Into It

Giving her up isn’t an option. Now, I need to come up with other plans.

I’ve become the king of bad ideas. Obsessing over my brother’s Personal Assistant-bad idea number one. Temporarily switching PA’s with my brother-worse idea. Taking the secret object of my desires to London for an extended business trip-worst idea yet. Spending day and night with her sends my obsession into overdrive. It doesn’t take long for me to realize she’s my other half. Now, I have my work cut out for me. She’s not sure that mixing business with pleasure is a good idea. I’m not willing to give my girl up so I guess I’ll have to show her what we could have together. I’ll do whatever it takes to talk her Into It. After all, this is the first great idea I’ve had since I fell for her.

If you like over-the-top, insta-love romance with a little bit of humor, this short romance is the perfect story for you.

I stare across the room, waiting impatiently for her to make her way over to me. My heart pounds out of rhythm when she steps out of the shadows. As my eyes travel down her curvy, perfect body, my cock weeps at the sight before me. Luscious perfection slowly glides toward me, causing sweat to break out on my brow. A tiny voice in the back of my mind chastises me. It reminds me that I have no business being in this situation. In this room. About to devour my prey. I ignore the persistent little bastard as my dick cheers me on. My hands clench at my sides as hunger roars through my blood. I’m tired of playing it cool. Of being the good guy. No, Thomas Thornhill is about to go bad. Very bad. Seconds later, I pull her stunning body into my embrace and lean down, whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to have you.”
Her expressive eyes widen as the pupils dilate and swallow the dark emerald of her irises. She reaches up and wraps her soft palm around the back of my neck. I fight to keep my eyes open as she pulls me down for her kiss, but it’s a losing battle. Her delicate fragrance flows through me, and I release the last tiny shred of my control. Fuck it all. Thornhill & Brunts can kiss my ass. This girl is mine. To hell with the rest of the world and any consequences.
As she steps back and begins to unbutton her blouse, I nearly choke on my tongue. Each open button reveals a little more of her luscious breasts and sends my impatience through the roof. I barely resist reaching over and tearing the offending fabric out of my way. Her fingers toy with the last button and I groan. The little minx is torturing me on purpose. Fuck.
“Mr. Thornhill.”
Jerking awake, I look around to see where the annoying voice is coming from and growl, “What?” Is that my voice?
“I wanted to see if you need anything.”
Running a hand down my face, I breathe deeply and fight the urge to snap at the flight attendant again. It’s not her fault I’m sexually frustrated. No, the cause of my predicament is sleeping like a baby across the aisle. It sucks that I was getting to the best part of my dream when she woke me the fuck up.
I glance over and see the object of my intense fantasies still sleeping soundly in the seat across the aisle, and sigh. “No. We’re good.”
“Please let me know if I can get you anything.” As she turns and walks away, I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling. This is nuts. My dirty dreams are getting out of hand. Shit. Taking my brother’s assistant to London for six weeks is either the most brilliant move I’ve ever made or the dumbest. I may have just sentenced myself to a month and a half of hell on earth. Wanting someone more than your next breath sucks. Before we left, I told myself the plan was to either get her out of my system or make her mine, forever. Living with the torment of seeing her every day without owning her heart and soul is killing me.
I spend the rest of the flight going over my plans. After admitting to myself that these feelings for Ella Jordan are growing more intense by the second, I know it’s time to take action. There’s no forgetting or moving past this obsession I’ve developed. My only hope is to make a move and pray she feels the same way about me.
I watch as Ella slowly wakes up and stretches like a little kitten. I barely manage to hold in a groan that’s burning the back of my throat. Dirty fantasies bombard me, and I shift in my seat. “I’m sorry.” Her soft voice interrupts my thoughts. “I didn’t mean to sleep the entire flight.”