Hudson (Anderson Billionaires #4) - Melody Anne Page 0,10
she said with a grin.
“I’ll add some of that soup to mine,” Hudson said. It was one of his favorites. He must’ve missed it.
“Very well,” the attendant said. “And would you like something else to drink?”
“I’ll take the same and some water,” Daisy said.
“Me too,” Hudson told the woman. She nodded, then moved on to the next row. Daisy began fiddling with the table next to her, trying to figure out how to move it in front of her.
Hudson smiled as a frown appeared between her brows. Then he reached over and undid the pin, allowing the table to move. She gave him a sheepish grin. “This is my first time in the fancy section,” she said with a shrug. “I like to try to figure things out on my own, but some stuff is harder than others. Thank you.”
“You didn’t talk much about your time in Australia,” he told her as she leaned her seat up a little more.
“Nope. And I don’t plan to. It didn’t work out well for me, so I’m moving forward.”
He wasn’t the sort of guy to be blown off, but he also knew there were multiple ways to get to the end of a good story. He wouldn’t have to drag it out of her; he’d have to lead her on a different path to get the information he wanted. It took longer than the direct approach, but they had a fifteen-hour flight. There was nothing but time.
“Whenever I go to Australia, I take time to get some fishing in. It’s far too long of a flight not to kick back and enjoy it for a while,” he told her. “So I like to work hard and then play hard as well.”
“I love to fish,” she said. “I haven’t done it in a very long time.”
The attendant brought them tablecloths for their small tables and hot towels for their hands. Daisy sighed as she cleaned her hands and arms. She then ran the towel over her neck and the top of her shoulders. He smiled again, something he was doing a lot in this woman’s presence.
“Feeling the stickiness of travel?” he asked.
She laughed. “Very much so. I really want a shower. I’m incredibly grateful not to be crammed up in the back right now. I’m sure if anyone has been waiting as long as I have, the smells back there aren’t pleasant. At least I can get a bit of a sponge bath up here. The restrooms are a little bigger.”
His pants tightened as a pulse ran through his groin, picturing her naked with a hot, soapy cloth in her hand as she smoothed it over her flat belly, then up over the mounds of her breasts. He pulsed again. Those sort of thoughts needed to be buried deep if he didn’t want to attack her before this flight ended.
Then again, he’d never joined the mile-high club. Maybe this could be a first for him — and if he was a betting man, for her as well.
“I could wash your back,” he offered with a wicked grin.
She gazed at him in shock for a second before she surprised him once more and laughed. Damn, the sound of her amusement was nearly enough to take his breath away. He hadn’t had a reaction to a woman like this in . . . in . . . hell, he wasn’t sure he’d ever had a reaction like this toward a woman.
“You get your way a lot, don’t you?” she finally asked.
Before he could answer the attendant brought them their drinks, bread, soup, and salad. He watched as Daisy seasoned her soup before taking a bite.
“Delicious!” she said with a sigh. She took a few more sips before buttering her bread and dipping it in the soup. He liked a woman who actually ate. It made an adventure with her a lot more fun. Why take her to a great dining experience if she only ordered greens without dressing?
He seasoned his soup and dressed his salad, then responded to her question of at least five minutes earlier. She seemed to have forgotten she’d asked it when he quietly said, “I never don’t get my way.”
She inhaled her soup a bit too quickly and coughed. Good. He liked throwing her off kilter. She sure was doing that to him.
“I get my way a lot too,” she told him. Then she frowned as she paused eating. “Well, I did until lately, that is.”