Mile High (Windy City, #1)

by Liz Tomforde

I scroll on my phone as she speaks, my Instagram feed littered with models and actresses, half of which I’ve dated. Well, dated is probably the wrong word. Maddison nudges me. “Zee.” “What?” I absentmindedly reply. “She asked you a fucking question, man.” Looking up, the flight attendant stares down at me. Her expression full of annoyance as her eyes wander down to my phone screen, a half-naked woman on full display right there on my feed. “Are you willing and able to help in an emergency?” she repeats. “Sure. I’ll take a sparkling water, by the way. Extra lime.” My focus shifts back to my phone. “There’s a cooler in the back row for you to grab it yourself.” My eyes dart up once again. What’s with this chick? I find her name tag—a pair of wings with “Stevie” in the center. “Well, Stevie, I would really like if you brought it to me.” “Well, Evan, I would’ve really liked if you paid attention during my safety demo instead of assuming I wanted your autograph like some little puck bunny.” She condescendingly pats me on the shoulder. “Which I don’t, and I’m not.” “You sure about that, sweetheart?” My smug smile overtakes my face as I lean forward in my seat, closer to her. “Could be worth a pretty penny for you.”

Eww I hate him