As the jet gains altitude over Saint Petersburg, my heart nearly shatters at the danger I’d inadvertently subjected Carson to. If I hadn’t been so careless in my job as his assistant, we wouldn’t have had any danger to evade. Tears spring unbidden to my eyes, and I quickly move to wipe them away.

“Aimee,” Carson whispers, gripping me by the chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. The anger I expect to see is entirely absent, and it only makes my tears fall faster.

“I’m so sorry, Carson. I never meant for any of this to happen.” I blubber, gasping as he draws me in closer.

He rests his chin atop my head, his soft chuckle rumbling through me. Failing to see the humor in the situation, I bury my face in his broad chest and try to swallow my choking sobs.

“My sweet, dear Aimee…if it hadn’t been for you remaining at my side through all this, I have no doubt that I would be six feet under right now. You saved my life tonight. But more than that, you risked your own in the process,” he murmurs, and his smile is just a little mournful.

He brushes his thumb just below the wound on my cheek, and I shiver at the touch.

“If you had never met me, you’d be a few billion dollars richer and wouldn’t have to deal with a blubbering wreck of a woman on the flight home,” I grumble, unable to contain my anger at myself.

Carson, the dear man that he is, raises a brow and presses a kiss to my forehead. His anger is ever absent, and he pulls me back against his chest. I realize there is nowhere that I would rather be, but I also know that there’s no way he could feel the same for me.

“If I’d never met you…I would never have fallen in love. This trip has made it abundantly clear for me. I don’t care about some Russian deal; I don’t care about any deal. All I want is you,” he whispers, stroking a hand along my back.

As if he doesn’t feel me stiffening in his arms, or realize the gravity of his words, he continues speaking.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same, but…” he trails off as I draw away to look him in the eye. My lips part of their own accord, and I flick my tongue out to moisten them.

Arousal darkens Carson’s earnest gaze, but it’s not just sexual desire I see reflected in his eyes. I see pure, unadulterated adoration—the same that I find myself feeling for him. Allowing my eyes to shut, I slowly close the distance between us.

His lips brush against mine, but a sudden thought causes me to hesitate and draw away with uncertainty. What Carson’s trusted pilots had told me races through my mind, and I can only wonder if he’s ever played this card before. Feeling his eyes upon me, I move to stammer out an apology.

“I just…how could someone like you fall for someone like me? I could understand something casual, but to truly love me…?” I trail off, averting my gaze.

He glances towards the cockpit, then grimaces as he turns his attention back to me, pain obvious in his expression.

“I can’t lie to you, Aimee. In the past, my feelings for you would be founded on sexual desire alone. For years, I thought I was happy to just play the game, but from the moment I met you, I knew you were different.” He pauses, caressing my cheek.

As much as I want to believe him, I’m not sure if I should. My heart aches so sharply for this man who holds me in his arms, who claims to hold me in his heart. Looking into his eyes, I search for any sign of deceit. Some signal that he’s pulling a fast one on me, or that he’ll see himself freed of my company once the plane lands.

There is no such hidden emotion in his expression. I look at him and see a man earnestly pouring his heart out. A wonderful man that any woman would be lucky to find herself with. My handsome heartbreaker of a lover. My billionaire boss. As much as I want to simply fall into his arms, there is a lingering thought that concerns me.

“Wait…do you mean that I won’t just be some secret affair? You actually want to pursue a real relationship with me?” I ask.

He grins at me, resting his forehead against mine.

“I would like nothing more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Aimee, and while I know it’s a bit soon to be saying this kind of stuff, I don’t care,” he says with a vaguely mischievous look in his eyes.

“It would be rather unprofessional for you to pursue your personal assistant in a romantic relationship, don’t you think? Perhaps you would consider placing me back in my original position in the marketing department?” I tease, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

He laughs loudly, as if he can’t believe that I would bring up work in such a serious moment.

“Well, you do have a point there. I don’t intend to treat you as anything less than an equal. If anything, I want to grant your every wish, provide every desire—” he pauses, tangling a hand in my hair. “Your wish is my command,” he declares grandly.

I smirk, rolling my eyes at his silliness.

