Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Yes, you do. Are you afraid of flying.”
“No. It’s just the first time I’ve been on an airplane this tiny.”
“You’re safe with me,” I say as I reach my hand out and cover hers with mine.
“Am I?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine once again.
I have fifteen hours to make her mine.
Fifteen hours to prove how good she and I will be together.
Fifteen hours.
That’s plenty of time.
Chapter Two
Stacee
When I walked onto the plane, I knew he’d be there. The man has haunted my dreams for three months. Every thought has been about him. Seeing him at the studio, we were always surrounded by people, but now it’s just us. Thirty thousand feet in the air. He’s holding my hand and looking at me like he wants to eat me, and I want to let him.
“Do you have a man?” he asks quietly.
“No, God, no,” I blurt out. “I mean, no.” His low, growly chuckle goes all through me.
“Good,” he finally says.
“Why is that good?” I ask.
“Do I need to spell it out for you, Stacee?”
“Yes. Please,” I say, desperate for him to say what I want him to.
“I want you. I know you want me. I heard you. If you think I’ve not taken myself in hand every day since we met, you’d be mistaken.”
“You want me?” I ask, closing my eyes. I sound like an embarrassed parrot.
“Is that not obvious?”
“Yes,” I finally admit. “I want you too.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls.
“But should we do this?” I ask. It’s wrong to sleep with your boss, isn’t it? Maybe he’s not exactly my boss, but close enough. He was in the news a lot last year for sleeping with a co-star, but he said it wasn’t true.
“Why the hell shouldn’t we do this?”
“It’s wrong.” Shit, just the thought of doing something wrong makes me wet. “It’s bad.” The thought of doing something bad makes me even wetter. “It’ll cause a scandal.” I don’t want to cause a scandal, do I? I take a deep breath. With Tyson, I do.
“I know, but it will be so good. I promise.”
“Tyson…”
“Yes, baby girl?” He had to go and call me that, didn’t he? That’s weakness stuff right there.
“This isn’t a Wildest Dreams thing is it?”
“What’s a wildest dreams thing?” he asks.
“You know the Taylor Swift song…”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t know Taylor Swift songs,” he says, giving me a boyish grin.
“Pity. It’s a good one, but basically it’s about an actor having an affair with his co-star while on location, then promptly forgetting about her when he gets home.”
“That is not what this is, Stacee. I swear. I know there is something between us. I know you can feel it too. This is more than sex, more than how beautiful you are.”
“I can feel it.”
“Then what is it?” I move my hand to lace my fingers into his.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“Of what?”
“This. Us. What if we don’t work out?”
“We’ll get to each other before anything happens. If we don’t suit, no harm done.”
“You’d wait for me?”
“I’d wait until the world dried up and blew away for you. Don’t you get that?”
“Okay. So what do we do now?”
“This is now our first date. I’ll get dinner, you drink your champagne and tell me about you and your family.”
“Alright,” I say, taking a sip of my champagne. It’s the only alcohol I drink. I also drink it in limited quantities. I watch as he moves around the tiny kitchen, plating up spaghetti and meatballs. “That looks delicious.”
“It is. It’s from Luciano’s.”
“That’s my favorite restaurant,” I tell him.
“Mine too.”
“Can I help with anything?”
“No. I’ve got it.” He brings a basket of bread, napkins, and silverware to the table. Then he goes back to get the plates. He sits one down in front of me and sits back across from me. I drape my cloth napkin across my lap, and he does the same thing. I take a bite and moan a little bit. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I’m starving. Tyson groans, and I look up at him.
“What?”
“You can’t make noises like that. Not if I’m supposed to behave like a gentleman.” He adjusts himself under the table, and my mouth goes dry. I reach for my champagne, taking a gulp.
“Sorry,” I say, but I can’t help my grin.
“Tell me about your family.”
“Oh. That’s fun. I am a triplet, as I believe I said.”
“Yes. The photographic memory triplets.”
“We are affectionately referred to as The Beaufort Three.”
“Of course you are,” he says, laughing.
“Anyway. We were in a car accident at Thanksgiving 2021, and we lost our parents. We almost lost Courtnee too, but she pulled through.”
“Oh my God, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“I never know what to say when people say that, but thank you. It means a lot.”
“Any other family?”
“No. Grandma passed away last September, so it’s just us girls now.”