Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,14

wise to follow through with Jason’s demands. Undoubtedly she should have shrugged him off and continued with her life. She’d almost changed into workout clothes and gone for a run to pass the time until after noon.

But in the end, she hadn’t been able to resist the pull. The curiosity. The excitement. She’d been aroused since the moment she first saw him last night. When she’d finally managed to extricate herself from her mother’s latest attempt to set her up last night, she’d gone home, stripped, and grabbed her vibrator. It took two drawn-out orgasms before she could relax enough to fall asleep, and even then she’d woken up several hours later after an erotic dream about Jason, panting and squirming under her sheets.

“I don’t see why you’re so reluctant. Hatch is a good guy. Trent vouches for him. How can you go wrong?”

Libby sighed. “You know perfectly well how this would go over with my mom. She’d have a conniption.”

“Yeah, but you can’t live under her thumb, Libby. You’re twenty-eight years old. How long do you plan to go out with every Guatemalan man in Dallas that your mom sets you up with?”

Intellectually, Destiny was right. Libby knew it. But she’d never had the balls to confront her mom. Instead, she politely put up with the woman’s antics. Ironic, considering the fact that Libby wasn’t such a pushover in the rest of her life. She couldn’t afford to be. She’d been the smallest one in any room for her entire life. She’d made up for her stature with her personality, ensuring people at school and work and even in her personal life knew she was a strong, independent woman.

If she couldn’t reach something, she got a ladder. If she didn’t know something, she looked it up. If she felt emotions welling, she waited until she was alone to let the tears fall.

Except with Jason. That man controlled her with ease. It was both unnerving and intriguing.

“I figure eventually I’ll meet someone my mom approves of that I also like.” This was true. It was why she rarely turned down all the arranged dates. Surely one of these days the right man would show up at her door and she’d fall for him.

“Like? Do you hear yourself? You aren’t looking for a man you like, Libby. You need to find someone you’re head over heels in love with. No exceptions.”

Libby chuckled. “Just because you met that man when you were five, doesn’t mean the same thing happens for the rest of us. Besides, you got lucky that you finally ran into him after more than a decade of misunderstandings and cleared the air with your tequila mouth.”

Destiny laughed. “I was pretty drunk that night. Thank God. But seriously, you must at least like Jason more than any recent guy you’ve dated or you wouldn’t have gone to the trouble to call and get his number,” she pointed out.

She was right. Libby took in a deep breath. “What’s he doing in Dallas? Do you know? He said he moved here.”

“He got out of the Army a few months ago. He got a job here.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize that.” She hadn’t taken the time to ask him any questions last night.

Destiny giggled. “You two don’t do much talking, do you?”

Libby flushed. Destiny was right. How embarrassing.

“Hey,” Destiny whispered before going silent for several seconds.

Libby could hear her shuffling around.

“Sorry. I wanted to step outside so Trent wouldn’t hear me.”

Libby frowned. “Since when do you keep secrets from Trent?”

“Never. This isn’t something he doesn’t know. I just didn’t want him to realize I was telling you.”

“Oh.” Libby stiffened.

“Maybe you already figured this out but just in case you didn’t, Jason is, uh, kind of, well, dominant.”

Libby closed her eyes, shocked and uncertain what she wanted to divulge.

Destiny continued, rambling. “I mean it’s more than that. He’s a Dom, Libby. Do you know what that is?”

Libby nearly choked. “Yes, Mom. I’m not that innocent. I’ve read books. I have the internet.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. Well… I just thought you should know. If he’s pursuing you, you’ll eventually find that out, I guess, but maybe if I warned you…”

“Destiny, stop. I’m aware.” It felt weird admitting this to one of her closest friends, but it also felt like a weight had been lifted. At least she would have someone she could talk to if she had questions or concerns.

“You are?”

“Yes. He doesn’t exactly hide that fact and save it for the second or third date.”

“Oh. Wow.