Outback Thunder(5)

By: Ann B. Harrison



"Mr. Ward, a pleasure to see you again." He guided Jonas to a seat in front of a cluttered desk and beckoned him to sit down totally ignoring Zoe who chose to stand just inside the door and watch them "I have your new toy fueled and ready to go."

"I can assure you it is anything but a toy, Mr. Wallace. Now if you have the necessary forms for me to complete I would appreciate if we could get on with it. I have a busy day ahead and need to get home."

Zoe hid a smile as the salesman flustered around his desk trying to find the correct papers. She knew Jonas was annoyed by the way he held himself in the chair. It was funny how she could still read him after all this time. Words had not been needed between them. A look or gesture had said it all.

Zoe's heart thumped wildly when Jonas turned his head and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, before turning back to the salesman. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.

How the frigging hell was she going to be able to stand three hours in a helicopter with him? The throbbing between her thighs was getting dangerously out of control.

Swinging around, she pushed open the door and strode out into the sunshine.

I will not think lusty thoughts, he is a man who can't keep it in his pants and had no problem cheating on me. He certainly doesn't deserve to occupy my thoughts anymore than necessary.

Folding her hands over her chest she looked around the heliport and wondered which of the machines was going to be her ride home. Anything to keep her thoughts from sex to get her through the next few hours.

The back of her neck prickled.

"Right, let's go. I have things to do back home."

"Where is that exactly these days, Jonas?"

He looked at her, his eyes deep and dark. "Where do you think Zoe? I would hardly invest millions of dollars and stipulate the major shareholders had to live on site and not follow my own rules, would I?"

"You are fucking kidding me." Zoe clutched at her throat. Stars were spinning across her vision and she knew she was going to start hyperventilating soon. She tried to get a grip but the shock was just too much. "You can't do that." Her throat closed over and she gasped for air.

Jonas grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He wrapped his arms around her and talked quietly. "Just breathe through it, Zoe. Christ, I seriously thought you would have outgrown this by now. You changed considerably since I saw you last. It's a shame you haven't lost that little quirk. You need to calm down before I take you anywhere near a helicopter." Her face tucked into his chest and he stroked her hair gently. The expensive cotton was soft against her cheek. His smell was the same one she remembered underneath the cologne he was wearing. Closing her eyes, she breathed him in and relaxed, ignoring the fire between her thighs.

When her breathing was under control, Zoe pushed him back. Lifting her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, she glared at him. "Why?"

"Why did I buy the shares or why did I move in?"

"Both."

He looked as though he might refuse to answer her for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Your folks were good to me and Bran has always been my best friend. We kept in touch over the years and your Dad even asked my advice now and then." He gave her a wry smile. "When they died I was as gutted as you were, believe it or not. And I was in a position to buy shares in the place. My years of hard work paid off. I'm a rich man now, Zoe, with interests in many different ventures. This one is special for obvious reasons." He turned from her, pulling his silk tie loose and clenched it in his hands. "Look at it like this if it makes it easier for you. It's a great business that just needed a decent capital input and some reorganizing to bring it back to what it was."

"And it just happened to be you, Johnny on the spot? Why don't I believe that you have no ulterior motive here?"

"Because you only ever believe what you want, Zoe. If it doesn't suit your plans then you turn your back and I know what that feels like. Why don't you do the same to me again?" He glared at her. "I'm a big boy now and you can't hurt me. Believe what you will."

He picked up her suitcases and strode over to a smart little red helicopter in the middle of the tarmac. Opening the door, he jammed her bags behind the seat and turned back to her. "Hurry up or I'll leave you behind."

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