Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
This man has presence. He radiates authority and strength. He’s definitely in first class. He looks so at home here. I can’t imagine that man in the back with Taint and his friends. He would look more out of place than even my dad did.
The flight attendant rushes over to help him, thrusting her chest out as she gives him a radiant smile and some sultry eyes.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asks in a flirty tone that she didn’t have when she offered me the hot towel.
I can’t blame her for laying it on thick.
He’s so hot. Wildly hot.
I can’t take my eyes off him. His bright blue eyes are mesmerizing.
He’s so tall with broad shoulders and a muscular body—the kind that comes from doing physical activities like rock climbing or surfing rather than spending hours in the gym. His white shirt is clinging to him in all the right places, sleeves rolled up his thick forearms, a few buttons undone to reveal the sun-bronzed skin on his chest. His trousers are navy blue, tailored but comfortable, the kind worn by a man who can afford to look casual in thousand-dollar clothes.
He has dark blond hair that’s a little longer than you’d expect from a businessman, but it suits him so well. It’s streaked with the faintest threads of silver. I think about what it would be like to slide my hands into that hair as I gaze into those stunning blue eyes.
He shows the flight attendant his ticket and she points right at me.
I suck in a sharp breath as I duck down, hiding behind the seat. My cheeks turn hot as I blush with embarrassment. Did he see that?
What am I doing?
I try to calm the nerves rippling through my body as I rifle through my bag pretending that I’m looking for something.
A few agonizing seconds later, he arrives at my aisle, towering over the seat. I keep my eyes on my bag as my hand moves around inside. I’m too shy to look at him.
He opens the compartment over his head and reaches up to put his bag inside. I sneak a peek at his stomach and gulp. His white shirt pulls up a little, revealing tanned skin on a delicious six-pack. My mouth waters as my hungry eyes slide down to his belt buckle and then to his pants.
I hear the compartment door slam closed and I jerk my attention back onto my bag. Geez, where are these… headphones.
I grab my AirPods and pull them out of my bag like I was totally looking for them the whole time and not avoiding the gaze of this gorgeous man.
“Is this your book?”
God that voice… It’s deep and raspy and sends goosebumps tingling down my spine.
“Yes, sorry,” I say as I take it and look up at him.
Ours eyes connect and it’s like a jolt in my chest. He doesn’t look away. He just stands there and stares like he’s seeing something special for the first time.
Something low and heavy stirs in my stomach. The air feels thinner. My fingers twitch against the armrest like they’re searching for something to hold on to.
He’s even hotter up close. There’s a day or two of stubble shading his sharp jaw and his mouth is pure sensual perfection.
I imagine this guy in a bathing suit by the pool, all shirtless and sparkling sublime in the sunlight. There’s no way this guy is going to be vacationing at Sleazy Sins with us. He’s probably staying at some secluded mysterious resort that only rich people know about. The kind that never shows up on the discount booking sites.
He smiles, deep and seductive as he looks down at me. I’m suddenly warm all over and wishing these airplane windows could open so I can get some air. He smells so good like rich cologne and it’s teasing me something fierce.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” he says as he sits down, moving with a confident precision, the way dominant men do when they’re used to being in control.
“Not at all,” I say with a lump in my throat as we’re suddenly side by side, about to embark on a four hour plane ride. Together.
My pulse races knowing I’ll be beside this man for the entire flight. How am I supposed to eat or relax or even breathe? I might be more comfortable back there in the vomit seat surrounded by Taint and his dickhead friends.
He buckles his seatbelt and the click sounds so final. Like I’m unable to escape.
I stare at the little TV in front of me as my heart pounds.
Intruding…
He’s not intruding.
He’s invading.
My seating area, my heart, my soul, my central nervous system. He’s taking control of all of it.
And god help me, but I think I like it.
CHAPTER TWO
Adrian
Ifeel trapped in this seat.