Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 Read Online Free Page B

bad form. But I will tell you what my parents lacked in parenting skills, they made up for in monetary assets when they died. I have more money from them, and my own investments, than you could count, and it sits there, waiting for me to spend it on someone like you. If I didn’t feel you were worth it, I wouldn’t bother. You’re doing me a huge favor. I can’t tell you how big. In return, you get a couple stories, a few experiences in the world, and some kickass clothes. Seems like a fair trade to me.”
    Liz bit her lip. She liked everything about Ian. He was upfront, handsome, kind. He was the kind of guy she’d always dreamed about, minus the fame. Too bad his tastes ran toward men, or she’d totally be on his lap by now. “I feel bad though,” she admitted. “Like I’m taking so much from you and not giving anything in return.”
    He smiled then, one of those crooked, I’ve-got-something-up-my-sleeve smiles that had her body begging to find out what it was. Fuck. She’d been almost a year without a lover. Spending time with a scrumptious man that had no interest in her sexually was going to be a strain on her neglected libido. Even his non-seduction tactics were stirring her pot.
    He sat back, watching her over the rim of his glass. After a long moment, he chuckled. “Naked always makes things better.”
    Liz balked. “What?”
    “We’re going to get naked.” He shot up from his seat and pulled her to her feet so fast she gasped. Then he called one of the attendants. “Marissa will show you to my private room. There’s a robe there. Take everything else off and put it on. I’ll do the same, but I’ll change out here. Marissa will take your measurements, and you and I can drink wine and go through the clothing options available in your size. We’ll relax to excessive extremes, get a little tipsy and sleep the hours away.”
    “I think your New York is showing, New York.” Everything sounded great except the naked-under-the-robe part. “How does being naked help?”
    Ian pulled her close and brushed a kiss over her eyebrows. “Because when we strip away everything but our bare selves, it makes everything else insignificant. We’ll enjoy nothing but the real us for a few hours.”
    Color her crazy, but she got it. There would be nothing but the naked truth between them. Nothing but comfort and open honesty. From the way he talked about his family, his money, his life, she gathered he could use a little honesty. She could too.
    When the attendant arrived, Liz followed her to a small room. It was as plush as the main cabin, maybe more so. There was a bed, a dresser and mirrors in every direction. In the closet, there were a few suits and an odd collection of clothes, but Liz grabbed the pale purple robe. When Marissa left, she stripped out of her dress, bra and thong to don the seductively soft robe. A full-length mirror lined the closet and she stared at herself in its reflection. She looked different.
    Her hair was still pinned up and she pulled it free, letting it fall down her back. The woman that looked back at her was anything but the reserved person she was used to staring at every morning. Tonight, with the robe hanging open, revealing the inner curves of her breasts, her semi-flat stomach and the thatch of hair between her legs, she looked seductive. Almost confident. Knowing she could be anything she wanted to be on this trip eased the tension trying to take hold. With Ian, she was free. Tying the belt closed on the robe, she made her way back to the main cabin. Ian was waiting, reclining in his seat, his body covered by a deep gray robe of his own.
    “Holy shit.” He sat up, his eyes appreciative. “You’re fucking gorgeous all undone. It’s like you morphed into a sexy butterfly in that room. Your hair is amazing. It’s longer than I expected. I wish I’d asked you to leave it up so I could be the one to take it down.”
    The way he looked at her did all kinds of naughty things to