Page 18 of The Bro-code

I shake my head, willing to banish the thought of my ex.

I know he’ll want to talk, and for as much as I don’t want to, maybe I shouldn’t avoid it.

What I should do is take my sister Lakyn as an example. Despite my more outgoing personality, she was always the bravest one between us. She would always rip Bandaids off for me, saving me from peeling them off slowly, causing more pain.

Yeah, maybe I should talk to Topher just once and tell him clearly that there’s no way to talk himself out from our last interaction.

I knew when I wanted to confront him about what he did to Lakyn with that disgusting dare, he would lie through his teeth to spin the situation under a better light. I’ve been on the receiving end of that behavior so many times and I always let him convince me that I was overreacting if I was mad at him.

I’m done being gaslit though. There’s no coming back from fucking a puck bunny in my bed.

The bathroom door opens, pulling me out of my reveries. “Hey, that was locked.” I say, surprised when Ryker comes into the small room, locking the door behind himself.

“I know,” those intense blue eyes are fixed on me, skimming the length of my body in a way that makes me feel naked.

Not in an embarrassing way either, in an excited way.

I blame it on that crazy dream.

“The latch on the door can be opened from the outside. It’s one of the worst kept secrets between flight attendants.”

I don’t even want to ask him how he knows. I’m under no illusion that a hot looking guy like Ryker turns heads everywhere he goes. The flight attendant on our flight was ready to kick me out of the plane for being rude to Ryker, and probably to sit on his lap, by the way she was flirting with him.

“I don’t care if the door can be opened from outside,” I bite out. “I was here first. Wait for your turn and get out.”

Rather than doing as he’s told, Ryker takes a step closer, which in the tiny bathroom means our chests are touching and the backs of my knees are in contact with the aircraft’s toilet.

“I don’t have to use the bathroom.”

“Well then,” I snap. “Get the fuck out.”

His hand comes to cup my jaw, his warm, minty breath fanning on my lips. “I could get out,” he murmurs. “Or I could do what I came here to do.”

“A—and what’s that?” My voice trembles, my chest heaving as if I’d been running.

“I know I’m not the only one who feels this,” he says. “Who feels this crazy, strong as hell attraction between us.”

God, he’s right.

I hate to admit it but it’s like the air crackles with electricity every time we look at each other.

I don’t trust myself to say anything, so I just nod.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, Cinnamon. And I’ll offer you a deal.”

“What—what’s that?” I whisper.

“If I can get you to scream my name before someone comes to either use the bathroom or check on us, you’ll tell me yours.”

The way I see it, it’s a win-win situation.

I’ll let this play out and then, when he realizes there’s no way in hell he’ll give me an orgasm, I’ll walk away victorious and not tell him my name.

It might be a hollow victory, but I guess for once, I should take one page from my own book.

I told Lake she needed a rebound when Dipshit dumped her and maybe, I need one too.

“Show me what you can do, then.” I challenge him.

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