EXAMS ARE OVER! Thanks to everyone who wished me good luck. You'll be proud to know that I finished the semester with 3 As, 3 Bs, and 1 C. Well, you can't win 'em all. Who needs Earth Science anyway!

In celebration of summer and passing the year, I've been typing like crazy. I have two new stories lined up to publish: one is a short and sweet three shot, the other a story I've been working on for a while. I'm putting the finishing touches on a steamy lemon in Misery Business and I have new chapters of Something About You, Naughty Neighbors, Playing Fair, Hell Hath No Fury, and Kill Me Now nearly ready for my best friend/cousin to edit.

Just a little something I've been cooking up to thank all the people who supported me and my erratic updating this year. As an avid fanfic reader, I know exactly how it feels to wait and wait and wait for your favorite story to be updated. I'm just happy I have people waiting for me to update my stories. It makes me feel all happy and special and shit.

Okay, enough with the rambling, on to the story.

Chapter Four: Adjusting

LPOV

He reached out a hand and slid his fingers through my hair, holding fast my nape as he angled his head and closed his mouth over mine. Evocative, intensely sensual, he played me with shameless ease, tasting the soft inner tissues, probing my tongue with his own, teasing, until I moaned in response, puckering my lips for more.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

"Dammit, Clearwater, wake the fuck up!" My eyes flew open and I shot up out of shock. Jacob was standing over me, arms folded in impatience. He had obviously been trying to wake me for an long while.

"That was so unnecessary..." I mumbled, running a hand through my hair and frowning when my fingers caught on a couple of tangles near the crown of my head. Throwing the soft, warm blanket off of myself, I swung my legs off of the couch, looking up at him. "How long was I out for?"

"Oh, I don't know..." He made a show of checking his watch. "Three hours. But we're going to land soon, so I decided to wake you up." He frowned at me. "You know, in case you wanted to freshen up or something."

Only pride made me keep my composure enough to scowl at him, but when he turned away I pushed another hand frantically through my hair, smoothing it out again. Then, as suddenly as I'd began, I stopped. I didn't have to impress him. But I still didn't want to get off of the jet looking like he just dragged me in off the street, and that thought alone made made grab my purse and move to the bathroom.

After finishing my business, I glanced at myself in the mirror, cringing when I realized that the state of my hair was a lot more dire than I'd thought. I grabbed my brush out of my purse, ripped my tie out of my hair and got to work.

To be honest, when I'd gotten ready that morning, I dressed with the intention of being as low-key as possible. I didn't even put on any make-up at all and didn't think to wrestle with my contacts, opting for my glasses instead. It was all in the hopes that he'd take one look at me and regret whatever thoughts he had regarding a sexual relationship between us.

No such luck. The heated look he'd given me this morning was enough to tell me that I'd failed miserably. It almost seemed as if he wanted me more because of it, which was most definitely not my intention.

But despite the company I was forced to keep, the jet was very nice. It really was true what they said. Being rich really opened doors for you. Even though I was tense from sitting so near him for that long period of time, I was still apt enough to fully appreciate my surroundings. The general area of the jet was ridiculously large, with a plush living room like set up, a nicely sized bathroom, and even a small kitchen. There was a super high-tech looking entertainment area complete with a computer, a printer, and WI-FI.

When I first caught a glance at our traveling accommodations, I tried not to look so overwhelmed. Just thinking about the fact that he had a private jet made me break out in a cold sweat. It just proved how separated we were and made his behavior that much more confusing.

It wasn't like I was not used to nice things. I might be frugal by nature, but I liked nice, quality things that lasted so I got my money's worth.

Take my clothes, for instance. I didn't have a large wardrobe, but I bought as many nice clothes as I could. Not the latest fashions by the top designers, -I couldn't afford that- but well made dresses and suits, camisoles, and real silk and satin shirts in mix and match colors for work, many types of comfy satin nightwear, a few nice evening gowns for various business dinners, genuine leather shoes and bags. My jewelry was minimal, all off it kept in a small box in the back of my underwear drawer, but not too expressive because I only really preferred silver and gold over the flashiness of shiny, expensive gems. My only real indulgence was undergarments. There were a few shops I knew that sold very nice, quality lingerie on a budget and I took advantage of the few sales they had offered. I used to wonder why I even bothered, seeing as there was no action under my clothes to begin with.

