Daisy ...

It wasn’t until they were halfway to nowhereville that Gabe realized maybe he might have made a teensy little mistake.

Staring out the small window of the private jet – how Daisy managed that he didn’t even want to know – into the midnight sky, Gabe went from ‘Hell ya’ to
‘What the f –’ in about two point five nanoseconds.

Because really, did he need to get laid that bad? A quick glance at the tanned feminine leg pressing against his jean clad thigh answered that quickly enough. And sure he’d done some pretty outrageous things to get a woman into his bed. But Columbia? What the fuck was that?

What he knew about the country was pretty much what any average person might know. Drugs. Yeah, that about covered it. In his bitty little man mind he couldn’t quite figure out exactly what a yacht would be doing anywhere in the vicinity but hey, he didn’t own one so maybe it was a haven for people that liked adventure on the high seas.

Right. And he liked to wrestle gators in his free time.

Little Miss Knock ‘Em Dead was hiding something and damned if his sixth sense wasn’t screaming at him to turn tail and head home. Oh, wasn’t hindsight twenty twenty?

A cool hand settled on top of his and he turned to look down at the beauty sitting beside him.

“You okay?” The husky tone of her voice sent damn near every one of his doubts into hiding.

“You tell me.” He slid his thumb across the back of her hand in the smallest of caresses.

She shook her head in denial, he supposed, but she didn’t quite conceal the fear lingering in her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the crap, Daisy,” he said. When she flinched he realized his tone might have been a little harsh but he didn’t back down. “I’m here and it’s not like I can walk away at this point, so give it to me. Straight.”

Daisy crawled over the seat and straddled his hips with those killer legs and it took him a second or two to realize exactly what he said and why she chose to misinterpret those words. He wanted to resent the fact she was trying to turn the tables on him but he just wasn’t that strong.

“Daisy … ” He tried to find reason but there was just something about a beautiful woman straddling him that made forming a coherent thought a little difficult.

She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Please don’t hate me …” Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke and chills tingled down his spine.

“I could never hate you.”

“Even if I told you …”