The evening settled softly over the city as Rose finished packing the last of her things. Lucas’s flight to Qatar was scheduled within the hour, and despite the calm expression she tried to maintain, her stomach twisted with nerves. Lucas walked in, already dressed in his dark travel suit, looking effortlessly powerful.
“Ready?” he asked.
Rose nodded.
They left for the airport and boarded Lucas’s private jet. The moment Rose stepped inside, her breath hitched. She had never seen anything so luxurious, the cream leather seats, the soft lights, the quiet hum of wealth everywhere. She sat slowly, running her fingers over the armrest.
Lucas glanced at her, amused. “First time?” he asked.
She gave a small, embarrassed nod.
During the five hour flight, Lucas gave her space, but Rose still
