I try to hide my disappointment. “That’s probably for the best. I mean, it wasn’t that good anyway.” It’s a lie, and I slink away from him and flop back down in the leather recliner, staring out the window.
We’re high above the clouds. There’s not much of a view. Besides, the ocean is the only thing around for miles and miles.
“Is that what you really think?” Levi asks. He stalks toward my seat, blocking the aisle. Not that I plan on getting up again.
“Are you calling me a liar?” I ask, staring up at him, challenging him. He’s been grumpy. Dishing it back is all I can do to deal with him.
His gaze tightens. “I’m saying that you’re mistaken. You’re so angry with me that you can’t even remember how good the sex was between us.”
“It wasn’t that good.” Another lie. Even I’m not convinced, but I force a smile. “Trust me, Levi. I’ve had better.”
“Who?”
“Seriously? Do you want names?” I’m shocked that he’s not walking away and leaving me alone.
“You mentioned you were married, and your husband was shit in the sack.”
“Did I?” I shrug and really wish I had a book to pretend to read right now. The window isn’t all that interesting, and Levi isn’t dumb enough to think it is. “It was before him.”
He presses his lips together. “I can do better.”
“What?” I say, glancing at him.
“If you think the sex between us was mediocre, I can do better. I was under a lot of pressure, with Amelia next door, and being with you for the first time just threw me off my game.”
I cover my mouth to keep from laughing. The sex wasn’t mediocre. It was downright sinful and made my heart race until I thought it would explode.
Not that I’m about to stroke his ego or anything else for that matter.
“Yeah, to be honest, I had to fake it.” Another lie, and this time his eyes widen.
“You’re shitting me,” Levi says. “Now I know you’re full of it. I can tell the difference between a woman coming and a woman faking it.”
“Can you? Are you sure?” It takes everything in my power to keep a straight face. I’m not sure my cheeks aren’t giving it away, because the small plane is a few degrees warmer than it had been minutes earlier.
“Woman.” His gaze tightens, and he glances me over. “Are you telling me that you felt nothing? Because I know your panties were soaked before I licked you through them.”
“The idea of you was sexy,” I say, and clear my throat, having momentarily lost my voice. “But you and me in bed, it was a disaster.”
There’s truth to that. He has to see it. We can’t be in a relationship. He’s too possessive and demanding. Too bossy, even outside of work. He accused me of planting what, the mommy seed, in Amelia’s little head? What kind of a monster does he take me for?
Oh, right, one of the gold-digging varieties. Well, he’ll regret to find out that I don’t want his money. I never took it to spend on myself.
Good luck finding another nanny half as good and not doing it because he’s a billionaire.
“I don’t believe you,” Levi says.
“I don’t care.” I shrug and shift in my seat.
He’s brooding, and hell, when he’s angry, he’s even hotter. It’s unfair how irresistible this man is, especially when he’s not the least bit charming.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” I meet his stare. How is kissing him going to prove anything?
“If you think I’m a shitty lay, the least you can do is kiss me to prove that there’s no spark.”
It’s just a kiss. I can fake disinterest. “Fine.” I stand and brush at my legs like there’s dirt on me from sitting all of five minutes while talking.