God, he loved surprising her.

The look on her face was priceless. Lovely and sweet and absolutely awestruck. It was probably more satisfying than sex. Well, perhaps not sex with her.

Nick watched as Sabrina stared gape mouthed around the plane.

The Falconmobile, as it had been dubbed.

He wanted to impress her, he realized. Maybe this would do the trick. It certainly couldn't hurt his chances that he had a private jet now, could it?

But he might be disappointed if that was all it took to bag her.

She snapped her mouth shut and gave him a sideways glance. There was something mildly disapproving about the look in those gorgeous eyes of hers. He groaned, realizng she wasn’t impressed at all. She was horrified by the excess and ego of it all.

Oh well, the giant initials he'd had painted on as the plane's logo were a bit much.

There was a ten foot high 'N' and an 'F' with a circle around them painted on each side of the bloody plane. Turns out it had been over the top after all, just like Marley said.

Maybe it was a bit much…

"Shall we, my- Sabrina?"

She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled politely. He could tell she was more impressed that he'd used her proper name than by his bloody private jet. But damn if she didn't make him feel like every small victory was winning a prize.

Not any prize. It was like sweeping the Grammys. Or winning the Goddamn World Cup with one, perfect goal.

He felt like a champion from the tiny nod of approval she gave him. Dead right, he did.

Marley and the limo driver loaded their bags onto the plane as the flight crew waited on the steps. When it was your plane, every bloody thing was carryon.

He gulped, taking a look at the crew.

The very pretty flight crew.

Damn, he'd forgotten about them. His, uh, ‘mile high club’ had a few regulars in it. They didn't have to sleep with him to get a job on his jet, of course. But so far they always seemed to want to.

Who was he to fight them off?

But if Sabrina caught on she wouldn't approve. And he wasn’t interested in partaking anymore, he realized with a confused start. Meaningless sex held no interest for him anymore. No woman did, except her.

But she couldn’t know. She mustn’t know the power she had over him. Or his dirty secret.

He knew without a doubt she wouldn't approve of him banging his stewardesses.

She wouldn’t like him. And he knew she did. Perhaps just a little, but it was there.

The girls smiled widely as they climbed the stairs. He shook his head subtly and they all dimmed their thousand watt smiles imperceptibly. Smooth as silk.

Thankfully, Sabrina was too preoccupied to notice any of the subtle interplay. He noticed that her hand was gripping the railing for dear life. She'd nearly stopped not far from the door to the plane.

"Sabrina? Is everything alright?"

He put his hand on her shoulder and she jerked. Christ, the woman was wound up tight! The thought was followed immediately by a dirty one.

He'd like to be the one to unwind her…

"Yes! I'm just- I don't like to fly."

Oh dear. They were embarking on a bloody world tour and she didn't like to fly? That was going to be problematic.

Then again, it could work in his favor.

He gave her a gentle nudge in the lower back and she stepped all the way on board. Once again, her mouth was open. He smiled, knowing this time it was in his favor.

White leather sofas lined the cabin. There was also a bedroom in the back but he didn't have to show her that.

Not yet.

The plane was super deluxe. He'd had a designer redo the whole thing just last year. Now it was minimalist, but still punk rock. He even had instruments on board. A baby grand piano, guitars. And a bar of course.

That gave him an idea.

"Get settled love… I mean, Miss Newton. I just need to have a word with the pilot."

He pulled Marley into the cabin with him.

"Marley, make yourself scarce."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a big plane! Just don't sit too close to us."

He turned to the captain.

"Now, as for you… any way to make the ride a little bumpy- say after about two hours?"

"I can do that. Any particular reason why?"

"I've got a nervous flier on board. I just want to make sure she ends up in my lap. Or vice versa."

Marley rolled his eyes and left as the Captain had a good laugh.

"You got it, Nick."

Nick smiled as he left the cockpit, watching Sabrina nervously take a seat. He knew he had an ace up his sleeve right now.

He literally could not lose.

He had her in checkmate.