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Adam had any kind of personal relationship it would end eventually and she’d be out of a job. Jayne looked around the plane and felt the walls closing in on her. Didi and Ray sat across from her, smiling warmly. Suddenly Jayne stood up.
    He raised one eyebrow in question, and she said, “I have to—”
    â€œChange? Yes, you do.” Turning to Ray and Didi, he said, “I hope you’ll excuse us. Jayne hasn’t had a chance to change from her day at the office.”
    â€œOf course,” Ray said with a smile.
    Jayne wondered what exactly she was going to change into. Isabella had about three inches in height on her and at least six inches in bustline. None of her clothes were going to fit.
    Adam used his hand on her waist to guide her toward the back of the plane. Once they were inside the bedroom, he let her go and ran a hand through his hair.
    â€œGod, this is a mess. I don’t think they’re buying us as a couple.”
    â€œIt’s not going to help when I come out wearing this outfit.”
    â€œDon’t worry about the clothing. I had a wardrobe delivered while you ran back to the office to drop off the papers.”
    She glanced at the bed for the first time and realized it was covered in boxes. She was touched. She knew it was the same thing he did for every one of his mistresses, and it shouldn’t matter. But no man had ever bought her clothing before. Adam had an eye for women’s bodies and had mentioned to Jayne that nine times out of ten he was right on the mark. He’d guessed her size to prove it.
    â€œYou can use Isabella’s suitcases for your clothes. I’ll leave you to change.”
    â€œAdam?”
    â€œYes?”
    â€œI’ll do my best to make this work.”
    â€œI know you will, chère. ”
    â€œ Chère? ” Her heart beat too fast when he called her that in that throaty, masculine way of his.
    â€œIt’s an endearment.”
    â€œI know. Why are you using it on me?”
    â€œWe’re supposed to be lovers.”
    She tried not to let it bother her—“supposed” to be lovers. This is a big game of pretend, Jayne, don’t forget it, she told herself. “Can I call you stud muffin?”
    â€œIf you want me to spank you,” he said.
    â€œThat’s a little kinky, Adam.”
    He closed the gap between them. Once again she was surrounded by his body heat and his scent. He leaned closer to her and his breath brushed her lips. She grabbed his shoulders for balance as the plane hit an air pocket, jostling them together.
    Adam wrapped her in his arms and held her steady until the plane settled down. Jayne was cushioned against his hard chest, and his arms around her were so strong. He held her in a way that promised he’d be able to help her with any burdens she carried. And for a minute she was tempted to let the line between fantasy and reality blur. She leaned her cheek against his chest and listened to the heavy beating of his heart.
    â€œOkay, chère? ” he asked.
    She nodded, unable to speak. He framed her face with his hands and looked deep into her eyes, making her feel as if all her secrets were laid bare before him. She blinked and tried to focus on the present. Fantasy, she reminded herself. This was all one big fantasy.
    He cupped her face in his big hands and tilted her head back. She stared up into his dark eyes, every sense on hyperalert. Every feminine instinct screamedfor her to reach up and touch him. To bury her hands in his thick black hair and pull his face closer to hers. To bring that mouth of his down to hers and then take the kiss that she’d been craving since the first day she’d walked into his office.
    â€œI never said thanks,” he said, his voice a husky growl.
    She swallowed and licked her suddenly dry lips. His eyes narrowed and she felt tension move through him. “Are you saying it now?”
    He