He grinned as he looked around the plush interior of the jet. He’d resisted getting his own air transportation for years, wanting to use as little money as possible to work his way to the top of his field. Julian had wanted to make it on his own, never using the Sinclair dynasty to propel him to the top. He’d lived in a small, crappy apartment, paying his dues in Hollywood and making a living however he could until he clawed his way up the ladder.
There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that almost no one in Hollywood had known he was related to the billionaire Sinclair family and that he was actually obscenely wealthy himself. Sinclair was a common last name, and nobody had ever asked. Very few of his closest friends had even known, and the few who did hadn’t outed him. Julian had struggled right along with them as he’d built a career like a normal person, brick by brick, year by year, getting a little bit closer to a starring role in a movie by playing any role he could get.
When he’d finally reached the pinnacle he’d always dreamed about as a kid, his identity had inevitably been discovered. And when he finally decided to spend some of his money, he hadn’t spared any cost in getting the best private jet money could buy. Not spending and just investing had made Julian even richer, and he had more money than he could spend in several lifetimes. He commanded a very high price for his films now, too, and he’d earned that money on his own talent.
Having done without for over a decade had made him realize how little he really needed, but he had enjoyed spending it on a few toys after his real identity was revealed. His jet had been his ultimate splurge. If he was going to travel like he did, comfort was a priority.
His bedroom and bathroom might not be enormous, but they were loaded with every necessity a person required to travel long distances comfortably.
Frowning as he heard Kristin fumbling with the doorknob, he moved forward and almost ran into her as she exited the bathroom.
Moving back to survey her face, Julian could tell she was feeling better. She was dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a green sweater that made her damp hair brighter and sexier than he’d ever seen her before. Hell, not that it mattered. His cock was instantly hard no matter what she was wearing.
He remembered that she’d referred to herself as overweight, which was far from reality. Kristin had a curvy body, a small waist, and a nice, full ass that had left him stroking himself off more than once to thoughts of having his hands all over every one of her naked curves as he brought her to a screaming climax that she’d never forget.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly as he stared down into a pair of emerald eyes that made his gut ache.
“Yeah. I think so,” she answered, moving around him to close her suitcase.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, feeling even worse as he looked at her mortified expression. “I didn’t know you had motion sickness.”
Looking away from him, she admitted, “I’ve had it since I was a kid. My mom finally started to let me ride up front and it got better. If I’m driving, I’m fine. If I’m sitting in the front seat, I’m fine. But put me in the back of a car where I can’t see where I’m going, and I’ll be throwing up by the end of the ride.”
“Is that why you didn’t want to go to Vegas?” He took her by the hand and led her to a plush cream seat across from him at the dining area, not liking the fact that she’d stopped arguing with him. That meant she still wasn’t herself.
“Partly,” she confessed, putting her palms flat on the table as the plane started to move. “We’re leaving?” she squeaked.
He nodded. “Fasten your seat belt.”
He’d let her face the front, his back to the nose of the plane.
“Julian, this is crazy.”
He smiled, knowing she was getting her spunk back again. “Then let’s be crazy, Scarlet. Run away with me for a few days. Let’s go to Micah and Tessa’s wedding and have a good time in Vegas. You have to be back for work on Monday, and I have to leave to shoot on location. In the meantime, let’s just relax. Everything is taken care of, and you have no reason not to go.”
He watched as she chewed on her bottom lip, obviously thinking about the alternatives. “Then you get your way. I hate that. I have a feeling you get what you want way too often.”
“Hardly ever,” he lied, standing to fasten her seat belt and then sitting down across from her again and buckling up himself.
“Why are you really doing this? Maine is a long way out of your way to pick up a wedding guest.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I never stopped thinking about that sexy kiss you gave me.”
Her face flushed as she answered, “I gave you? You kissed me, remember?”
Shaking his head, he replied, “I distinctly remember you throwing yourself at me, Scarlet.”
Honestly, he’d been fucking desperate, and he’d been tempted to pin her to the bar and nail her on the spot. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been possible. Maybe she hadn’t initiated that kiss, but she’d responded. Her hot capitulation, and then her eager participation, had made him damn near crazy.
“You wish,” she snapped back.
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
Kristin sighed. “Does Hollywood make you feel like you have to flirt with every woman you meet? We used to just fight.”