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Chapter 1
Linny
“If this is how you dress on Monday morning, I’d love to get a glimpse of you on Saturday night.”
I close my eyes even tighter. There’s no way he’s talking to anyone but me.
His breath inches over the skin of my neck as he whispers, “Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.”
I thought he was fast asleep.
When I boarded this flight in New York City two hours ago, the man in the seat next to me was already belted in and silent.
It took me a few minutes to realize that his eyes were shut beneath the dark sunglasses he was wearing.
I used that to my advantage. I spent the first half hour of the flight blatantly staring at him.
Broad shoulders, day-old stubble covering his jaw, brown hair that is messed up just enough to promise a sexy, bad-boy beneath the tailored gray suit, black dress shirt and expensive tie.
“I’m West.” His deep baritone voice rumbles through every part of me.
If I could orgasm just from a man’s voice, this would be the one.
“And you are?” he continues talking even though I’m clearly not responding to him. “You’re not asleep. You can stop pretending you are.”
I bite the bullet and open my eyes. I turn to look at him.
Holy hell.
I thought this man was hot when he was wearing sunglasses.
His warm brown eyes add another dimension to how devastatingly gorgeous he is.
“What’s your name?” He looks into my green eyes before his gaze travels over my shoulder length brown hair.
I turn my head so I’m facing forward again. I was the odd woman out when my friends and I decided to take this trip to Las Vegas. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, they lucked out and are sitting next to each other in the third row.
I was stuck with this aisle seat in the first row next to this stranger.
I can’t decide if that’s a bad thing or a very good thing.
“We’ll revisit the name issue.” He slides his hand to the armrest until it’s just mere inches from mine. “I need a vodka.”
“It’s ten in the morning,” I point out.
I catch a side glimpse of him sliding up the sleeve of his suit jacket to look at a silver watch. “In New York. It’s three in the afternoon in London so cheers.”
