Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I enter through the side door. “Just me,” I yell loudly. “Frank’s still at the bar. He bought everyone a round. I came home early. Jet lag is kicking the old behind.”
“God, could you be louder? Some of us are trying to sleep!” yells Emma.
My eyes arrow to her door.
At the end of the hallway, Mrs. Charles peeks her head out. “Good to see you, son. Have a nice rest, and Emma Charles, don’t be so rude to our guest.”
I wave to Mrs. Charles, toe off my boots, and then stomp noisily down the stairs. Or at least I make it seem that way. I don’t actually move from the top step. Halfway through my production, I hear Mrs. Charles’ retreat into the bedroom. Stealthily, I slide stocking-footed across the waxed wood floors to the first door on the left.
“Took you long enough,” Emma whispers when I arrive. She’s sitting on the bed wearing the same clothes she was dressed in at the bar. Jean shorts and a shirt. No boots. “I thought you’d come in through the window, like a ninja.”
“I’m a fighter pilot. We usually blow the doors down with enough force and sound to wake a whole neighborhood.” I stalk forward, pulling off my T-shirt.
Her eyes widen at the sight of my bare chest, but she manages to stay on topic. “Don’t you have secret planes?”
“If we did and I told you, I’d have to kill you.” I unbuckle my belt and with one hand, rip the button fly open.
“Oh, is that why guys like the buttons over the zippers?” she asks. Her gaze is pinned at my waist.
“That and no one likes the idea of their meat getting caught between the metal teeth.” I raise my hand to capture her head, but she scoots back against the wall.
“Wait.” Suddenly she seems nervous. “This seems very easy for you. How often have you done this?”
“Sneaking into a girl’s room to get cozy? Not a one.”
A mulish expression sets into her features. She crosses her arms and glares at me. “I don’t believe you.”
My dick feels exposed, and he’s not even out of my jeans yet. “I’m telling you the truth.”
“If you have no experience, then how were you going to please me?”
My spirits take a dive. She’s using the past tense. I’m not sure how to save this. Mistrustful women were not in the flight handbook. And she’s not wrong. Pilots have a bad reputation. Some of the guys in my crew have fucked so many girls around the base that they can’t even go out in public without getting cursed at by someone.
“I figure it’s much like flying. Pay attention to the signals of the plane, how it feels under your touch, and move with it.”
“I didn’t save myself all these years to give my virginity to some flight jockey who has probably used these lines on a girl in every continent.”
“I’ve never been to Antarctica, so you’d be wrong.”
“That only leaves six other continents and hundreds of millions of women.” She swipes my shirt off the ground and throws it at me. “Put this on and stop flashing your pecs at me. I can’t think. They’re blinding me.”
“Don’t know a thing you could say that would get me to dress slower.” I throw the shirt onto the bed and close the distance between us, backing her all the way to the wall. I slam a palm by the side of her face. “If I’m good in bed, you’re going to think I’ve been fucking around. If I’m bad, you won’t invite me back, so I’m going to do a good job, make you come a million times, and by the time we’re done, you won’t have one complaint.”
“By the time we’re done?” she echoes. “You haven’t even gotten my shirt off and you’re already navigating your escape path.” She stomps over to the door and whips it open. “Get out.”
CHAPTER 10
EMMA
Vincent stands there for a long second unmoving. Is he shocked to be turned down? Probably. I’m sure girls throw themselves at him all the time. Hell, I witnessed it myself firsthand at the bar earlier. Not that he’d paid them much mind but still. I know it’s not hard for him to hook a girl.
I don’t know what came over me when I suggested he come to my room tonight. Not sure why I thought I could do this fling thing. I shouldn’t care so much who he’s been with or what lines he uses. But for some reason I do. It had killed the mood for me. I’d gone from being ready for him to take whatever he wanted to practically telling him to get the hell out of my bedroom.
“Escape you?” He lets out a low chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll ever escape you, Emma Charles. You’ve consumed my every thought since I saw the top of your head slipping through the crowd this afternoon at the bar.” My body can’t help but react to his words. Such a smooth talker.