“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 thatnevershows 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’resuddenly 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’sinvading.
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
Ifeeltrappedin this seat.
I’m not claustrophobic or afraid of flying. It’s not that.
It’s this girl beside me. I want to get another long look at her beautiful face, but I can’t. My eyes are forced forward, staring at the TV on the seat in front of me, the safety instructions playing as the airplane taxis toward the runway.
I’d give a million dollars to freeze time right now so I could turn in this seat and stare at her all I want. I only got a glimpse of her honey brown eyes and amber hair, but it was enough to stun me. To shake me to my core.
I’m gripping the armrests, heart hammering in my chest as I glance down at her legs, wondering what they look like when they’re not covered with those black yoga pants. It hits me that this beautiful girl will be showing them off on the beach and a possessive side I didn’t know I had roars in outrage. It wants to steal her away and keep her to myself. I don’t want anyone’s eyes on her but mine.
I thought this whole day was cursed. My private jet had mechanical problems, so I had to buy a last minute ticket on a commercial flight. All they had left was this seat on SkyExpress, the worst airline on the planet, but I took it so I could make my reservation at The Aurelia. I had to frantically sprint through the airport like the mom on Home Alone and just barely made it before the doors closed.
I was thinking about abandoning the whole trip, but now I know it wasn’t bad luck. It was something else entirely. It was the universe guiding me toward this moment. Toward this girl. This is fate. One look and I’m already obsessed. I know she’s mine. Nothing else can explain these primal feelings of possession pounding through my body. I must have her.
“Champagne for the takeoff?” the flight attendant asks as she offers us each a champagne flute.
“I’d love one,” the angel beside me says as she takes a glass. She has the most beautiful hands. I get thrown off for a second as I admire them.
“And for you, sir?”
