Genevieve’s legs felt like jelly the moment she stepped out of the cab. Was she being cheap? After the entire saga at Clara’s party and the issues with Preston’s sister, was she actually making the right decision? She wondered how Preston would look at her now, she had given him the brush off the entire week only to arrive at the hangar to meet the aircraft that was supposed to transport both of them to New York. She sighed, a feeling of self-loathing washing over her at that moment, but she had no hope of heading back now as she heard the screeching tires of her cab that was zooming off.
Preston stood in front of a golden jet with a banner slapped across its expensive side that read, ‘NORMAN’. She held a gasp when she realized that it was his private jet. With his usual friendly smile, h
