Page 6 of Trashy Affair Duet

I swallow a groan, already knowing where he’s going with this, and I’m in no mood to explain my early flight home on top of it.

Me: Nope, just bed.

Kaden: Too much work and not enough play makes you cranky as fuck. You gotta live some of the time, little brother.

Little brother. He loves throwing that in my face, even though he’s only six minutes older.

Me: I’m beat. Talk to you tomorrow.

I switch the phone to airplane mode and slip it back into my pocket. That’s when a hot tingle travels through me. Even before I turn my attention to my flight companion, the power of her stare sends electric shocks through my system, beginning in my arms and firing off in my legs.

Jesus. Those eyes.

They’re large and round and outlined by thick, long lashes. Something about them draws me in, and for a crazy second, I swear I see myself in her gaze. Her bottomless pits of seductive chocolate overflow with the same kind of pain rioting through me. She’s a complete mess, going by the red rimming those mesmerizing eyes.

In my entire life, I’ve never had such a strong reaction to a complete stranger. But as the seconds pass, matching the thudding beats of my heart, I’m paralyzed. The last thing I expected when I boarded this plane was to fall headfirst into another poleaxing moment.

Fuck me.

Consider me poleaxed.

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