The Tycoon's Captured Heart by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

without me, Scarlett.”
    Her chin went up with defiance.  “Yes.  I am.”  She wasn’t letting Grayson push her around! 
    “On whose plane?” he demanded furiously.  He knew the others’ schedules and they weren’t flying out until tomorrow either.  In fact, he was the first to leave, knowing that Scarlett had to get back to meet with some damn client.  If he had his way, he’d just buy her a house every couple of weeks so that she could decorate it and she’d never have to meet with another stranger again.  It made his stomach clench every time she was meeting with someone new, someone who could hurt her. 
    “I’m flying commercial,” she told him and walked towards the bathroom to get her toiletries.
    Those words were like a red flag in front of a bull.  She was only doing that to make him furious, and it was working!  “Like hell you are!” he told her with a growl.  “You’ll fly back with me tomorrow morning!  That’s the end of this conversation, Scarlett,” he told her with a glare down into her equally angry, blue eyes. 
    Scarlett glared back at him for a long moment before she walked into the bathroom and packed up her toiletries.  That man made her so angry!  She stood in the bathroom for a long moment, her makeup bag clenched to her stomach as she fought the need to either burst into tears or burst through that door and pound on his hard, muscular chest until he realized how perfect they could be together. 
    Why had he walked away after their one night?  What had she done wrong?  Why hadn’t he enjoyed it as much as she had?  She walked back out, her arms loaded with her makeup and shampoo. 
    “You can’t stop me from flying out, Grayson.  So just get out of my room.”  She dumped her toiletries into the suitcase, not caring about the disorganized mess. 
    Grayson wasn’t budging.  In fact, he moved closer.  “Don’t push me, Scarlett.  You’re not flying on a commercial flight.  You won’t even be able to get a flight out tonight.”
    She poked his chest.  “Watch me!” she challenged right back. 
    Grayson was furious that she was acting so insulted.  But he also knew her well enough to know that making commands wasn’t going to get her to see reason.  Trying to calm down, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to be logical about this.  “Look, why are you in such an all-fired hurry to leave?  Why not just hang out until tomorrow when we can fly back to New York together?” 
    “Because I’m leaving tonight,” she told him, no explanation was necessary.  She just wanted to get away from him.  Needed to get away from him! 
    “You’re not leaving here without me, Scarlett,” he warned her, hands on his hips as he glared down at her. 
    Scarlett was so hurt by his attitude and all of that pain was coming out as anger.  Fury, actually. 
    “And what are you going to do to stop me?” she demanded. 
    Grayson considered picking her up and tossing the annoying woman over his shoulder, carrying him to his own suite and locking the doors.  Oh, yeah, the things he’d like to do with her in his own bed, where he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed.
    Unfortunately, his conscience wouldn’t let him do that.  Not again. 
    His eyes shifted.  “You want that idiot down the street from you, don’t you?” he asked, completely throwing her off. 
    Scarlett had no idea what he was talking about.  “What guy?”
    Grayson rolled his eyes.  “The one all of the ladies were trying to get me to help you attract?  The boring accountant you had your eyes on?  Are you so fickle that you can’t even remember the men you’re supposedly in love with?”
    Scarlett vaguely remembered the guy but she had been too wrapped up in Grayson’s presence that Mark What’s-his-name had flown out of her mind.  “What about him?” she asked, still not sure she could even remember what the guy looked like.
    “Do you want him or not?”
    Pride was an ugly thing,