Maid for the Billionaire(46)

And practically crashed into Dominic who was standing just outside her room.

He quickly pocketed his cell phone.

She said hurriedly, ―I don‘t want to go to Boston and I don‘t want you to walk away from your life. I just want you to share it with me. I love you, Dominic.‖

He swept her up into his arms and kissed her hungrily. Their hands explored each other with the fervor of lovers reunited. He broke the kiss off and buried his face in her neck. She felt him smile against her skin. ―So, should I call Scott back and tell him that he‘s going to have to find another way to win back my business? He was amazingly willing to help me spirit you away to some safe house if I wasn‘t able to convince you to stay before we landed.‖

Abby pulled back and put an indignant hand on one hip. ―You were going to kidnap me again?‖

He gathered her up, settling her flush against him and joked, ―Is it again if I never actually let you go?‖

It was difficult to stay angry with Dominic when he held her so close. Abby felt that familiar responding quiver of anticipation deep in her stomach. Still, he had to know that things were not always going to go his way. ―This is not funny. What happened to proving that you love me by letting me go?‖

A sheepish smile flit across his face, disappearing almost as quickly as it had formed. ―I never agreed to that. All I said was that I would fly you to Boston. Letting you go was never an option.‖

Abby smacked him in the chest with the back of her hand. ―I came out here because I thought you loved me enough to never see me again.‖

He took her hands in his and said, ―I don‘t love you that much.‖ She gasped in shock, but his explanation quickly warmed her heart. ―I love you more than that. Ask me to give up my company, move to Boston and become a nine to five man and I‘ll do that for you. I love you that much. But don‘t ask me to just walk away. I can‘t walk away. I need you.‖

With a cry of happiness, Abby launched herself into his arms. Tears of happiness were flowing down her cheeks. ―I don‘t know what I would have done if you had listened to me and ended it.‖

He held her at arm‘s length for a moment and said, ―And you‘ll never find out, because I‘m not going anywhere and neither are you. Marry me, Abby.‖

Most women would have shouted yes, but Dominic hadn‘t chosen any of them. He‘d chosen Abby; a woman who considered raising his blood pressure an enticing form of foreplay. ―Will you?‖ she asked ambiguously.

Her answer threw him for a moment. His head cocked to one side. ―Will I what?‖

With a voice as prim as a librarian‘s, Abby said, ―A proposal is generally worded as a question and not a command.‖ In response to his blank stare, she supplied the entire phrase.

―Will you marry me?‖

―Yes, I will. Thank you for asking. I can‘t wait to tell our future children that you are the one who proposed.‖ Dominic laughed and didn‘t even attempt to hide his glee at having outmaneuvered her.

―I did not just propose!‖ Abby said trying to keep the laughter out of her own voice. She swatted at his shoulder, but he only laughed more. ―Take it back.‖

He sidled closer to her, pulling her back into his arms. ―Take back my yes?‖

No matter that it sounded irrational, Abby said, ―Yes. You are not telling our children that I proposed to you on the flight back to Boston after you kidnapped me.‖

Dominic encircled her face with his hands and kissed her lightly, chuckling against her lips.

―Does it really matter who asked as long as the result is the same?‖

Absolutely. Her rebuttal was a simple narrowing of her eyes. She hoped her man was intelligent enough to correctly interpret it.

He stopped laughing and cupped her shoulders gently. ―Abigail Dartley will you marry me?‖

This time she decided to forego any teasing and threw herself back into his arms, ―Yes! Yes!

Yes!‖

Between kisses, he asked, ―Do you still want to see my island?‖

―Now?‖ Abby asked breathlessly. ―Can we do that?‖

Lips slightly pursed with the irony of it, Dominic said, ―Yes, all it would take is for me to inform the captain that I‘d like to change course – again.‖

―Poor Dominic,‖ Abby laughed up at him, imagining the scene in her head. ―He‘ll think you‘ve lost your mind.‖

Dominic said in his deep, velvet soft growl, ―I can think of a few ways for you to make it up to me. It‘s a good thing this will be such a long flight.‖ He went to the phone in the bedroom and called the cockpit. After issuing the new flight plan, Dominic turned back to Abby and said,

―Now, where were we? Oh, yes, you were going to do something to make me feel better about the whole world knowing I‘m stupid in love with you.‖

Abby crossed the room slowly, dropping clothing as she went. ―Not stupid…impulsive perhaps.‖

―Is that what you call having my security men escort you forcibly to the plane? I couldn‘t let you go. I panicked. I hope it didn‘t scare you.‖ His voice went up an octave in surprise when a naked Abby yanked his shirt out of his pants. His eyes widened with pleasure at the boldness of her actions.

―Do I look scared?‖ she said as she pulled him closer by his belt and began to undo it.

―No,‖ he said huskily, a telltale sexual smile spreading across his face.

Thoroughly enjoying his bemusement, she slid his pants and boxers down his legs with a deliberately slow pace, enjoying his shiver of pleasure when he felt her breath against his thighs.