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but I don’t want to die. I’ve never been in love.” “No one’s going to die.” I babbled like a mad person. “I wanted to give my art a real chance. I want to have kids one day. And I haven’t had a real orgasm with a guy.” His blue eyes widened.
“Nothing is wrong with you. Blame the baby boyfriends.” “You don’t know that!” “I know I could make you come in two minutes flat.” “The point is,” I licked my salty lips, “Is that I won’t have that chance. Because our plane is crashing. This is it. I missed my chance.”
We stared at each other. His face was so beautiful. I wanted to memorize that face. I wanted to live. I wanted to go back in time and not get on this fucking plane. “This sucks so bad,” I spoke as everything faded to black.
“Today was a tough day, but when I get to Vancouver, my focus has to be free of distractions.” “I wouldn’t distract you.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “You’re already a distraction.”
“What do you want?” I swallowed, now unsure about everything. The old me would have said goodnight and gone to my room like the good girl I was. The new I-just-survived-a-plane-crash me blurted out, “I want my orgasm.” His kiss caught me off guard.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” “I want that too.” And then I ruined it by yawning.
Worse, I wanted more. More than he wanted to give me. I wanted more of his kisses. I wanted another orgasm. I wanted to go back to lying on the bed and watching a movie with him. I wanted the chance to ask him more questions. Who was he? Where had he gone? What was his story? Did he feel alone arriving in Vancouver by himself? Max could be anywhere. And I didn’t even know his last name.
Max was here. He was a player on this team. We would work together this year. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I was now his boss.
I needed to keep this professional. I needed to put a stop to this intense attraction that I felt for him. The only problem? I wasn’t sure how to do that.
His blues dropped to my mouth. “Fuck I’m going to regret this.” “Regret what?” His hand slid around my neck and then he tugged me closer. My breath was a staccato in my ribcage as he dropped his head down towards mine. And then his mouth moved over mine, stealing my breath.
We didn’t have a future. He was a player, and I was the GM’s daughter and there was no possibility of pursuing anything between us. But my stupid heart didn’t care.
The reporter shouted, “You owe the public answers. I can make Rory give me the answers I need. She’s a nice tight piece of ass and I think she’d love to suck me off.” Max turned around and shoved him hard. You could hear him say, “Touch her and I’ll kill you.”
“I like you,” I mumbled. And then sleep claimed me. When I woke up, he was gone.
The photographer was bent over his camera. “Try to imagine that I’m the chick you need to fuck. Not want, but need. This chick is the one that got away. You burn for her. You long for her. And when you see her, all you want to do is grab her and have your dirty way with her.” Max stared at me. I stared back.
“Yes. I’m his boss and we will not be sleeping together.” The photographer snorted. “Says you.”
“You have to read Harry Potter.” His eyes were on my mouth. “I’m not a huge reader.” “These books will make you a reader.” I pulled Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone off the shelf. “Try the first book. Get through three chapters and if you hate it, you can stop reading.” “For a kiss.” “What?” I froze.
My heart soared through my chest. “Because you don’t do distractions.” “I’m looking at my only distraction. So, do we have a deal?” I lifted my eyes. “About what?” “Three chapters for a kiss.” Yes. Hell yes!
As much as it destroyed me to say it, we needed to end this. The kissing. The flirting. All of it. It had to stop.
Max cleared his throat, breaking his silence. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” “What wasn’t supposed to be like that?” “Our first time.” My heart flipped. “What was it supposed to be like?” He paused so long, I wasn’t sure he would answer. “I wanted to savor you.”
“Rory.” “Yeah?” “That was the best fucking sex of my life. So, if you think I’m going to let you walk away from me, you can think again.” My stomach quivered and my ovaries did backflips. “Okay.”
I will not text him. I. Will. Not. Text. Him. My phone rang. A smile crossed over my face when I realized it was Max.
“I’m almost done with my book.” “Harry Potter?” “Yup.” “Well, what do you think?” “If you tell anyone, I will deny it…” “You like it.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I like it. In fact, I can’t stop reading it.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do with this information?” “If you want Katrina, get your shit together.” “Meaning?” “Find a job and move out.” Our eyes met. He reacted with horror. “You’re serious.”
“You brought me a picnic?” “Yes.” That day on the plane, I had told Max that the Baby Men brought me picnics. And he had scoffed. Now he was here, looking slightly unsure of himself.
He took a deep breath. “And I bought dessert.” He held up a bag of brownie bites. “I thought I was your dessert?” “You are. This is for you.”
“If you were a sport, you’d be hockey.” But you love hockey!
“Thirteen minutes,” I shook my head. “What?” “That’s how long it took this crowd to realize they needed him.”
Halfway to the elevator, his voice sounded behind me. “Hey girlfriend.” I spun around. “You talking to me?” “See any other hotties around here?” My cheeks hurt from how hard I smiled. “What?” “See you later.”
“Things will come together, okay? I’ve been working around the clock and I’m trying to get you reinstated.” “I don’t give a fuck about hockey.” I froze. “What?” “Did you mean it?” “Mean what?” “You said you loved me. Did you mean it?” Everything rushed up over me. All the anxiety and fear over Max pushing me away. Tears blurred my eyes. “Yes. I meant it.” “Say it.” “I love you.”
His blue gaze, so vulnerable and troubled held mine. “Why do you believe I’m good?” Emotion choked me, halting my words. “How could I not believe in your goodness? From that first fateful flight, when we thought we were dying, you took care of me. You drove across town in the middle of the night to make sure I got home from my non-existent date. When I was attacked at that Minnesota game you fought off half a dozen men to save me. You came to my defense with Baxter. You’ve encouraged me and believed in me every step of the way. You fought for Lolita and she told me what you did for her, how
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“Because I love you and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. And I want you to be happy.” His smile was wistful. “You make me happy.”
“Logan. Logan. Logan. Logan.” He lifted his face to the crowd, and a smile started on his face. The frenzy only heightened when he acknowledged them with a beautiful smile. And in that moment, I knew everything would be okay.
“Yeah, but I want you to talk dirty.” “Not going to happen, 33. For one, I don’t know how.” “It’s easy. Just say something dirty.” “Like what?” “Like whatever you want.” I thought about it for a second. “I want to go off the pill.” Max stumbled and his arms tightened around me. We both stared at each other.
“I want it all. You. A baby. Marriage. A lifelong commitment.” “Sounds pretty distracting.” “I’ve never felt more focused.”
“That plane crash was the best thing that ever happened to me.” “Me too.” “I love you, Rory.” I put my hands on the sides of Max’s face and we stared at each other for what felt like a million heart beats. “I love you, too.” EPILOGUE
