Page 5 of Daddy Down Under

I cut her off with a quirk of an eyebrow. “Considering I booked two seats, I would think I have the right to decide who gets to use it.”

She blushed. “Of course. Let me get you some towelettes so you can get cleaned up.”

“That would be most appreciated, thank you.”

She left, and those bright-blue eyes found mine again. “Do you always reward people who fall into your lap by offering them the seat next to you?”

Fuck, he was cheeky. I loved it. “I have no idea. This is a first for me.”

“Yeah? I can’t imagine I’m the first man to ever sit in your lap.”

I grinned. “Not by far, but usually, it’s planned and with a bit more grace.”

He shrugged, then hoisted the ratty backpack he’d been wearing into the overhead bin and plopped into the seat next to me. “You sure you want me here? You seem more like a guy who appreciates being left alone.”

He wasn’t wrong about that one. “Every now and then, I like to take a risk.”

“So I’m a risk?”

“I don’t know. Are you? What are you planning to do for the next hour and a half?”

The shit-eating grin he flashed me shot straight to my cock. It looked like we were on the same page.

“What’s your name? Or do I call you Mr. Sullivan?”

I hesitated. If I gave him my name, he might recognize it, which could change everything. Mr. Sullivan was common enough, but combined with my first name, the chances of him knowing who I was were high. Still, lying didn’t feel right either. “Cashell. Cash.”

“Which one is it?”

Huh, interesting. He hadn’t reacted at all to my name. Did he not recognize it? “Cash is fine.”

He stuck out his hand. “I’m Palmer, but everyone calls me Ocean.”

“Because of your eyes.”

He nodded.

“They’re remarkable.”

“Thank you. By the way, I already knew who you were.”

So he had recognized me. “Then why did you ask for my name?”

He shrugged. “Wanted to give you the choice to not reveal your identity.”

I cocked my head, studying him. He seemed utterly unimpressed, which was a new experience for me. But I couldn’t deny that I liked it, just like I appreciated him giving me the choice of hiding behind a false name.

“Here you go, Mr. Sullivan.” The flight attendant handed me some wet wipes. “I do apologize for this…mishap.”

The latter was said with a sharp look of disdain in Ocean’s direction.

“No harm done, but maybe you could bring me a new glass of prosecco? And I’m sure Mr.…”

Fuck, I didn’t know his last name.

“Levine,” Ocean helpfully supplied.

“…Mr. Levine would like a glass as well.”

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