Green eyes slide in my direction, and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed or amused.However, there is a small, dark smirk on his lips that’s sexy as hell.
“Bastian.”He almost purrs.
Bastian.
Hottest name ever!
My god, I’m going to burst into flames before this flight is over.I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man in my life.I’m all flushed and can’t stop talking.
“Bastian,” I repeat, and his smile stretches.
“Say that again,” he orders, andgood lord,I feel the dominance in his voice right between my legs.
Not where my knees meet, either.
“Your name?”
When he nods, my cheeks burn hotter and, as sexy as I can, say, “Bast-i-an.”
Christ.I sound like a squawking raven with a Londen accent.
Bastian does this rough growl low in his throat and turns back to his meal.
Um, what just happened?
Did we flirt?
I stare down at my empty plate and wonder if the attraction I’m feeling goes both ways.Surely not.Do we have chemistry?
Our trays are cleared, and the cabin lights dim.Passengers around us plug in headphones and turn on movies, start reading, or simply close their eyes to get some shuteye.
Then I notice Bastian watching me.
I smile.
He glowers back seductively, and my mouth wobbles nervously.What do I do?
“So, no husband, no boyfriend?”Bastian asks.
I shake my head.
“You?”
Shit.
Bastian smirks.“No boyfriend.”
“No girlfriend, I meant.Shit, sorry.”I shake my head, closing my eyes, knowing I sound like an idiot.
“I was teasing.What are you doing in New York?”His body turns to mine slightly.
He was teasing?
Bastian doesn’t look like a man who teases.More the rip your clothes from your body and show a woman just how much man he is, kinda guy.
Or maybe that’s my overactive and hopeful imagination.
I force myself to relax.He’s likely just making conversation, as we have a long flight ahead of us.This isn’t a date.
