Page 7 of Mile High Addiction

“Right away, sir.”

Sex God smiled.“Not quite right away, Serena.First, please assist Miss Green.”

Stormy grey eyes locked onto her once more.There was something about him that was so devastatingly powerful, Bethany had to force herself to look away, desperately willing her brain cells to track when Serena asked for her passport.

She handed it over, along with her copy of the Indigo Lounge agreement, which she’d signed in triplicate.All the while, the burn of his gaze silently branded her.

When Serena fake-smiled and handed back her passport, Bethany’s hand shook as she placed it in her purse.The force of his stare was that little bit too much for comfort.

“If you leave your bags right here, they will be taken onto the plane.Your hostess, Tracy, will be here in a moment to introduce you to your team and she’ll arrange the final search.”

“Search?”

Serena’s fake smile stretched wider.“It’s our company policy to do a drugs search before our clients board.It’s right there in the agreement you signed.Mr.Savage’s rules about drug use on his planes are very strict.”

Bethany’s teeth ground together at the patronizing tone but she forced a smile.“Sure.If Mr.Savage insists.”

“He does,” Serena emphasized, casting another simpering look past her at the Sex God.

Bethany glanced over at him too and caught his faint look of amusement.But the moment their eyes met, the amusement faded, replaced by sizzling, possessive heat once more.

He shifted as if the same restless energy that prowled through her stormed through him as well.His fingers flexed, then he jammed them into his back pockets.The movement stretched the material of his T-shirt over his powerful biceps, making her mouth water.

She struggled to rein in her reeling senses.She’d never felt like this before, not even with Chris?—

Yeah… Chris.Not thinking about him right now!

“Allow me to escort you to your hostess,” the man said, rocking forward on his feet.

She wanted to ask him who he was, why he was taking an interest in her check-in, but the chemistry between them was blatant enough, powerful enough, that words seemed superfluous.

Despite her floundering, despite the puzzlement as to why such a sexy and gorgeous man was watching her with barely contained hunger, she couldn’t dismiss the bone-deep truth firing through her body.

Bethany wanted to fuck him.Pure and simple.

Except there would be nothing pure or simple about it.

The jaded wariness she saw in his eyes didn’t detract from the raw sexual experience that lingered within the grey depths.Sex with this man would be insanely filthy; it would be nasty and sweaty.It would also be beautiful and complicated beyond words.She knew it as surely as she knew her own name.

Without answering, she nodded and fell into step beside him.

Behind her, Serena gushed about seeing to his needs, but neither of them paid her comments any attention.

His scent, warm, lemony with a hint of spice, filled Bethany’s head along with a dizzying progression of filthy thoughts.God, she wanted to lick him in places she’d never once dreamed of licking a man!And that was just the beginning…

He led her through the doors he’d emerged from what felt like an eternity ago.A set of luxuriously carpeted stairs led to another door on the mezzanine level.

He stood to one side and waved her up, a wicked smile curving his sensuous lips.“After you, Miss Green.”

Thank God she’d shaved her legs last night, was her first thought.Her second was whether her panties were visible through the thin fabric of the flirty yellow Vera Wang summer dress Keely had insisted she wear.

Oh, what the hell did it matter?

Propriety had gone out the window the moment she’d set eyes on this man.All the same, she couldn’t stop her hand from fluttering against the back of her dress as she mounted the stairs.

She heard his soft hiss and belatedly realized that all she’d done was succeed in plastering the material against her ass.Her Kardashian ass, as Keely liked to call it.

By far it was her worst feature, ridiculously large in comparison to the rest of her body.While her breasts were an okay size, and her stomach and thighs having been primed with ballet from an early age responded well to exercise, her ass let her down every time.It was why she’d given up her dreams of becoming a prima ballerina.

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