Page 7 of Sweetest Sin
But there’s something about the gray-eyed man that has me not thinking clearly. Maybe it’s because it’s been months since I’ve gotten laid or it’s the stress from my mother’s doctor requesting that we meet with her, but when he looks at me with a gleam in his eye, I almost consider telling him to meet me in the restroom.
But I don’t because anybody who’s been on a commercial flight knows the restrooms are small and gross, and between my five-foot-seven self and him being well over six feet, we would never fit, let alone successfully get off.
So, instead, I smile and walk away, feeling his gaze on my ass as I sway my hips a little more than usual. Tonight, when I’m home, I’ll use him as a visual when I get myself off. At least with my vibrator, I won’t risk getting a goddamn STD.
3
Dominick
There will beno fucking anyone in the restroom of the plane. For one, the restroom is so small that it should be illegal. And two, aside from Peyton making sure I’m comfortable throughout the flight, she hasn’t indicated that she’s interested in me.
The pilot announces that we’ll be arriving in Coral Bay shortly, and the flight attendants come around to collect everyone’s trash. I’ve considered asking Peyton for her number several times, but I’ve refrained because she doesn’t seem like a one-night-stand type of woman, and with my unknown future, that’s all I could give her.
When the passengers begin to deplane, our eyes meet, and Peyton smiles warmly at me. But then one of the pilots steps out of the cockpit, and her smile drops. The guy says something to her, and she shakes her head, her features morphing from warm to annoyed. I can’t make out what is being said, but it’s clear from here that she’s uncomfortable. She walks away, thanking everyone for flying with their airline, and the entire time, the asshole stares at her like he wants to devour her.
Normally, I’d mind my own business, but this woman has me intrigued, so instead of getting off the plane and heading to my meeting, I hang back as everyone else gets off.
Once the rows have emptied, I take my briefcase and make my way toward the front. Only, instead of heading through the loading bridge, I wait for Peyton since there is only one exit she can go through.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Peyton rounds the corner with the asshole on her tail. When she spots me, her eyes widen in shock.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, her tone professional even if she appears to be uncomfortable.
“Peyton, is this guy giving you a hard time?” the guy asks, making me chuckle at the irony.
“I feel like I should be asking her that question about you,” I say, eyeing him as he glares my way.
“Excuse me?” He reaches up and places his hand on Peyton’s shoulder, and his wedding ring catches my eye.
“Come,” I say to Peyton, ignoring him. “I believe you owe me a drink, one that goes down a bit smoother.”
I smirk, and she flushes that beautiful shade of peach.
“She’s on the clock,” the asshole says.
“Shouldn’t you be focused less on your flight attendant and more on your wife?” I ask him.
The guy’s face reddens as he takes a step back.
“Now, if you don’t mind, Peyton and I have plans.”
He looks at her, hoping she’ll deny it, but when she doesn’t, he huffs and storms away.
“Ugh, thank you,” Peyton says, her shoulders sagging in relief. “Dale is such a douche. He’s the first officer, and he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He’s married with three kids, and he tries to sleep with every attendant like he’s single.”
“No problem,” I tell her. “Have you considered reporting him?”
“So many attendants have, but the airline is short-staffed.” She rolls her eyes. “So, of course, they do nothing about it because it would mean firing a pilot that they need.” She shrugs. “Anyway, I appreciate you saving me. We’re off the clock until our trip back to Harbor Point later, so he was trying to convince me to go back to his place in Coral Bay.” She visibly shivers. “I’d rather dry up from lack of use and risk getting attacked by spiders from the cobwebs that have developed down there than consider letting that man inside me.”
The second she realizes what she just said, her face flushes in embarrassment. She looks like a fish out of water, with her wide eyes and mouth agape, as she tries to backtrack, but when she can’t come up with anything, she shakes her head and laughs.
“Okay, now that you know I’ve gone so long without sex that I’ve dried up and I have cobwebs, I’m just going to go.” She points to the airport exit, and I chuckle at how adorable this woman is when she’s flustered.
“You said you’re on the flight back to Harbor Point?” I ask, walking with her down the gangway.
“Yeah.” She smiles and nods, then stops when we get to the gate. “Maybe I’ll see you on another flight.”
With a playful wink, she takes off, rolling her small bag behind her, while I stand in my spot, watching her walk away. For the first time, I want to get to know a woman beyond how deep her gag reflex goes.
