Page 5 of Stolen Moments

What in the world is happening?

“What?” I tilt my head in confusion.

He clears his throat. “Nothing. I’m sorry for eavesdropping. I meant no harm, but I couldn’t avoid it.”

He waves his large hand around in the air, and I tear my eyes away from his strong-looking forearms—that have no right to exist—and look around the café. The very public and busy café I am now occupying.

My cheeks flush as I cover my face with my hands. “Omigod. This is so embarrassing,” I mumble into my palms.

Kill me now.I’m pretty sure all these people just heard about Bog and how he helps take care of my needs.

“No need to be embarrassed. I know there are plenty of women out there that enjoy the company of Henry Cavill,” the sexy stranger says with a smile.

Peeking through my fingers, I stare at him. He’s watching me, and the only thing I can think right now is how can this impossibly gorgeous-looking man know who Geralt is. He looks cover-model hot, and hot guys don’t know about nerdy fantasy shows.

Right?

I inwardly groan in shame, and secretly in delight, at his possible Witcher fanaticism. “Please, stop. I think I’m going to die.”

The stranger’s husky laugh whizzes through my blood and shoots straight for my clit. My panties flood with arousal, and I squirm in my seat at the new-to-me sensation.

My body’s involuntary reaction to this sexy stranger is shocking. No one has ever made me feel instantly overcome with lust before.

“You’re not supposed to talk to strangers,” Chris playfully chides.

The sexy intruder slowly slides his chair next to mine, bringing his face into view of the camera. His rich masculine scent of ginger and cardamom tickles my nose. He smells so damn amazing, like sex and spice. It’s hypnotic, expensive, and full of possibilities.

Chris’s eyes pop out of his head for a beat before he recovers. “Well, hello, handsome. I think I can make an exceptionfor you.”

Good to know I’m not the only one affected by this guy’s looks.

“Thank you. I think? Let me introduce myself. I’m Mason. Stranger no longer.” He rubs his chin with his fist, and the scraping sound has me clenching my thighs.

“Mason,” I repeat his name, tasting the lushness of it on my tongue.

Mason’s eyes find mine again, capturing me in a staring match. My eyes drop to his mouth as he swipes his tongue across his teeth before hitting me with a smoldering smile. He must practice this look in the mirror because he’s got it down, and it’s working.

He straight-up incinerated my panties with that look. I doubt the cobwebs between my legs survived the flood this man has brought to my body.

“I’m going to hang up. I’ll see you when you land,” Chris mutters.

I’m pretty sure I hear aFuck me, he’s hotin there somewhere before the call disconnects.

Mason and I stay staring at one another as the air around us turns heated and the sounds of the airport disappear, wrapping us in our own little cocoon. Somehow, it’s not awkward.

Something briefly flickers in his eyes before slipping back beneath the sea-green depths. My gut tells me he wanted to say something but held it back at the last second.

I bet he holds back a lot. The way his eyes swirl with unsaid words makes me think he’s complicated and simple, like a ’Rubik’s Cube—once you figure out the pattern, it’s only a matter of time before you solve the puzzle.

Knock it off. You can’t afford to get involved with him.

“Did I hear your brother correctly? You’re flying to Los Angeles?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I am.”

“Interesting.” He runs his forefinger over his plump bottom lip, and thoughts of running my tongue over it accost me. Theloudspeaker overhead blares the boarding information for the next flight.

“That’s my ride.” The words leave my mouth, but my body stays planted, wanting to spend more time with this handsome stranger.

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