“Aye, I’m not much of an umbrella drink kind of chap. I thought I would keep your appetite wet.” He wanted to push her little, trying to gauge her reaction to his double entendre. Years with the company taught him that you needed to be able to read people well or suffer the consequences—which, in this case, may end with his shattered heart. His body tensed, aware of the tug between fight or flight. He wanted to walk away but staying seemed to be winning this war.
She peeked up at him from under her hat, her eyes soft and sincere. “I took you for more of a whiskey guy. Like the whole bottle, from the looks of it.” She gave him half a smile. “I want to thank you for putting up with me on the flight. You’re a real gentleman. There aren’t many of those left in the world.” Picking up her drink, she stirred it with the umbrella.
God, if she only knew, she would probably run for the hills. The dark side of him wanted to take her to edge to find out if he could bring out her wild side. He wanted to possess her until she screamed out his name, begging for release. Reel it in, mate.”
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Kenzie Macallan,
Truths