Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,24

really going to squeeze into one of those tiny restrooms on the plane with a guy as big as Damian to have a quickie. “He’s a big guy. Even if I would have been inclined to screw some man I barely knew in a tiny bathroom on an international flight, we never would have fit.”

“Did you get his number? Did you give him yours?” Kylie’s voice was enthusiastic. “He might be the one to end your no-O problem.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can you get off your orgasm obsession? I was attracted to him. That’s it. We were sitting together on an airplane. We talked a lot.”

“And he was smoking hot,” Kylie added.

“Okay. Yes. He was incredibly attractive. And while everyone was sleeping, I kissed him, but there was no sex involved.” Never mind that Damian’s kiss was hotter than any of the sex I’d ever had. I wasn’t sure I wanted to share that with Kylie. She’d never stop digging at me about not giving him my number.

“You kissed him?” Kylie’s voice sounded shocked. “Way to go, Nic. I’m proud of you. You’re about the biggest prude I know, but you stepped outside your comfort zone.”

“I am not a prude.” I was a little offended.

“Oh, pleeeaze! Miz I-won’t-sleep-with-a-man-unless-I’m-in-a-committed-relationship,” Kylie teased. “You’ve never had a fling in your entire life.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “And you’ve had a million of them?” I shot back at her.

“No. But I’ve had a few, and I was married for a couple of years.”

She didn’t have to mention that she’d never been unfaithful during the years she’d been married. I heard that shift in her voice, that infused sadness I could always recognize when she said anything about her marriage.

I changed the subject. “I didn’t give him my number because he didn’t ask for it.”

“You could have asked for his,” she suggested. “Or maybe you could have just given him yours anyway.”

“I suppose. But he’s not the shy type. I doubt he would have had a problem asking for mine if he was interested.” I had no idea what I would have done if he’d wanted to see me again, but I was fairly certain I would have given Damian my number if he’d asked for it.

Maybe I had made a fool of myself while I was under the influence of too many cocktails, but I still would have jumped at the chance to see him when my head was clear.

“Now you’ll never know what would have happened,” Kylie said, like not seeing Damian again was a major tragedy. “Did he say why he was here in the US?”

“Business. He said he was here on business. He has his own company. A family business that he took over when his father died. It’s weird, but he spent more time listening to me than talking about himself. He tried to give me a pep talk about what happened at Lancaster, too. He said it wasn’t my fault.”

Kylie let out a dramatic sigh. “And he’s smart in addition to being hot. It wasn’t your fault, Nic. Anybody making that presentation would have been screwed. It just happened to be you. Who could compete with the adventures of a nymphomaniac? Lancaster could seriously use a fixer right now. If you ask me, they blew their chance to grab the best crisis management agency in the world. Don’t let it get to you. We’ll get other chances to go international.”

I smiled. Kylie was hard on herself, but quick to try to comfort anybody else. “How are things at the office?”

“We picked up several new accounts,” she informed me, her voice upbeat. “They weren’t huge, but we’re conquering the entire country one client at a time.”

God, I wished I could be as enthusiastic as the director of my company. Kylie lived for this stuff. She’d actually worked for my mother before I’d taken over, and her talent and expertise had been the only things that had kept me sane when I’d decided to keep my mother’s business. “That’s fantastic,” I told her, and I meant it.

“Now if Macy and I can just find your Mr. Orgasm,” Kylie said impishly.

God, the last thing I needed was my two best friends putting their heads together to find me a man. There was no telling what they’d decide was orgasmic.

“I think I found him, but he wasn’t interested enough to ask for my number,” I mumbled.

I let myself feel the disappointment I’d been holding back because Damian hadn’t asked for my contact