Page 3 of Hannah and the Hitman

She blinked.

“Hop up for a second and let the other one out,” I told her.

“Me?” she asked, pointing at herself, as if she couldn’t believe I was talking to her.

I nodded. “Please.”

She blinked again, then sneezed. “Um, okay.” She slid out of the row and stood, clutching a book to her chest in some subconscious survival mode. My ego liked a hell of a lot that she obeyed me. I had to tug her to me to let Joey Brains into the aisle from the window seat.

“Oh,” she breathed. When static electricity zapped us, her eyes lifted to mine, wide with surprise.

I felt the spark, too, but hell, I was focused on how soft and plush and perfect her tits were pressed against me. Once Joey Brains was in the aisle and out of the way, I took her upper arm, bare below the short sleeve of her tee, and guided her into the window seat. “You first.”

After giving both fuckers a glare, I slid into the middlebeside her, reached down by my feet and moved her small backpack to the spot beneath the seat in front of her. Joey Brains settled into the aisle seat, and I elbowed him hard to claim the armrest, all the while my attention was on the prettiest woman I’d seen in a long time.

“Better?” I asked.

She offered me a small smile, then nodded. “Thanks.”

“I wasn’t letting you be stuck between those two.”

I studied her face close up now. So guileless. No hidden agenda. No… sinister thoughts to shoot me in the back. I picked up a citrusy scent. Definitely hers. Joey Brains, beside me, smelled more like stale cigarette smoke and body odor. No wonder she’d been sneezing.

“I’ll even let you have the armrest.” I winked.

She blushed a pretty shade of pink that matched her t-shirt, then flipped open her paperback to a bookmarked page.

While the flight attendant began the canned safety announcement, the plane pulled away from the gate and started to taxi toward the runway. By the time we were in the air, I was bored. While I didn’t have something to read, my seatmate did, and I could read every word because she was that fucking close.

Her back arched as I filled her up. “Yes! Harder!” she gasped as I filled her in ways she’d never known possible. This pussy was mine, claiming it and molding it to my big–

Holy hell. This innocent little thing was reading… sex. Perhaps she wasn’t so sweet after all.

Did I mention how much I loved flying commercial?

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HANNAH

Breathe, Hannah! Read your book and breathe!

Except breathing meant I got lungfuls of the bossy hot guy’s scent because he wasright there. As in inches away. It was as if the hero from the romance book I was reading had morphed into reality.

Solid, sexy body. Check.

Dark hair, smoldering good looks. Check.

Potent stare. Check.

Growly and–oddly–protective. Check.

Dare I say chivalrous, rearranging seats? Check.

Because of him, I wasn’t squeezed between the two creepy guys.Thank God.They’d oozed over the armrests and pretty much taken up all my space. How I would fly two hours wedged between them, I hadn’t been sure, especially since one smelled sharply like his deodorant quit, the other of a potent, toxic cologne which mademe sneeze. I’d considered ringing the call bell and asking for a new seat assignment because besides being cramped, they made me weirdly uncomfortable. I knew one stared at my boobs, even though they were modestly covered in the t-shirt I got the day before at the huge romance book signing where I spent all weekend. The other widened his legs intentionally so his thigh pressed against mine. It was as if they were toying with me, a mouse stuck between two mean tomcats wanting to play with their food before they pounced and killed it.

I’d been stuck until the guy in a crisp black suit from across the aisle stood and ordered the men to move. He’d either noticed my discomfort or that the men were being kind of jerks. They had to be traveling together but it didn’t seem like they got along. Based on the suits they sported–one better than others–they were probably work colleagues. You didn’t have to like the people you worked with. Heck, I was more than aware you didn’t even have to like your family.

Whatever their relationship, after an accompanying growl and glare, they did the seat shuffle. So had I. Moved… and obeyed. Obviously, since I was settled into the window seat.

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