Girls' Night Out (Bad Boys) Read Free

minutes later, she crossed and reentered the departure lounge that resembled an overstuffed beehive. It was twice as crowded with two planes now gearing up for takeoff. Passengers had taken to spreading out and there were bags, parcels, pillows and all sorts of things clogging the aisle. She bobbed between two children, then wove and stepped high over a carry-on, taking refuge in one of the few empty seats.
    Plunking down on the hard plastic chair, she eyed the runway, then noticed her reflection in the polished glass. A spark of excitement crackled over her skin. It wasn’t her reflection that riveted her attention, but that of the man seated in back of her. His familiar profile and shoulders rose a good six inches above hers. Dammit, but Goliath was seated right behind her. She inhaled to steady herself and picked up a trace of his mind-bending cologne. Her hearing zoned in on his voice just as a shiver unleashed in her body.
    Stop acting ridiculous. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her legs and reached for a magazine from her bag, then flipped through twenty pages without recalling what she’d read. Cory stopped fighting the desire to spy on Goliath and glanced back to his reflection. A jolt ran through her just from looking at him.
    The man had to be an athlete from what she could tell of his powerful build. Difficult to see much through the glaring sunlight streaming through the plate glass viewing wall, but what she’d gathered made her swallow. Hard. He laughed suddenly, and the sound sent a swarm of chill bumps racing over her skin. He looked to be doing something on an iPad.
    Darn, he was built, and that was saying something, considering her father, uncles, and brothers were tall in that overbearing, Texas kind of way.
    Biting her bottom lip, she wobbled on the corner of her seat as she studied his chiseled features, wondering if he was on her flight or the other one. Both were headed to Dallas. Without warning, Cory lost her balance and rapidly grabbed at the seat. The only thing she managed to do was knock over her bag on her way to a kerplunk landing on the floor. Everything from her purse lay helter-skelter over the carpet.
    “Jesus H. Christ,” she said, then quickly pulled down her skirt that had inched way up her thighs.
    “I should have known,” a male voice muttered, and then Goliath was out of his seat and kneeling next to her.
    Their gazes connected and she felt a warm giddy-up skittering in her belly. She couldn’t help but gape at him, made worse when her train of thought suddenly evaporated the second his eyes flicked over her and he said, “I’d better help. At the rate you’re moving, you’re bound to be missing something or risk getting pushed over just sitting here.”
    “You don’t have to,” she murmured.
    His only reply was an arched brow and short grunt coupled with a tightening of his mouth. Cory tucked her legs to the side of her, and rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, unable to think of a single thing to say. He picked up her ID badge and iPod while she stowed her agenda and wallet, and tried to focus on what to pick up next from the jumbled mess.
    “May I have my iPod and ID?” She delivered a pointed look in his direction. It was a boomerang effect and she gasped, searching his face.
    Amusement lit up his green eyes. “Maybe. How much stuff do you have?” He half snorted, half laughed. “Girl, you don’t need this much to travel to the next galaxy and back.”
    “Your duffle is far larger than my carry-on, so I wouldn’t be talking. I don’t even think that monstrosity is regulation size.”
    Cory jerked her chin over to his black leather duffle, glancing across the short distance of the floor to his bag, stationed near his muscular thigh. Her gaze shifted, falling between his open legs, and touched upon the bulge at his crotch. He…it was huge. As if burned, she averted her gaze, blinking in confusion. Inwardly, she groaned when a scalding blush overtook her