Meant for Love (Meant For #3) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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The plane coasts into the clouds, and I look up as Ricky walks toward me, smiling. “I have coffee or tea or mimosa.”

“I’ll have a mimosa,” I say, knowing I will be okay since I’m landing in six hours, “but just one.” I hold up a finger.

“Perfect,” she replies. “I have your fruit platter as well as a platter of cupcakes.” I just stare at her. “Along with sandwiches from the bagel shop you love.”

“What?” I ask, surprised and a little shocked. Well, not a little, like a whole lot shocked. “How?”

“It was on your list,” she says. “I’ll be back.” She turns to go back to the galley, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.

“How in the hell did he know about my favorite bagel shop in New York?” I ask myself because there is no one else I can ask. “That is so fucked up.”

“Also, if you want, I laid out a pillow and a blanket for you in case you wanted to nap,” Ricky offers once she comes back with my mimosa. I pull out the tray table from the side of the chair. She walks over to the seat in front of me, opening up that tray table, where she also puts a bottle of water for me. I take a sip before she comes back with a platter of fruit that looks so fresh, I just want to eat it all, but what I’m really looking at is the plate with my pumpernickel everything bagel in the middle of it filled with scrambled eggs and sausage.

“Thank you, Ricky,” I say, grabbing a piece of bagel and taking a bite. I finish eating the bagel and grab my laptop, opening it up and pulling up the Cottrell Group file I started reading through yesterday, when I agreed to go see what they were all about.

I move from my chair to the couch to work, only looking up when Ricky comes over to tell me we are landing in ten minutes. I close my laptop and store it back in my backpack before sitting in my seat. I see the sun shining down in LA just as bright as in New York. My hands start getting clammy as I watch the plane descend, touching the runway. I close my eyes, trying to beat the nerves away as the plane slows down. Ricky gets up as soon as the plane comes to a stop, and I unbuckle my seat belt.

I stand, smoothing out my pink pants before walking over to put on my matching jacket. I grab the handle of my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. The door opens, and Ricky turns to give me the okay to step off. “Thank you so much, Ricky,” I say before I walk out of the plane. Stopping on the first step, I see Nash standing there, or better yet, leaning on the hood of his black car. He’s wearing dress pants and a white button-down shirt that is opened at the collar. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, and his arms are folded across his chest. One foot is on his bumper, and I swear he oozes sex appeal without even trying, which makes me even more annoyed. He stands when he spots me, smiling as he takes off his aviator glasses. “There she is,” he says, his voice sending shivers up my spine as I walk down the stairs to the last step.

“Here I am,” I confirm when I take my first step on the tarmac.

Nash closes the distance between us, and I can see his crystal-blue eyes. He wraps one hand around my waist before he bends his head to kiss my cheek, making my knees weak. “Welcome to LA, Zoey.”

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Nash

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against my chest, and look down into her green-gray eyes and the soft freckles on her nose before I bend my head. I want to kiss her plump lips, but I know if I do that, she might kick me in the balls. Instead, I bend and kiss her cheek, smelling the hint of her perfume. “Welcome to LA, Zoey.” I let her go even though my hands itch to pull her back to me.

“Thank you,” she says. “Glad to be here.” She tilts her head to the side. “I think.”

I put my head back and laugh before some guy wheels over her pink luggage. She goes to grab it but I beat her to it, her hand landing on top of mine. “I’ve got it.”

“Oh, okay.” She quickly yanks her hand back from mine. I can already see she is trying to move away from me, but I don’t let her. I put my hand on her lower back, ushering her to my car.

“How are you feeling from the flight?” I keep the conversation very neutral, knowing there will be time to talk about work stuff later.


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