Always My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,21
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She yawns widely, her eyes already closed. “Are you going to rest, too?”
I shake my head. “Not now, but I will later. I’ve got a little work to do while you rest.”
She nods. “Sounds good. But don’t work too hard.” She yawns again. “Even daddies…” her voice trails off as she’s falling to sleep, “…need to rest.”
Her breathing slows. I watch as her shoulders rise and fall in gentle slumber. I imagine what it would be like if what I really want comes true. Her, here with me, as my constant companion. With her take-no-prisoners attitude, her zest for life, her wit and grace.
She thinks we’re only getting to know each other, and that’s only partly true. She’s only begun to know me. I know everything about her.
Will she freak when she finds that out? Or can I manage to show her how much she means to me? When I set my sights on what I want, I go after it, no holds barred. I just have to stay patient. I can’t take her virginity, not yet.
That’s not exactly my strong suit.
I tuck her in, and get out of bed to fetch my laptop. There’s a little less than an hour left in the flight so she should be able to get a little nap. I sit back in my seat, as I send some emails and reply to meeting invitations from all over the world. I’ve got a shoot in Barbados at the end of the month, and a tour on the East Coast a few weeks later to celebrate a new denim line. I’ve got a line of shaving cream commercials coming up, a gig with a brand new body wash, a two-page spread in a men’s fitness magazine, and I’m supposed to be meeting with a stylist by noon on Saturday.
I own a large string of fitness studios across the country, and I’m in the process of selling some property in Malibu. My work is literally never done. When I finally close my laptop, my eyes are heavy.
I can catch a few minutes of sleep. I tuck her against my chest and wrap my arm around her. She’s my reward for a day’s hard work.
We wake at the same time when a gentle knock at the door warns us we’re going to land soon. She turns to me with a bright smile on her face.
“Could’ve used about twelve more hours.” She yawns, tucking herself against my chest. Her tone turns playful. “Two more minutes, daddy?”
I love this new side of Miranda I’m seeing—soft and cuddly and sweet. I nod, and give her a playful smack to the ass. “Gotta land safely, babe. One more minute, then we get up and buckle. My babygirl will behave herself.”
She grins. “Or daddy will spank me?”
I give her another hard slap. “Absolutely.”
She bites her lip but scrambles out of bed. I follow her. We buckle in our seats and land uneventfully, but I can see her worry begin to return as it’s time to leave the jet.
I reach for her hand and give her a silent squeeze.
A ride waits for us. Stars twinkle in the night sky as my staff retrieves the small bit of luggage from the bottom of the plane.
“This is kind of amazing,” she says, holding my hand. “You just… they all just do what you tell them. And you made this trip happen so fast. I can’t believe we’re already here”
I shrug. “Usually.”
“Lemme guess. And if they don’t, you fire them.”
“Naturally.”
She laughs out loud, her pretty, musical laugh that makes my heart warm.
The driver opens the door. “Where to, sir?”
I nod to Miranda, and she gives him the address.
But as we go to enter the car, a blinding flash arrests me. I turn to see half a dozen photographers snapping pictures at us. My vision blurs with fury.
My bodyguard and I act as one. In half a minute, we’ve got smashed cameras on the ground, photographers running for cover. I’ve got one particularly aggressive son of a bitch by the back of his shirt.
“Just one picture! Who is she?”
I toss him, and he grunts as he hits the ground.
“I’ve got this, sir,” Mack, my bodyguard, says. He gives me a lopsided grin. “You don’t want to mess up that pretty face for the next shoot, do you?”
“Fuck you,” I say with a grin.
I get into the car, only to see Miranda’s wide eyes staring at me. She’s shaking.