Page 5 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

I did not tolerate bullies. Period. Full stop. Fuck that. Yes, I was the girl who showed up with cookies, but I was also the girl who would go to battle for the little guy. Us little guys had to stick together.

“Are you going to stop this?” I asked Chief.

“They’re just blowing off steam. Sometimes it’s best to let them work things out themselves.”

I was already making my way over.

Chief sighed behind me. “Oh hell.”

I didn’t care how hot the bully was. I wasn’t about to watch someone get throttled on my first damn day.

“Hey!” I shouted, marching right up to them.

I didn’t think they heard me.

I didn’t know what came over me, but I grabbed Tall Drink’s wrist, which was very muscular, and jerked. “Why don’t you back off, asshole?”

The poor mechanic stared at me with wide eyes. I barely noticed him. My glare was aimed directly at the asshole—the sexy asshole—and hot damn, he was gorgeous. Mean but gorgeous.

He locked his brown eyes on me. Whiskey. That was the color of his eyes. Like a Tennessee whiskey. And then Chris Stapleton was in my head and my mom’s description of the song as “belly rubbing” music had me feeling all warm and weird.

His long black eyelashes blinked once. The thick brows above those beautiful eyes looked like two caterpillars trying to crawl closer together as his brow furrowed at me.

Shit. What the hell was I doing? The man towered over me, his whiskey glare burning me alive. Maybe I should have offered him a cookie instead of trying to play hero.