He’s busy with his phone and doesn’t notice right away, giving me a minute to calm my nerves. But when he does, he starts at my lap and slowly makes his way up my body until the most stunning green eyes connect with mine. If we had children, would our kids have green eyes since we both do?
Oh my God, Poppy, shut up.
Some people appear attractive from a distance but are disappointing up close. Not this guy. He’s even better looking front and center—the dazzling smile and suggestive stare cause my cheeks to heat while my heart continues to pound. I’m no match for a man like this.
At least, that’s where my head is until he speaks. “That’s a fine set of legs. What time do they open?”
My jaw drops. Before I form a response, the flight attendant unknowingly intervenes.
“Sorry to interrupt. Would either of you like a water or a champagne?” she asks while holding a tray of both.
She’s pretty and not at all shy about checking out McAsshole, making me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. Can I really blame her?
“I’ll have champagne, please,” I say enthusiastically, determined not to ruin my experience. After accepting the glass she holds out, I thank her with a huge smile, ready to enjoy my good fortune and ignore the jerk next to me.
“I’ll join the lady,” he says.
Not in this lifetime, buddy.
She hands one to him, and I swear she grazes his hand intentionally as he takes it. “Here you go. I’ll be through with an assortment of snacks after takeoff. Until then, enjoy your drink and flag me down or push the call button if you needanything.” She winks at him before moving on; this time, I don’t withhold the eye roll.
Suits turns toward me and raises his glass, causing me to scowl. “Shall we toast our grapes to the carpet matching the drapes?” His eyes follow his statement, going from my lap to my hair, making my jaw drop yet again.
He did not…
“I’m not toasting to that, you pervert,” I say, shaking my head in disgust.
“Oh, come on now, cut me some slack. I can’t be the first person to give you that line with that delectable body.”
“Lovely. There’s more,” I say under my breath, before facing him. “You actuallyarethe first, and I hope the last, to ever say those words. Maybe that will educate you as to what a pig you are.” I huff and turn away.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Nah. I’m just a typical male, sweetheart. I may be the only one who’s said it out loud, but I guarantee I’m not the first to think it. As for being a pervert, you’re probably right about that.”
God, this guy is so annoying. “Please stop talking,” I mutter before taking a sip of champagne.
“I pegged you as a stuffy librarian. But since you felt the need to educate me, does that mean you’re a teacher? Not sure why I gravitated to the librarian when teachers are equally uptight.”
“Seriously? I’m neither, and I don’t appreciate you calling me uptight or stuffy. You don’t even know me.”
“Sorry, you’re right. How about we start over, and you tell me what it would take for you to let your hair down…” He leans toward me and whispers close to my ear, “Because there’s nothing sexier than thinking about bending the teacher over her desk, or you could play the librarian up against the stacks. I could get behind either.” He winks as he rises back up.
The shiver in response to his words comes unbidden, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing his effect on me.
“Can we be done talking now? You obviously have a one-track mind, and I’mnotsorry to say you won’t be reaching the finish line, so you might as well quit now.”
“The word quit isn’t in my vocabulary, sugar. But I’ll give you some time to sit with the vision I planted and check in with you later. Enjoy your drink,” I raise my glass in a mock toast.
The nerve…
Braden
The first thing I noticed was her smell. It was sweet and... cute. That’s the only way to describe it. Initially, I thought it must have been a kid who sat down next to me, but when I saw the fine set of legs from the corner of my eye, it was apparent they certainly didn’t belong to a child.
Working my way up the impeccable body, inch by inch, I decided it was my lucky day when I met the eyes of the little librarian who was checking me out while waiting to board. That’s what I’m calling her anyway, with the bun, the glasses, and that air about her that screamsprim and proper. Although if her fiery red hair is anything to go by, she must have a wild streak, which is my kind of woman.
Man, I’d love to know what she’s like in the sack. Would she keep up this innocent act, or would she become a hellcat in the bedroom? I could be wrong about the wild streak. It might be a rumor, though I wouldn’t know since I’ve never been with a redhead—something I’d love to check off my list, especially if it’s the one next to me. Hell yeah.
I noticed her at the gate immediately and was hoping she’d end up sitting closer, but she took a seat near the boarding door instead. Luckily, she was in my line of sight, so I could at least check her out. She’s understatedly gorgeous. All I could think about was unpinning that hair and wrapping it around my fist while directing her naturally plump lips wherever I wanted them.
