Mile High (Windy City, #1)

by Liz Tomforde

“Good for you. And I don’t want your autograph.” Her tone is entirely unimpressed. “What I was going to ask is, are you ready for me to give you your exit row briefing?”

I stand up straight, composing myself as I smooth my uniform once again and push my untamable curly hair out of my face. “Please fuck him,” Indy begs when it’s only the two of us in the galley again. “What?” “Please, please, please fuck him and then tell me every little detail.” “I am not sleeping with him.” “Why the hell not?”

“Stevie,” Zanders says in his smooth velvety voice. “You following me?”

hands.” “You don’t have feelings?” Maddison asks, unconvinced. “You cried while watching Coco with Ella. You have fucking feelings, man. You should start letting people know.” “Don’t use Coco against me! That shit was sad!” I stand from my seat, following him to the locker room to get suited up for our game. “That song at the end? It gets me every time.”

“Stevie,” Zanders says. “You following me?”

“But when you decide to stop lying to yourself, you’re going to have to beg me to fuck you...” I stay silent, completely frozen in this moment. “On your knees,” he adds, his gaze trailing every inch of my body. His attention lingers slightly longer on my mouth, his statement referring to it.

“Kiss me,” I breathe out. “Please, Zanders.” His full lips lift in a sinister smirk. “I knew I was going to like hearing that smart mouth begging for me.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.”

“She’s good.” He smiles to himself. “She got her dress for the gala.” I stay silent, knowing what’s about to come. “I can’t wait to take it off her.” Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh. Giddy motherfucker.

“I don’t see you the way you see yourself. I think you’re good, and sweet, and hilarious, and fucking stunning, Vee. And I just want a chance.” She stays silent, so I add, “You want to be chosen first? Well, so do I. So, choose me.”

“And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.” His mouth slightly gapes. “Jesus Christ, I’m obsessed with you.” His hazel eyes admire.

“You don’t have to love your body every single day. That’s unrealistic to expect, but I’ll be here loving it for the days you can’t.”