Darcy hung onto his shoulders since they were the only solid thing in her world at the moment. Her mind could not focus, could only feel and respond as Michael deepened the kiss, asking for more as soon as he retreated. Her fingers slid into his hair reveling in the softness of his locks. Every other part of him was rock hard. She could feel his chest pressing against her breast, his thighs as they pushed against her legs. Darcy didn’t want the kiss to end and held on tightly when he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the couch.
She wasn’t aware of the plane taking off or even when it reached cruising altitude. All she knew was that Michael was finally kissing her. And this time it was different. She knew there was no holding back now.
Long minutes later, he pulled back and looked at her passion glazed eyes and nodded his approval. “That’s better,” he murmured.
Darcy shook her head, trying to make sense out of his comment and her surroundings. “Better than what?” she asked.
“Better than seeing you in a hospital bed or with some other scrape or broken bones on Monday morning,” he said, groaning as he put his head against her forehead.
“What are you talking about? I told you I didn’t like rock climbing or driving a motor cycle.”
Michael groaned. “Jim mentioned something about bungee jumping.”
Darcy looked startled. “Bungee jumping?”
She threw back her head and laughed at his nod. “That was a joke!”
Michael smiled but he was relieved to hear her say that. “He mentioned that as a possibility. But you’ve been driving me nuts for weeks wondering what you were going to try next. So I decided to have an easy weekend by kidnapping you and taking you to Grand Caymen.”
Darcy stiffened. “Grand Caymen?”
“Do you have something against Grand Caymen?”
“No, but I have work to do,” she said, panicking.
“No, you’re going to spend the weekend in a sexy bikini right beside me. There’s an ocean or a pool, take your pick.”
Darcy couldn’t think of anything more delicious than spending a weekend right next to him, bathing in the sun and relaxing. But she had experienced his kisses already and knew how hard it was getting him out of her mind. Spending a whole weekend in paradise…she didn’t know if she could overcome that when they returned to regular life. There was the lovely Alicia as well. She didn’t like the idea of him being with the other woman last weekend, then off to Grand Caymen with her this weekend. Who would be next weekend?
“Michael, I really have a lot of work to do,” she said and stood up, not sure where she was going to go since the plane was thirty thousand feet over the Atlantic Ocean. But she moved to the opposite end of the plane. And since it was a very large private jet, there was plenty of space.
Michael leaned back in his seat and watched her. She was worried about something but he was sure he could overcome her fears and work through them. She needed to trust him first though. Although he knew kidnapping her wasn’t the best way to start off that kind of trust.
He’d take it slow and teach her that he wasn’t such a bad guy. The Caribbean sun, lots of wine and sunshine and he knew he could get her to tell him what her fears were. And he’d work them out. Now that he’d gotten through the issue of workplace romances, he felt sure he could overcome anything she placed as obstacles between them.
Pushing that thought aside, he stood up and went to the small refrigerator. “What can I get you to drink?” he asked.
Darcy’s hands were fisted at her sides as she watched his strong body bend over to get the wine. “I don’t want anything to drink. I want you to turn this plane around and take me back home.” She was not going to go to Grand Caymen with him, she told herself. What she was going to do to avoid that, she wasn’t exactly sure. He pretty much held all the cards in his hand at the moment.
Michael shook his head. “No you don’t. You’re just afraid of me.”
Darcy gasped. She wasn’t afraid of him, she was terrified. Terrified of being hurt by him, more to the point. But she didn’t want him to know that. “I’m not afraid of you! Why would I be afraid of you?”
“I don’t know,” he said as he opened a bottle of water and took a long swallow. “You shouldn’t be. I don’t bite,” he grinned, showing lots of teeth. “At least not where it would show, anyway.”
She knew her face flamed red, but she was too confused. “I don’t have any clothes, makeup, hair brush,” she said, grasping at anything that might convince him to turn around.
Michael walked over to her and stood for a moment, looking at her face. “I think you’d look just lovely with nothing on at all.”
Darcy’s heart dropped down to her stomach at his comment. “No,” she said, but it came out as more of a whisper.
Michael nodded.
Thankfully, in Darcy’s opinion, the phone rang right at that moment. Michael moved over to lift the receiver and talk to whoever was on the other end of the line.
Darcy took that reprieve to calm herself down. It was Thursday night, she was only missing one day of work. He’d only said the weekend. Surely she could avoid him for three days, couldn’t she? She could demand her own hotel room and could even slip out and get her own meals. This wouldn’t be a problem, she convinced herself.
Michael was on the phone for a while and Darcy picked up a magazine, pretending to skim the articles. She listened with half an ear as someone discussed a hardware issue with Michael. She was struck again by how intelligent he was. He had creative solutions for so many problems. It was no wonder he was at the head of his field. His position had nothing to do with his family relations.
As soon as he put the phone down, it rang again. Michael sent her an apologetic look and picked it up again. It was a short conversation this time and as soon as he hung up, he came over to sit next to her. “That was the pilot. He says we’ll be landing shortly.”
“In Washington?” she asked. The flight seemed to short for the plane to have reached Grand Caymen already.
Michael chuckled as he reached an arm around her. “What are you doing?” she squeaked, his arm brushing her breast and creating havoc with her hormones.
“Relax. I’m buckling your seatbelt,” he said. “You’re awfully jumpy. I wonder why?”