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“Generally not, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how sad you must be in economy.”
“You couldn’t stop thinking about me, huh?”
He glowered, but the damage was done. I was on his mind to the point he had to come and see me. And I couldn’t say I didn’t know how that felt … because frankly, he was all I thought about all day too.
“So …” Abel held out an envelope to me. “I figured you’d want to join me in first class.”
I stared at him for a minute, wishing he wasn’t wearing sunglasses so I could see his eyes. It was easier to read his expression that way. Without a clue, I had no idea what the hell this meant.
I lifted my eyebrow. “You bought me a ticket to first class?”
Abel shrugged like it was no big deal, shaking the envelope in my face. “Are you going to join? I bet you’ve never flown first-class before.”
He was right, I hadn’t, but I didn’t expect first class for a three-hour flight to be that interesting. Nonetheless, the gesture wasn’t lost on me. And given it was Abel Clarke doing the gesturing, it had to mean something more.
So, I reached out and took the envelope from him. My fingers inadvertently brushed against his. A jolt of electricity shot through me, curling tightly in my belly. No, that wasn’t my belly. The sensation shot right to my core, and I clenched my thighs together.
“Well, thank you.” I forced myself to say, trying not to focus on the desire wetting my panties.
“Come on. Let’s go before the normies recognize me.”
I rolled my eyes at his pretentiousness but rose anyway and grabbed my carry-on, following his lead through the airport to the first-class lounge. I wanted to touch him again, which was an unusual desire. Even with other men I’d liked, nothing like this had ever happened to me. It wasn’t ever this intense or consuming. I needed to know if that jolt before was static electricity or something else.
Static electricity,I told myself. Because wanting Abel Clarke for anything other than the career boost he would give me was dangerous.
I was not a gambler. Sure and steady was my motto.
And one thing was for sure, Abel Clarke was neither of those things. His hand brushed against mine like he was trying to grab my fingers. Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, I inhaled sharply.
Fasten your seatbelts; this plane might be going down.
Four
ABEL
You can tell this production was haphazard at best. No one wanted to be here. Getting a bottle of water sent to my trailer was like trying to find gold. It did nothing to ease my mood as I flicked through the script, trying to prepare and failing not to be annoyed by the cheesy Christmas-ness of it all.
The only good thing about this situation was Scout, as reluctant as I was to admit that. She was growing on me rapidly, more than I was comfortable to admit. And I couldn’t say I was annoyed she insisted we share a hotel room “to ensure I don’t ignore another alarm.” Already, my mind reeled with ways to get her between the sheets and show her how good I could make her feel.
Glancing at Scout, she ignored me completely, busy texting on her phone and giving me the chance to let my eyes linger. Today, she’s wearing a bright red knit sweater with frills on the shoulders, and a pair of gold and jeweled wreaths hung from her ears like being festive for me to sell this bound-to-be-shit-show movie. It wouldn’t, but I liked how the sweater hugged her tight and perky breasts, trailing to her hips wrapped in a plaid pencil skirt. It’s LA, so her legs looked bare, but there was a soft sheen of tights.
Is she wearing a garter belt?That would be sexy as fuck.
My sexy little shadow—making sure I did and said all the right things—was proving to be more interesting and distracting with each passing minute.
“Alright. Are you ready?” She pocketed her phone and turned to face me. Her eyes scanned my body.
Does she find me as attractive as I do her? No, this was more than that. I found a lot of women attractive, and I’m sure she found a lot of men attractive too, but when I wasn’t with her, I had this strange driving need to find her and be next to her. That was different than just attraction.
“You know I am capable of being on time.”
“Well, your track record says otherwise.” She stood and walked over to me.
“I’m a changed man, thanks to you.” She gave me a look, clearly calling my bullshit.
“It’s been two days of you being a pain in my ass. That alone tells me you haven’t changed a lick.”
A lick? I’d give her one if she wanted to sit back on the table and lay herself out like the snack she was.
