Have you lost your mind?
Rachel: It’s possible. Trust your instincts. You always have been a good judge of character.
LynnLuvsTrvl: You’re corrupting me. I can’t believe I actually considered that for two seconds. No way, Rach. Sorry, I have to go. Have to get this mess straightened out before all my plans are ruined.
Rachel: Okay, sweetie. I hope it works out! And if you miss your flight, then I hope he has a twin brother and you let both guys sweep you off your feet to live out your wildest and craziest ménage fantasies. Come to the dark side. Go Team Cougar!
LynnLuvsTrvl: LOL Love you, crazycakes.
Rachel: Love you too. Let me know how it goes.
Chapter Two
“Either you found out our flights are on track again or your boyfriend sent you one hell of an email.” Sebastian cursed the unfamiliar jealousy streaking through him over the naughty grin decorating the sinful lips of the woman he’d just met. “Since I didn’t hear any cheering from the rest of these folks, I’m betting on the boyfriend.”
Damn though, she’d drawn him to her like the strongest magnet on earth. Something about her sang to him, irresistible and potent. Sure, she was smoking hot. Fine. Her ash blonde hair framed her elegant face in soft curtains and her mile-high heels accentuated her long legs, but that alone couldn’t account for the hard-on straining against his designer jeans. Freaking sponsorships. He hated wearing the uncomfortable style but it paid his most extravagant bills.
Granted, he seemed tame compared to some of the celebrity bad-boy drivers, but he knew how to have a good time when the mood struck. He’d had flashier girls than Lynn throw themselves in his direction, but something special had happened when he spotted her. Older than him, sophisticated, classy and so different from the women he fucked around with—he couldn’t stop imagining what she’d look like laid out on his king-sized mattress, wearing only that smirk.
Best of all, she didn’t seem to recognize him. The chemistry between them had nothing to do with his money, his racing or the ridiculous hype his marketing department cooked up. Unbelievable. He wasn’t about to let her get away unless she’d already been spoken for. He didn’t cheat and he’d never sleep with someone else’s woman, no matter how bad he wanted to.
Well, without the guy’s permission anyway. There had been a few times… His mind conjured a vivid image of Lynn sandwiched between him and his navigator Mark as they ravished her bold curves.
He had to shake his head to clear the ringing in his ears when he realized she’d answered him but he’d missed her response. A woman like her would never be into the nasty games he’d played with the groupies who’d made for an easy feast in his younger years.
“I mean, I’ve been in relationships of course.” He grinned when a blush stained her cheeks. She grimaced then sputtered, “Just not at the moment.”
“Nice. Then I don’t have to worry about someone hunting me down for buying you dinner.” He adjusted his cock as discreetly as he could when he sat, but the confining jeans wouldn’t hide his obvious arousal if she so much as glanced at his crotch again.
She groaned. “Don’t tease. There’s nothing open in this hellhole, is there?”
“Nope. The lone McDonald’s is on the other side of the security checkpoint. They’re not letting anyone through. But your stomach’s growling loud enough I thought I was on a safari. So, I brought you a three-course vending machine banquet.” Sebastian hoped she wasn’t too prissy to pig out on junk food with him. He hadn’t needed to worry.
“Please tell me you scored some of those tiny powdered donuts.”
“You’ll have to wait and see. First up, the amuse-bouche.” He handed her a bottle of water before he presented a bite-sized caramel with a flourish.
“I think I love you,” she sighed.
When she reached to take the morsel from his hand, he withdrew.
Julie Sarff, The Hope Diamond, The Heir to Villa Buschi