Page 4 of Game Changer

As if, for the first time, I’m something other than a nuisance.

He reaches across to lower the shade so I can’t see the lack of ground firsthand.

The panic recedes a degree.

He’s close, his faces inches from mine.

“Switch me seats,” he says before I can thank him.

My heart beats faster as I reach for my seatbelt.

We switch spots, and his body brushes mine. I nearly trip. Sparks dance along my nerve endings.

He puts a steadying hand on my waist.

Only it’s not steadying at all. It makes my stomach flutter in an entirely new way.

His hands are huge, and when I look down, tendrils of black ink like smudges of charcoal extend from under the cuffs of his sweatshirt.

What the…

They’re mysterious and badass and more than a little hot.

My thighs press together.

I haven’t thought about sex in weeks. Possibly months. Not since…

Well.

Let’s just say what happens between the sheets has never blown my mind.

But between his massive build, the glittering dark eyes, and the intriguing secrets, this man is built for fantasies I never knew I had.

I don’t normally go around thinking filthy thoughts about strangers, especially grouchy ones, but I sneak another look at those hands as he sits, adjusting his sweatpants over hard thighs and—

The flight attendant unclips from her seat and approaches. “Can I get you a drink, Mr.—”

“Tequila?” I ask hopefully.

It’s fake courage, but I’ll take whatever I can get.

My seatmate holds up two fingers.

The flight attendant nods so fast her neck cracks. Guess I’m not the only one noticing how attractive he is.

A few deep breaths later, she returns with the drinks.

“To new adventures.” I lift my glass and then drink its contents back in a single shot, the heat burning down my throat.

He watches before drinking his in a long, slow gulp, his tanned throat bobbing.

I’m thirsty again.

The tequila’s already working its magic, and the humming of the plane sounds farther away and less threatening. The alcohol has the not-unpleasant side effect of making my skin tingle.

“Do you like games?” I ask. “We could play one. Two Truths and a Lie. That’s where I make three statements—”

“I know how to play.”

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