“No.”
I laugh under my breath. “Take a seat, then.”
He’s taller than I realized, and it’s only when he’s sitting down that I notice. It’s always interesting how some men use their height to intimidate, but he doesn’t.
He could, though—intimidate someone, that is. But I’m not sure it would work on me when his scent is so overpowering I lock up after one little sniff. Not in a bad way. Goodness, no.
“If we’re both sitting in the same lounge, what are the odds we’re both going to UAE?” His voice elicits more of a response than what he’s saying.
I squirm on my seat, and he watches me like a wolf does a rabbit, making me squirm even more. For the life of me, I can’t find a single reason I should be worried around him.
“What are the odds?” I whisper before clearing my throat, searching for the usual tethers binding me to my life’s quest, but he’s become the only thing that makes sense.
“Do you have a stopover in UAE?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
He shrugs, not denying it. As he crosses his legs, the movement stirs the air and sends more of his scent my way. I knew he was an Alpha, an attractive one, at that. One second, I’msimply attracted to him, and the next, his scent twists through my body, intensifying everything, adding another complication to my life.
And finally, the voice in my head pipes up enough for me to hear. It’s not what I expected, though. There’s no push to escape or reminder as to what is at stake; instead, there’s a permission to take something just for me and spend a few hours in his arms.
It’s not often you find your scent-matched Alpha. And there’s no mistaking that discovery.
The paradox of us meeting now, when I’m days away from becoming a commodity bride, strikes like a blunt knife.
The space between us fills with the heady notes of his amber scent. My ambition is iced. My worries smooth to something else as he brings a sense of well-being, a taste of the haven he could provide.
He reacts instinctively, instantly and without thought. Exactly how a good Alpha should.
I inhale the gift of his scent, then hold my breath, watching him watch me while I search again for something to tell me not to do this. My subconscious is quiet, enjoying the moment for what it is.
The need for us to speak is replaced by his exotic and inviting scent. Sweet promises get made as we say nothing to each other. If his teeth stay out of my skin, those spur of the moment promises lovers make to each other will be breakable. My heart will shatter, but I don’t think I can deny myself. I want to, I really do, but I also don’t want to.
I eventually remember to answer him. “I actually do have a stopover.”
“Good. I’ll make reservations.”
“For dinner?”
“Bebe,” he purrs, “if we eat, it’s in the privacy of our room. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you that long.”
I hum, squeezing my legs a little tighter as my panties saturate, hearing his promises. His smile somehow gets even dirtier, and his eyes don’t lift from the junction of my thighs.
“Shall we plan to meet up mid-flight? It would do my head in if I thought you were uncomfortable and there was something I could do to help.”
A subtle overhead announcement interrupts us, asking all passengers to make themselves known to customer service.
He watches me closely as I listen, before standing up and coming to squat next to me. “I’ll go see what the issue is.”
His hand falls on the top of his chair, and as he leans down, his breath heats my cheeks. He stops near the shell of my ear. “I hope they’ve canceled our flight, then you’ll be soaking my knot sooner.”
He presses a small kiss to my cheek.
His whispered words and stolen touches remind me of the virtue of being a woman. If I wasn’t leaving for a different future, he and I wouldn’t happen. Since I'm already sacrificing so much of myself, I selfishly refuse to let this opportunity go to waste.
Spending time with him might be one of the greediest things I’ve done in a while. And I can’t think of too many reasons why I shouldn’t get naked and sweaty with him. My stomach is fluttering with excited, nervous energy. I feel like a part of me is finally coming back online after the night at the restaurant with Kade.
I guess I have a type. This Alpha and Kade share good looks and ooze sex appeal. Neither of them comes across arrogant or conceited; their masculine energy is off the charts but balanced perfectly by their lack of brazen ego. Instantly I know it would have been incredible to have them both in my bed at the same time.
