grumbled.
“Because you’re gorgeous, and he was trying to decide which one of us he wanted to go home with,” Jackson said. “After that look though, I’m pretty sure I just won by default.”
“Haha, you’re so funny,” Day deadpanned, stopping short when they stepped onto the plane and into the cabin. There were eight large leather seats the color of caramel in varying configurations. Jackson led Day to one of the bench seats running the length of the plane before taking a seat beside him.
Paolo boarded the plane, winking at Day on his way to the back of the plane.
“He thinks I’m a pro,” Day murmured.
Jackson chuckled once more, wrapping his arms around Day from behind. “He does not. Do I look like the kind of guy who has to pay for sex?”
Day leaned back against Jackson’s broad chest begrudgingly, far too comfortable in his arms. “Have to, no. Willing to do it to keep from running into unnecessary complications? Definitely.”
“That’s what I look like to you? A rich guy who doesn’t like complications?” Jackson asked. He didn’t sound mad, just disappointed.
“Maybe at first. Now… Now, I don’t know what to think,” Day admitted.
The pilot introduced himself over the speakers and announced takeoff. Jackson and Day put on their seatbelts, but Jackson’s arms returned to Day once more. He turned to look out the window as the jet moved faster until the runway was just a black blur, and then they were sailing up into the air. Day’s fingers found Jackson’s, squeezing hard, as his pulse tripled and his stomach swooped. The ground below became smaller and smaller.
“Are we staying in a hotel?” Day asked when the plane finally leveled out and his heart rate returned to normal.
“No. I figured we’d stay at my place unless you want to stay in a hotel?”
“You have an apartment in Miami, too?” Day asked. Jackson was silent for so long, Day craned his head around to look at him.
Jackson hugged Day close. “Yeah, I live in Miami year round. I keep the apartment in LA because that’s where my family still lives, so I do longer stays there when necessary. I have properties all over. Some of them double as safe houses, but Miami is my home.”
Day’s heart sank. “Oh.”
Had Day known that? Had he referenced his life in Miami? Day couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure what he thought about that, so he just settled back against Jackson and closed his eyes, ignoring the way Jackson’s lips skimmed across his hair.
Jackson’s Miami apartment was just as upscale and fancy as his place in LA, but it looked far more lived in. While there was a place for everything, mail was stacked on the counter, there were pictures of his family everywhere, and there were two small dishes on the counter. “You have a cat?”
Jackson shrugged. “Does anybody really have a cat? We’re more like roommates. I found him outside when he was a kitten. His name is Kevin. He’s kind of a dick. I’m almost positive he likes my housekeeper more than he does me.”
Day looked around for any sign of Jackson’s asshole cat, but it was quiet. “Your cat’s name is Kevin? Why?”
Jackson grinned, pulling a bottled water from the fridge, taking a swig and offering it to Day. “You’d have to ask him. We should get ready. I don’t want to be late for my tongue-lashing.”
“Sounds kinky,” Day murmured, setting the bottle aside and wrapping his arms around Jackson’s neck, jumping to wrap his legs around Jackson’s waist, leaving him no choice but to catch Day or let him slide down his body like a stripper pole. Jackson chose to catch him, capturing Day’s lips in a slow, dirty kiss until he was whining.
After a moment, Jackson smacked Day’s butt, and he lowered his feet back to the ground. “You go get ready in the other room. You are too tempting.”
It was a ridiculous lie, but Day blushed anyway, feeling floaty. Jackson had said there was no dress code for the restaurant, but when Day went to spy on him, he’d swapped out his jeans and sweater for a pair of tight-fitting maroon pants, a thin untucked white button down shirt and another pair of insanely expensive shoes.
Day, on the other hand, had pulled his nicest pair of white jeans from his bag and paired it with a button down Hawaiian shirt covered in cheetah print and flowers before shoving his feet into brown loafers. He’d bought it four years ago for