his lips as if amused and sips his champagne; his eyes linger on my face as if he has something on his mind.
“What?” I ask.
“Perhaps the guy on the desk thought you were gorgeous and upgraded you to try to impress you.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” I sip my champagne as I try to hide my smile. That’s an odd thing to say. “Is that what you would do?” I ask. “If you were at the desk, would you upgrade women to impress them?”
“Absolutely.”
I smirk.
“Impressing a woman you’re attracted to is crucial,” he continues.
I stare at him as I try to get my brain to keep up with the conversation. Why does that statement sound flirty? “And do tell...how would you impress a woman you’re attracted to?” I ask, fascinated.
His eyes hold mine. “Offer her a window seat.”
The air crackles between us, and I bite my lip to hide my goofy smile.
“You’re trying to impress me?” I ask.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “How am I doing?”
I smirk, unsure what to say.
“I’m simply saying you’re attractive, nothing more, nothing less. Don’t read into it. It was a statement, not a question.”
“Oh.” I stare at him lost for words. What do I even say to that? Statement, not a question...huh? Don’t read into it. This guy is weird...and utterly gorgeous.
The plane begins to take off with speed, and I hold my armrests and scrunch my eyes shut.
“You don’t like take-offs?” he asks.
“Do I look like I like take-offs?” I wince as I hang on for dear life.
“I love them,” he replies casually. “I love the feeling of power as it surges forward. That g-force throwback.”
Okay...why is everything coming out of his mouth sounding sexual?
God, I need to get laid...stat.
I exhale and stare out the window as we go higher and higher. I don’t have the energy for this guy to play cute today. I’m tired, I’m hungover, I look crappy, and my ex is a douche. I want to go to sleep and wake up next year.
I decide I’ll watch a movie. I begin to flick through the choices on the screen in front of me.
He leans over and says, “Great minds think alike. I’m watching a movie too.”
I fake a smile. Just stop being all hot and in my space. You’re probably married to a vegan yoga nut who does meditation and shit.
“Great.” I mutter deadpan. I should’ve flown coach: at least I wouldn’t have had to inhale the scent of a beautiful man for eight long, sexless hours.
I scroll through my screen and then narrow it down to my choices.
How to lose a guy in ten days.
Pride and prejudice.
The heat.
Jumanji...well that has the Rock in it-it has to be good.
Notting Hill.
The Proposal.
50 First Dates.
Bridget Jones’s Diary.
Pretty Woman.
Sleepless in Seattle.
Magic Mike XXL
I smile at my choices. All of my favorites lined in a row: this flight is going to be a dream. I haven’t seen the sequel to Magic Mike yet, so I might start with that one. I glance over to look what Jim has picked, and I see the heading coming up.
Lincoln.
Ughh...a political movie. Who watches that stuff for fun? I should have known he’d be boring.
He reaches up and taps the =screen, and I catch sight of his watch. A chunky silver Rolex. Ugh and he has money too.
Typical.
“What are you going to watch?” he asks.
Oh no... I don’t want to appear ditzy. “I’m not sure yet,” I reply. Damn you...I want to watch men strip. “What are you watching?” I ask.
“Lincoln, I’ve been meaning to see it for a long time.”
“Sounds boring.” I say.
He smiles at my answer. “I’ll let you know.” He puts his earphones on and begins to watch his movie and I scroll through my choices again. I really want to watch Magic Mike XXL. Does it matter if he sees? No... that’s just embarrassing. It makes me look desperate.
Who am I kidding? I am desperate. I haven’t seen a dick in over a year.
I tap on The Proposal. I swap one fantasy for another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie begins, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No, matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh. Gammy if my favorite.
“You’re watching a romance?” he asks.
“A rom-com,” I reply. For God’s sake, this guy is nosy.
He smirks as if he’s better than me.
“More champagne?” the flight attendant asks.
Blue eyes look over at me. “Here’s you chance to order for