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.
And I can’t wait to possess Cassandra tonight in my Aspen home.
When we reach our altitude, I nudge her leg with my foot to turn her attention from the window to me. “Tell me about your best first date.”
Her brows pinch. “So you can feel superior that you’ve already topped it with a private jet?”
I shake my head slowly. “I know it will take a lot more than this to woo you, Cozy.”
Her eyes flash with intrigue. “Why do you randomly call me Cozy sometimes? You almost always call me Cassandra, but you’ve let Cozy slip a handful of times, and I can’t figure out why.”
I inhale deeply and give it some thought before I answer. “I only use Cozy when I feel really comfortable with you.”
A look of disappointment flits across her face. “So then all the other times, you feel uncomfortable around me?”
I lean forward and slip my hand through the large hole on her knee, my fingers teasing her flesh as I pin her with a serious look. “Yes, Cassandra. You make me uncomfortable nearly every minute of every day since I met you. And I have discovered that I like feeling uncomfortable.”
Her cheeks flush a ruddy color as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “Okay then.”
“What about you? Do I make you uncomfortable?” I wait with bated breath because Cassandra hides her cards a lot, and this is the most unarmed I think I’ve ever seen her.
She licks her lips, and a tender smile lightens her face. “Not uncomfortable…just scared.”
“Scared of what?” I ask, frowning.
“For you to be too good to be true.”
She takes a nervous sip of her drink, and if I wasn’t trying to woo this woman, I’d be making her a member of the mile-high club right fucking now to put those fears to bed. But we have a long night ahead of us. And I intend to put those fears to bed in ways other than sexual. At least for now.
We touch down in Aspen, and Cassandra is decidedly more relaxed after the two glasses of champagne during the short flight. I open the door to usher her into the black SUV I rented, and she giggles when I slip into the driver’s seat.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh…just that I’m having an Anastasia Steele moment, and I’m wearing jeans with holes all over them instead of something sleek and sophisticated like Christian Grey’s girlfriend would wear.”
“I like your jeans,” I murmur, leaning across the console to wrap my hand around her thigh. She looks young and casual, and she reminds me that I’m more than just a dad and a boss. It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve considered that concept.
I press a soft kiss to her lips, dragging my nose down to her neck and inhaling that coconut smell of hers like it’s my last breath. She whimpers slightly, and it takes all the strength I have to pull away from her and drive.
“Where are we going now?” she asks with sexy eyes that tell me exactly where she’d like to go.
I smirk. “You’ll see.”
Our sexual tension is palpable as we drive into downtown Aspen, where many high-end luxury shops are located. I don’t spend a lot of time shopping in Aspen. I’m usually here for business or with Everly, and in that case, we do more skiing and hiking than anything else.