“Passports?”
“I have mine. Levi mentioned that he had Amelia’s and his with him.”
We pull away from the house, and Douglas drives us into the city to where Levi works. I’ve seen the hotel that he owns in New York, but I don’t know where Luxenberg Enterprises itself is located.
The building stands tall, looming above us among other skyscrapers. Do they own the entire building or just a handful of floors?
We wait outside in the loading zone when Levi climbs into the front seat.
“Do you have your passports, sir?” Douglas asks, reaffirming that we’re ready for our flight.
Levi taps his interior jacket pocket. “Amelia’s and mine.” He glances over his shoulder at me.
“My passport is in my purse. I double and triple-checked.”
“Good.”
Douglas whisks us away toward the nearest airfield, which happens to be where Levi’s private plane is located.
It’s already gassed up and waiting for us.
Douglas grabs our bags and carries them over to the plane, making sure we have everything while I unbuckle Amelia from her seat.
“Will we need the car seat for the airplane?” I ask, gesturing to the vehicle.
“She’ll be fine for a couple of hours on the flight. I have one waiting for us when we get our ride in Paris.” Levi holds out his arms to take Amelia. He carries her up the stairs and into the private jet.
I follow behind, taking all of it in.
It’s swanky, spacious for such a small plane, and it looks super comfortable compared to flying coach. It’s even nicer than first class, and that was a once-in-a-lifetime event for me.
We get on the airplane. Levi buckles Amelia into a seat and sits down in the nearest one beside her.
I opt to sit behind their row.
Amelia spins around, her chair turning to face me. She giggles excitedly. “This is fun!”
“You have to sit forward when we take off,” Levi says, turning her seat back around and locking it in place.
“You’re a stinky poo,” Amelia says, sticking her tongue out at her father.
Levi turns and directs his attention at me. “Did you teach her that?”
I laugh under my breath. “No, but she’s right.”
“Oh, is she?”
I keep hoping that he’ll flirt with me. That we’ll return to the flirty and undeniable banter between us. Where the sexual tension gets so thick that you need a knife to cut through it. I’ve never been into knife play, but for this man, I’d do anything.
I swallow that thought down.
Levi’s attentive gaze never leaves mine. “I’ve never known you to be quiet,Airplane Girl.”
“Really? Do you want to go there?” I ask. I’ve refrained from calling him Panty Thief in front of his daughter, but I just might have to take things up a notch.
The tension seems to slide right off his shoulders as he stalks closer. His hands fall to the armrest, trapping me in my seat as the flight crew head to their cabin.
“Where’s Amelia’s iPad?” he asks, his breath practically teasing mine.