Page 13 of Blue Moon

Chapter 5

Sawyer

The gala? I fucking asked Sol to the gala?

I hated going to galas. In fact, I never went. Beck hadn’t even ordered me to take her.

Dive bar, I’d meant to say dive bar.

What had gotten into me?

In one word, Sol.

She was breathtaking. Classy. Sweet.

Simply put, totally not my type.

But I wanted her. Badly. When she was breathing rapidly in the plane, I could just imagine her breath hitching as she rode my cock until I made her come.

Something I planned to do later tonight.

I doubted my usual tricks would work on a woman like her.

So, if taking her to the gala would help seduce her, then I was happy to play her game.

Especially since I was so proud of how well she’d done in the air. I’d been certain she was going to pass out, but she hadn’t. And she didn’t complain once, even after getting sick. I respected that she had been so positive.

I grabbed the keys to my rental, which was a Corvette. I didn’t have the luxury of picking up Sol in my Tesla, not that I ever drove it. It was parked on the base back in Pensacola. I was such a transient—different city every weekend. No one to call to check in with every night. No one to miss me when I left. But that was the way I liked it, and the only way I had ever lived. Even when I’d been a kid.

I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County and entered the rainbow-painted Robin Williams Tunnel. The Bay Area was spectacular, no doubt. I loved flying here—skimming the top of the bridge, soaring over Alcatraz, and scaring the locals, which was probably why they hated us. Every year, residents protested our visit, saying we were promoting war and luring young men and women to their deaths. What a crock of shit.

The Blue Angels had saved my life. When I was little, seeing them soaring in the sky gave me hope that I could one day have a happy life. I made it my goal to get the hell out of my house and never look back. I studied hard in school and worked my ass off so I could get into the Naval Academy and achieve my dream of becoming a pilot. Being chosen as an Angel was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I exited in Sausalito and drove down a tree-lined winding road until I arrived at Sol’s condo. I parked my car and saw her standing in the driveway, wearing a form-fitting pink dress with a sexy slit right at her thigh.

Damn.

I got out of the car to kiss her on the cheek and then open her door. But before I could say hi, she spoke first.

“Do you mind if I film a quick story before we get going?”

A story? I told her no cameras. Her words immediately jolted me out of my lustful thoughts. Sure, I got that Instagramming was her job, but this was a date, not part of her assignment. Worse yet, she hadn’t even greeted me or attempted to have a conversation with me first. Ha, I sounded like a whiny little bitch.

“Whatever you have to do, lady.”

She blinked at me rapidly.

Crap. I’d come off like an asshole already—not that I cared. I shouldn’t have sarcastically called her “lady.” Beck had made me promise to be respectful to her. And maybe I was judging her too quickly. But I wasn’t fake, and this morning I’d really thought that there was more to this woman.

“I’m so sorry to ask, but it’s my job, you see. If I don’t document this, my PR girl will kill me. It won’t take long.”

Glad to know our date was nothing more than a job to her. I knew filming the flight was her job, but I thought that she actually wanted to go out tonight and have a good time with me. My own horny ass had fallen right into her honeytrap. She just wanted to use me to gain more fans or followers or whatever she called them.

What did she want to film anyway? I could see it now: “My Date with a Blue Angel: How I Gave Him Blue Balls.”

She didn’t even wait for my response as she whipped out her phone, the latest model iPhone, which had only been released this week. Damn, no trend passed her by.

She stood next to me and pointed the phone toward us.