So why is Bastian hot stuff looking at me like he wants to fuck my brains out?Because he is.I’m not a virgin.I know when a man wants to have sex.
What is happening right now?
You know.
Yes.I do, and now I need to respond instead of just staring at him stupidly.
I swallow.“Let’s say I do?”
That sounded much bolder than I really am.
Perhaps I’ve changed.
I’m not curvy-and-a-little-bit-awkward Emily from London.I’m now a little-bit-drunk Emily, who flies first class and almost lives in New York City.
Perhaps this is my time to come alive and be a sexually free woman.
Or Bastian could be the love of my life.
I almost snort at that thought.
“Then,Emily from London, I would say, finish your drink and meet me at the front of the plane in three minutes.”
My mouth falls open.
Bastian climbs out of his seat and gives me a heated glance.My eyes slide down his body—it’s the first time I’ve seen him standing.
Holy fuck.
He’s deliciously tall and even broader than I realized.Watching him stride down the aisle, I catch his tight round ass in a pair of clearly well-tailored suit pants and swear I see his back muscles ripple under his shirt.
I swallow, glancing around, waiting for someone to tell me this is a joke.
Meet me at the front of the plane in three minutes.
I take a large sip of my wine for courage and count down the seconds like an idiot.
I could stay here, but Lexi would kill me.
Heck, I’d bloody kill myself if I let this opportunity pass.
A one-night stand on a flight.I guess we will be waking up together, which will be awkward, and other people might work out what we did...
Oh, fuck it.
I’m drunk enough to not care.
I scramble up, pull my lip balm out of my pocket and slide it over my lips.My mouth goes dry as I glance around the cabin, but my feet start walking.
How is this going to work?
Bastian is...large.
When I reach the front of the aircraft, the flight attendant glances at me, then looks away.
God, she knows.
A door opens and Bastian gives me that dark, naughty smile of his as I step inside.