Guess that's going to change now...

Having brushed my hair through, I decided to leave it loose around my shoulders and down my back, admiring the way my braided ponytail had left if wavy. I tossed my hair tie into my purse and was glancing at my silver watch when I left the bathroom.

"Hey, do you know what time it is? I have to reset my wat-" I looked up and stopped speaking when I saw the look he was giving me. I raised a brow when I saw my cellphone in his hands. "Why do you have my phone?"

"It buzzed... Your dad was sending a text... At least I think he was..." He said, giving it to me. I glanced at the badly composed text message and regretted not teaching him how to control the buttons. I tried my darnedest to decipher it, and finally concluded that he had made it to Forks safely.

"It's a text. He told me that he made it back to Forks okay." I said, thinking of the abundance of fish I would have waiting for me when I got back home, thanks to he and Charlie Swan's infamous never ending fishing trips. I grimaced and adjusted the time on my watch.

"Why'd you send him to Forks?" Jacob asked me as soon as we were strapped in for landing.

"He needed a vacation. He's staying with a friend of his until I get back." I replied, fishing a magazine out of my bag to read, hoping he'd get the memo that I didn't want to talk at all. I flipped it open and kept my eyes trained on an article about make-up, feeling his eyes burning into the side of my face.

"Well, I hope he enjoys it." He said, a dangerous undertone in his voice telling me not to push him any further. I knew that I was going to be walking on eggshells around him for the duration of my stay and was not looking forward to it at all.

Even though I'd wanted the landing to last longer than it had, it went smoothly and quickly as planned. The flight attendants peeked out from the kitchen, smiling fondly at us sitting together as if we were a young and in love young couple.

How wrong they were...

When it was safe to leave the plane, I unbuckled myself and stood to grab my bag flinching when I felt his warm had grasp my arm. "Remember what I told you: No funny business. If you even hint to anyone why you're really here, you'll be shipped back to the States faster than you can blink and your father in a jail cell rotting before your feet touch the ground. Clear?

"Crystal." I spat through gritted teeth, wrenching my arm from his grip. I grabbed my bag and waited for the doors to open as far away as I could.

A futile effort as he strode over to me and took my hand. "We've gotta keep up the charade." He didn't seemed pleased at all. Well, the feeling was mutual. Then he glanced down at my angry face and smirked coldly. "But it's going to be worth it when I get what I want."

"Yes, I know. The great Jacob Black always gets what he wants, even if he has to get it through..." I paused meaningfully, taking in his darkening features with a bitterly smug satisfaction. "Whatever means possible."

"Leah..." He mumbled dangerously as a warning.

"Yes Jacob?" I replied sweetly, then turned away as the doors slid open and a staircase was rolled beneath it. "Oh look. It's time to go."

He looked close to attacking me, and I took that opportunity to paste a sunny smile to my face, a facade for the benefit of his private jet staff. As we glided down the stairs, he put an arm around my shoulders and pressed his lips close to my ear, a smile nearly identical to mine on his face.

"This is going to be so much fun..." He breathed, sending shivers down my spine. I pulled away and laughed, which sounded a bit hysterical in my ears. Balling my arm up into a fist, I punched his arm. To anyone else, it looked like I was lightly tapping him for a rakish comment. No one but me saw the sliver of pain in his eyes and the warning look he flashed me.

"Don't remind me... Sweetheart." At that moment, a valet delivered his fancy car to the runway and we loaded our luggage. We exchanged a look of challenge as we climbed into the front seat of the car. The moment I closed the door, he peeled out of the runway as fast as humanly possible, his white knuckles on the gear shift the only indication of the tension that was between us.

These coming weeks were going to be hell...

THINGS ARE HEATING UP! I'M SO EXCITED I COULD SPIT AND KICK A TRASHCAN!

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