her mind clearly moving faster than the plane. “But seriously, we’re coming back tonight, right? I didn’t pack a bag.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I sit back in my seat and shrug.
Her face grows serious. “Max…what do you mean? What about Everly?”
“She’s with Wyatt so she’ll be feeding the goat in the morning. Don’t stress. We’ll be back before he brings her home tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Cassandra exhales through her nose as the pilot indicates we’re getting ready for takeoff. “This is ridiculous. This isn’t what real people do on dates.”
“I told you we’re making our own rules.” I take a sip of my whiskey and wonder when I’ll stop smiling tonight.
This date is a much better soul cleanser than crying. I would inform Everly of that fact if I decided this was something my daughter should know about yet…which I don’t. Way too soon for that kind of talk.
For now, I’m just trying to reclaim control of this situation between Cassandra and me. Her walking out of my house this past weekend was not an image I’d like a replay of. Therefore, amending the terms of our agreement into dating seemed like the most reasonable next step. I am a businessman after all. If I find something I want, I will figure out a way to possess it.