Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(4)

I checked out my table companion’s hand. No ring. I couldn’t remember meeting a hot woman in first class unless I’d bought the ticket.

Our drinks had arrived and we were still alone in this section of the lounge. I’d meant to sit near her when I’d arrived, as I’d been intrigued on the plane, but I’d not seen where she’d gone, so I’d headed back here. It was a place not many people knew about. Apparently, she did. Did she come to this lounge a lot? A wealthy heiress, perhaps? I was used to being with women who wanted my money, not women who had their own.

I finished off a few emails, then shut down my computer and put it back in my carry-on, leaving my notebook and phone in front of me on the table.

I leaned back into my chair, watching her slicing through her cake with her fork. “So, you like cake, virgin mojitos and red lipstick. I’d guess you also like fifties movies, kittens and the beach.” I wanted to add and I bet you f*ck like a train, but didn’t.

It was true. I’d been with enough women to know the ones who were gorgeous but terrible lovers apart from the ones that were built for sex.

The woman in front of me was made for f*cking. Those full, ripe breasts, that red, swollen mouth. I shifted in my seat at the thought of my fingers wrapped around her tiny waist and smoothing over hips that flared out into that incredible ass I’d caught as she’d left the plane. And I bet she was loud. We’d have to go somewhere private to allow her to let go and scream as hard as she was going to when I touched her.

She didn’t respond to my assessment. Most women found it charming when I read them like that. More often than not I got it right. “Tell me what else.”

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “I don’t like kittens.”

“But I was right about the movies and the beach.”

She shrugged. “Who doesn’t like fifties movies and the beach?”

It was a fair comment. “So tell me something unique about you.”

She smiled, though it wasn’t the flirty one I was used to. More of a polite smile, reserved for checkout girls and chumps like me who were crashing and burning. “I’m good. I’m busy.”

Oh. A stab of disappointment hit me in the stomach. I wanted to have a little fun. Work was under control. I was ready to lighten up. I didn’t normally have to work so hard to get a woman to play along, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily—I liked a challenge. “What are you reading?”

She lowered her notebook. “You know, I’m sure any number of the flight attendants, male or female, would be happy to indulge you in”—she swirled her hand in my direction—“whatever it is you’re doing.”

I took a sip of my soda water, my eyes not leaving her. “I’m not interested in the cabin crew. I’m flirting with you, hoping you’ll flirt back.”

She set her book on the table and looked right at me. Her eyes were beautiful. Wide and deep brown and she had a beauty spot high on her right cheekbone. Stunning. “And what is the purpose of that? You seem pretty able to occupy yourself with your gadgetry. You can’t be bored.”

“I’m not bored. I want to get to know you.” I grinned. I was happy to use all the weapons in my arsenal. She was worth it.

She cocked her head and frowned. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Like I want to make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars?” I held my breath for a second, wondering how she’d react. It could have been a step too far.

She shook her head but raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t lost her.

“Oh really? You think that’s ever going to happen?”

“I know it will. You’re curious. You’ve been checking me out.”

She blushed, but I wasn’t trying to make her feel bad.

“I enjoyed it. Don’t be embarrassed. I love attracting the attention of a beautiful woman.” The cabin crew’s attention was irritating, but being eye-f*cked by a woman like her was invigorating.

She rolled her eyes. She thought it was a line. To be fair, it sounded like one, but I meant it. I’d noticed her, so I’d have been disappointed if she hadn’t noticed me.

“Just because I saw something glittery and new in the shop window doesn’t mean I’m going to hand over my credit card and take it home.”

I chuckled. “Oh honey, I don’t charge.” She’d totally owned checking me out and given me a put down at the same time.

I needed a different tactic. “Shall we rewind slightly? My name’s Dylan James.” I held out my hand.

She took a breath as if she were trying to gather her patience, but eventually held out her hand. “Beth Harrison.”

I pressed my palm against hers and savored the warm softness of her skin next to mine. So smooth. I’d happily lick every inch of her.

“So tell me about yourself. Are you going to London for business or pleasure?” I asked.

She sighed. “We’re in an airport together for an hour, then we’ll never see each other again. I’m not sure we need to get to know each other.”

“If you never talked to strangers, you’d never meet anyone new. You’re not interested in human connection?”

She narrowed her eyes, clearly considering my question. “I’m not interested in the kind of human connection you’re suggesting.”