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“I’m so sorry, Mr. Carson,” Khloe says.
“It’s Will,” I grumble.
Back arched, she fishes a cloth off the counter and dabs it to my chest. Tension arcs between us, sizzling down the length of our too-close bodies. I haven’t felt this kind of arousal in a long time. It’s definitely not something that comes along every day.
I slip off my suit jacket and work the buttons on my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting changed. I’d rather not spend the next four hours in a wet shirt.”
“Oh, right. Of course.”
“Do you have a change of clothes?” I ask.
“Someone on the ground put my luggage in the outside baggage compartment.”
With only a breath of distance between us, I peel my shirt off and take the cloth from her. I mop the brandy from my chest, and a strange little squeaking sound rises in Khloe’s throat.
“You okay?”
She blinks twice, rips her focus from my chest and straight-up asks, “I suppose you’re firing me for this?”
My attention drifts from her eyes to her mouth as she drives her teeth into her bottom lip. “You think I’d fire you for something as trivial as this?”
“I heard things about you.”
I let loose a laugh and shake my head. “What’s the latest I’m being called, Khloe? Asshole?”
A grin flirts with her lips as her eyes cut to me. “Well, maybe.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear,” I say.
I hand the cloth back to her and step away to grab a clean shirt from my bag. I pull my case from the overhead bin and take out a dress shirt and T-shirt. Khloe still hasn’t moved from her spot.
“Which would you prefer?” I ask.
“Both will probably float on me.” She shrugs. “But I guess I can tie the dress shirt at the waist.”
“Dress shirt it is,” I say, and tug on the T-shirt as I move to the back of the plane to hand the button-down over. Her fingers curl around it, and she glares at me as I stand there.
“Do you mind?” she finally blurts out.
“Mind what?”
“I’m not about to get half-naked in front of you. I don’t even know you.”
“Are you saying if you knew me, you’d get half-naked?” I ask, and keep the smile from my face as her cheeks flame red. Look at that. I guess now I do know how she’ll react when I push her buttons. Truthfully though, I shouldn’t be teasing her.
“Either turn around or point to the bathroom so I can change.”
I jerk my head to the left. “Bathroom’s right there.”
She slides past me, her warm body brushing mine, and her sweet vanilla scent reaches my nostrils.
“What do you like to drink?” I ask, switching focus.
She turns back to me. “I’m easy.”
