Page 45 of Get Lost

“No, sir, I’m sorry, but we don’t. There’s a menu in the seat pocket in front of you if you’d like to see what items we do offer for purchase.”

“I’ll look that over. Thank you.” He turned to Kelsey and winked. “Fingers crossed.”

Scowling, Kelsey poured her champagne, then dripped a few drops of orange juice into the cup. She pulled out her iPad and opened up her task manager.

Thankfully, Alexander allowed her to drink her mimosa and work in peace, remaining quiet while she checked and double-checked her checklists for the weekend.

Okay, more like quadruple-checked.Wait, what comes after quadruple?

He sipped his whiskey and coffee and left her alone.

Maybe the weekend would be okay. Maybe she would make it through without murdering him. When Alexander stayed quiet like this, he was borderline tolerable.

Fun to look at, but nothing more.

Eye candy… until he opened his mouth. So, as long as he remained quiet, Kelsey would keep her distance and she’d get through the weekend.

Easy peasy—

Alexander slid his hand over her thigh, sending a rush of excitement up her leg. She froze, from both his audacity and the way her body reacted to it.

Every nerve-ending rushed to meet his warm palm, while her mind kicked into a battle of fight or flight.

Whywas he touching her?

Whatshould she do about his hand on her leg?

Howwas he socasualabout touching her?

Was there something on the plane she could use to chop off his hand?

But, more important than any other questions her mind fired at her in rapid succession, Kelsey focused on the most troublesome: why did her body act like Alexander’s touch was the best damn thing that’d happened to it in a long ass time?

So soon her lady bits forgot mind-blowing orgasms with a certain sexy Frenchman, hmm?

Sure, she and Alexander had known one another their whole lives, but they hadn’t beenfriendlysince third grade. And certainly nothand-on-thighfriendly. Because it wasthird grade.

Okay, except for that one time after the homecoming game senior year, but—

Alexander’s fingertips flexed against her leg, sending a fresh rush of anticipation skittering through her veins. He leaned over, invading her space in more ways than one. From his closeness to his flagrancy to that delicious cologne… struggling to keep her cool, she dared to turn her head and meet his gaze.

“You know…” His focus fell to her lips and her belly tightened in response. “You still haven’t thanked me.”

And just like that, Kelsey was reminded of how much she loathed this man.

Good thing too, because being attracted to Alexander Arroyo was really beginning to grate on her.

“I’m not thanking you for brunch. I’ve tried multiple times to pay you back.”

“Twelve times now. But who’s counting?”

“Why won’t you just accept the Venmo payment?”

Alexander searched her gaze, leaning closer and invading her space. “Why don’t you just accept the kind gesture and say thank you?”

Kelsey’s jaw clenched.

Alexander’s gaze dropped to her mouth.

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