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I walked away for a moment to grab my bearings and went in search of more napkins. There wasn’t another one in sight. When I returned to my spot, Mr. Beautiful called to the bartender, “Hey, Louie. Can I get a glass of club soda and some paper towels down here?”
“Sure thing, Trip.”
Trip?
“Your name is Trip?”
“Sometimes.”
“I’m in a freaking airport bar with a guy named Trip?” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“And you are?”
What the heck, I would never see this man again. I glanced down at the travel catalog I’d been sifting through when my eyes landed on the cover. “I’m…” I hesitated, then lied. “Sydney.”
“Sydney…” he hissed out, skeptically.
“That’s right.”
Swallowing, I had to look away for a moment. Even with my gaze pointed away from him, I could feel the weight of his big hazel eyes on me. The heavy scent of his musky cologne was all-consuming. His tall, overbearing presence in my periphery made it difficult to focus my attention elsewhere.
The bartender returned and handed him a glass and a handful of napkins.
Trip lifted his brow at me. “You want to get the stain out?”
I nodded, my skin prickling as he leaned in. Within a few seconds, everything went from hot to cold as a shock of wetness hit me, seeping through the material of my shirt as he poured the soda water slowly and directly onto my chest.
“Ah! What the…what the hell are you doing?” I spewed, looking down at the wet spot on my designer shirt.
“You want to lift the stain out, don’t you? The carbonated water will do it. It just needs to soak for a while.”
“The stain isn’t that big. You just poured water all over the front of my shirt!”
“There was no easy way to avoid that.”
“You could have not done it!”
“That wouldn’t have been any fun.”
I looked down at myself. My nipples were peeking through the wet fabric. “You can see right through my shirt now!”
“I’m painfully aware of that.” He sucked a breath in, his eyes glued to my chest. “Christ, are you not wearing a bra?”
“Actually, I’m not.”
He finally looked up. “Might I ask, why you’re at an airport with no bra on?”
Clearing my throat, I said, “I wanted to be comfortable on the flight. Plus…I’m…perky. I don’t really need to wear one in general. Well, at least, I didn’t until you poured seltzer all over me! I wasn’t expecting a strange man to assault me with water.”
His eyeballs descended upon my chest again. “Perky…huh?”
“Could you not stare at me like that?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting...”
“To see me practically naked? You don’t say…”
He laughed guiltily. “What am I supposed to say? Look, I came here for a bite to eat and got way more than I bargained for. You have fantastic tits. You’re right. They are perky…just like their feisty owner.”
