The Stopover (The Miles High Club #1)

by T.L. Swan

“Men who look like you are not supposed to talk about head.” I cough. “Why not?” he asks incredulously. “And what do you mean, men who look like me?” “All serious and stuff.” He looks at me deadpan. “Define stuff.” “You know, older, rich, and bossy.”

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“Right . . . well, in that case, I noticed your long legs and the curve of your neck. The dimple in your chin. You are the most attractive woman I’ve seen in a long time, and when you smiled, it brought me to my feet.” I smile softly as the air swirls between us. “And then you spoke . . . and ruined everything.”

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“History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it,” I say. “Quoting Winston Churchill now, Mr. Miles?” she breathes.

“I have a boyfriend, and I can’t go out with you.” “Dump him,” he fires back. “What?” I croak. “You heard me. Dump him.” He reaches for me.

“Ask him if he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to touch you again.” I frown. “Why would I ask him that?” I whisper. “Because there’s another man who does.” The phone clicks as he hangs up.

“But it was the way you kissed me that I remember the most.” My eyes search his. “How did I kiss you?” “Like you’d been waiting your whole life to kiss me.”

“Have you ever been so physically attracted to someone that you lose the ability to think around them?”

“Doing karate and turning into the fucking Kung Fu Panda will not relieve my stress, Emily. It’s laughable that you think that it would.”