Once we were back in the air, I read a few notes I had about Aria’s dad. Holly walked around and then set some blankets on the couch. I put my phone down and gazed at her as she bent over. I wondered what her position of preference was.
“You don’t even make gawking subtle,” Taylor murmured.
“Why would I make it subtle?”
“Maybe because it’s the polite thing to do.”
“I don’t do polite.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“And what would I be jealous of?”
“Because you know my game in bed is badass and that I could make her moan louder than you could.”
“What? What are you even talking about?”
“I could make her moan louder than you. I can prove it.”
“You’re full of it, Sawyer.”
“Wanna make a bet on it?”
Taylor closed her portfolio and set her pen down. She crossed her arms, as if she was considering my game.
“What’s the prize?”
“The winner gets to pick where the loser has to take them for dinner when we get back to Vail.”
“Anywhere in Vail?”
“Anywhere. And I hope you like steak, because you’ll be taking me out for a big one when we get back,” I said as I stood.
“You’re on, playboy.” Taylor gestured toward the front of the jet where Holly was seated. “Go for it. Let’s see this swagger of yours in play.”
“It’ll only take me a few minutes to talk her into coming into the back with me,” I told her.
As I walked away, I heard Taylor mumble, “Mhmm. Sure.”
She truly underestimated my abilities. And sometimes things like this were just too easy for me. I leaned on the wall that divided the cabin area and Holly’s area. Looking down at her, I found her sitting there reading one of those romance novels with a half-naked man on the cover. Her cheeks blushed when she looked up at me. Flustered and embarrassed, she quickly closed the book, stood, and dropped the book on the edge of her seat.
“Mr. Lombardi!” The book fell off her seat, and she bent down to pick it up. “Sorry, Mr. Lombardi, if I didn’t hear you calling for me.” Holly nervously ran her hand through her hair after she set the book in a drawer. She then ran her pinky along the frame of her face to collect any stray hairs that had fallen out of place.
“Are you blushing because of what you were reading or because I’m standing here?” I asked and smiled at her.
“What?” Holly looked down at the drawer as if she had no idea what I was talking about. “Oh, um…” A huge smile spread across her face as she looked at me. “Probably a little of both, to be honest. You caught me, Mr. Lombardi.”
“It’s a long flight to Stockholm. Want to go in the back with me and take the edge off?”
Holly looked toward the cockpit.
“I don’t want to get involved with anything complicated,” she said. As if that was a deal breaker for me. I smirked.
“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t get involved with people, sweetheart.” Her face paled when she realized I wasn’t looking for anything more than fun. “I’m just looking for a good time and to make you moan.”
Holly looked toward the cabin of the jet.