“I want to be with you. I want to spend every night in your bed, gripped in your strong arms. More than anything, though—” I murmur, hesitating as I trail my fingertips down the front of his shirt. His eyes darken, and I bite my lip as I consider him with the sultriest expression I can manage. “I want to offer my resignation as your personal assistant,” I grin, leaning in to press my lips to his in a teasing kiss.

I expect him to leave the embrace at that, but I’m pleasantly surprised as he wraps said strong arms around me. He tangles his hands in my hair, parting my lips with his tongue and completely exploring my mouth.

There is nothing hurried about the embrace, and there’s something all the more enchanting about the leisurely way he traces a hand down to the back of my neck. I gasp, pouting as he draws away. He simply grins and lowers his head to my neck, kissing a path to my shoulder.

“I certainly hope you can find the kindness to continue assisting me in certain personal matters,” he murmurs against my skin, grazing his teeth against my shoulder. I moan softly, the sensations amplified by the adrenaline that has been flooding my system since we evaded capture.

“Hey!” Taylor calls abruptly, looking at us through the still-parted curtain that separates the cabin from the cockpit. “If you’re planning to start that stuff again, can it at least wait until we land? I’ve had just about enough excitement for the day,” he drawls.

Amusement bubbles up inside me, accompanied by an odd sense of familiarity. There’s an undeniable bond between the men; that much had been clear from the start. The fact that I’ve been welcomed into their dynamic only serves to solidify that I’m making the right decision. Carson begins to chuckle as well, before cutting himself short and staring at Taylor and Mike with a serious expression.

“You know, you two nearly risked my relationship with this beautiful woman. I could see you fired for that. What do you have to say for yourselves?” He demands brusquely.

I watch him with wide eyes, swallowing a giggle as he winks at me. Mike begins to stammer and apologize, but Taylor remains silent, eyes on the controls.

“She deserved better,” Taylor finally answers, silencing Mike’s awkward babbling. Mike stops short, staring with wide eyes at his co-pilot. I expect him to argue, but his face hardens and he turns to face Carson with a defiant expression.

“Taylor’s right. Miss Rhodes deserved better than the Carson we’ve experienced,” Mike says firmly. Carson looks taken aback, torn between amusement and offense. “As far as the Carson we’re getting to know, now, however…” he trails off, glancing to Taylor for backup.

The more serious of the two takes his hand off the controls for a brief moment, giving the three of us a thumbs up.

“So glad to have your approval,” Carson says dryly. “As far as waiting until we make it back to the States, you’re lucky that I’m such a magnanimous boss,” he continues haughtily, though I know he’s being silly.

God, to see him being so lighthearted and playful sends a throb through my heart. He’s not just my boss anymore, though; that’s something I have to keep reminding myself of.

Carson is in love with me. We’re going to be pursuing a relationship. For better or for worse, we’ll be at each other’s sides. With as much as we’ve faced so far, I have my doubts that anything will come between us in the future.

Then again, I’m not a fortune-teller, but my intuition tells me that Carson and I have a long and wonderful future ahead of us. I won’t be divulging that thought so soon, however. I don’t want him to get a big head—or, well, a bigger head.

“Magnanimous boss aside, I’m exhausted and my face hurts. Come on Carson, let’s leave the old married couple to their bickering,” I announce cheekily.

Mike sputters, and Taylor reaches out to give the chunky man a playful shove.

“We’ll wake the two of you up once we’re back in safe territory,” Taylor calls back to us.

I walk back into the cabin and settle into my seat. Carson sits down beside me, and I sleepily allow my head to rest on his shoulder. He wraps a comforting arm around me, and for the first time in what seems an eternity, I feel at peace.

As strange and unlikely as it is, this small town girl from Colfax has made a place of her own in the big city of Seattle. Beyond that, I’ve forged a place in the heart of the intense, sweet and utterly amazing Carson Sharpe, CEO of SharpeFocus and trailblazer in the global real estate industry.

Except maybe in Russia…

A smile sneaks its way onto my face in spite of myself, and I resolve to tell Carson that joke a little later, perhaps when the wounds—both literal and figurative—are less fresh. For now, I can hear his breathing slowing to an even tempo, indicating that he’s drifting off to sleep. The last thing that crosses my mind before I fall asleep myself is what a PR nightmare this could be.