A Billionaire Boyfriend For Christmas - Holly Rayner Page 0,30
until the end of Friday to leave for Wyoming. Instead, Ken made arrangements for his jet to take off at three. Right after lunch, Adison discreetly packed up her things and went down to meet him in the lobby.
She wondered if anyone at the Montoya Foundation knew they were taking a trip together. If so, she wondered how it looked. Did she come across as a teacher's pet? Someone who was stealing Ken’s favor even though she was the newest addition to the company?
She certainly didn’t think she was either of those things. No, scratch that—she knew she wasn’t. Ken had made as much very clear.
He waited by the building’s front doors, talking on his cell phone. When he noticed her approach, he finished the call and put the phone away.
“Right on time.” He nodded at the small, rolling suitcase she’d packed the night before. “You’re traveling light, I see.”
“I usually do.”
She’d always been an efficient packer, and coiled in that one suitcase were enough clothes for several days, plus a paperback and the essential toiletries.
“The car’s right out front.” He led the way out of the lobby. Instead of walking to the parking lot Adison was used to heading to, they climbed into a running SUV in front of the Montoya Foundation.
It was nice and warm inside the car, where the seats were leather and there was a partition between them and the driver. The whole setup screamed luxury.
She buckled in, already feeling excited about the trip. Merely leaving work early on a Friday was enough to get her juiced. It reminded her of when her mom would pick her up from school early to leave on a family trip.
“What are you smiling about?” Ken asked.
“Was I smiling?” She hadn’t realized it.
“Yes.” A grin flicked at the corner of his mouth.
“I was thinking about my mom…and the trips we used to take together.” She turned to the window. It wasn’t a conversation topic she felt like opening right now.
“Do you travel together often?” Ken asked.
“We used to.” Adison kept looking out the window. She thought he might ask her to explain further, but to her relief Ken didn’t pry.
A short drive later, they arrived at the airport where the driver took them right onto the tarmac, bypassing the headache of checking in and going through security. For the first time in her life, Adison found herself looking up at a sleek, white private jet.
The car stopped in front of the stairs, and the driver jumped out to open Adison’s door.
“Thank you,” she told him, feeling like a princess. Was this the way it was every time Ken traveled?
She went to get her suitcase from the trunk, but a flight attendant had already grabbed it. Up in the plane were more leather seats, a cozy couch area, a flat-screen TV, and a mini bar.
“Wow,” she said under her breath.
“Make yourself at home.” Ken opened up the mini fridge, grabbed two bottles of water, and handed her one.
She sat in one of the seats next to a window, putting her water bottle in a cup holder. Talk about legroom; she could do a workout on this jet if she felt like it.
“Do you fly much?” she asked.
Ken took a seat across and down one from her. They were sitting in a little cluster of four chairs.
“Seems like all I used to do was travel. I’m happy to say I’m doing more and more business in Buffalo, though.” He paused. “I love it there.”
“Me too. I don’t think I’ll ever leave.”
“You grew up there?” he said.
Their conversation was interrupted by the flight attendant popping over to see if they needed anything. Coffee? A cocktail?
“I ordered dinner from a vegetarian place,” Ken told Adison. “Since I didn’t know…”
“I eat everything,” she assured him.
“Good.” His face lit up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The flight attendant left after they assured her they had everything they needed, closing the curtains that separated the front of the plane from the main part.
Moments later, the plane’s engines rumbled beneath them and they started rolling to the runway.
“You were telling me about where you grew up,” Ken reminded her.
“Here. Buffalo.” She fingered her water bottle cap. “As an only child. And you?”
“New York City.”
“So that’s where your no-nonsense attitude comes from.”
He smirked. “Who? Me?”
The plane tilted as it took off, making Adison’s stomach churn. She held onto the edges of the seat, not liking this part at all but taking comfort in knowing it would be over soon.
“Here.” Ken