The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

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you would do?” I ask. “If you were at the desk, would you upgrade

upgrade women to impress them?”

fascinated. His eyes hold mine.

are you watching?” I ask. “Lincoln. I’ve been meaning to see it for a long time.” “Sounds boring,” I say. He smiles at my answer. “I’ll let you know.” He puts his earphones on and begins to watch his movie, and I scroll through my choices again. I really want to watch Magic Mike XXL. Does it matter if he sees? No . . . that’s just embarrassing. It makes me look desperate. Who am I kidding? I am desperate. I haven’t seen a dick in over a year. I tap on The Proposal. I’ll swap one fantasy for another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie begins, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh. Gammy is my favorite. “You’re watching a romance?” he asks. “A rom-com,” I reply. For God’s sake, this guy is nosy. He smirks as if he’s better than me. “More champagne?” the flight attendant asks. Blue Eyes looks over at me. “Here’s your chance to order for us.” I stare at him flatly; all right, he’s beginning to piss me off now. “We’ll have two, please.” “What do you like about rom-coms?” he asks as he keeps his eyes on the screen in front of him. “Men who don’t talk during movies,” I whisper into my champagne glass. He smiles broadly to himself. “What do you like about . . .” I pause because I don’t even know what Lincoln is about. “Political films?” I ask. “The fact that they’re boring as all hell?” “I just like true stories, regardless of what they are.” “So do I,” I reply. “That’s why I l...

so I don’t click as I walk. “Just knock on the end door.” Holy shit. My heart begins to pump, and I force a smile. “Thank you.” She disappears up the hall, and I close my eyes as I stand in front of the door, bracing myself. Okay, here goes. Knock, knock, knock.