The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(65)

“Well . . .” I think for a moment. “It was my first car, and I’d only had it a week. I was driving with my friend, and the day was as hot as hell. We were on our way to buy some cheap jeans from a market, and the temperature gauge started overheating.”

He smiles as he listens.

“We pulled into a service station, and I called my dad, and he told me to put oil in it.” I shrug. “But we didn’t know where the oil went, so we assumed it went in the little hole that you measure it from.”

“The dipstick?” he gasps in disbelief. “How on earth did you get it in there?”

I laugh. This is the most ridiculous story I ever heard of. “We borrowed a funnel and then poured it in, and it overflowed everywhere.” I shake my head as I remember it as clear as day. “We thought it was fine and started driving, and then oil we’d spilled on the engine caught on fire.”

His eyes widen. “What happened?”

“My beloved five-hundred-dollar car that I saved up for a year for was frigging totaled in just one week; that’s what happened.”

We both laugh and then eventually fall silent.

I lean onto my elbow as I look over at the gorgeous naked man beside me. “You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.”

He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.”

“What?” I smirk.

He reaches over and cups my face in his hand, and his thumb dusts over my bottom lip. “I never asked for your number.”





Chapter 14

“Will you hurry up, woman?” Jameson calls from his running position up in front.

I’m panting for dear life as I try to keep up. Oh hell, he’s trying to kill me.

“What’s the rush?”

He turns around and runs back to me.

I frown as I watch him. “God, you’re so perky and energetic in the morning.”

He laughs and sprints off as I keep shuffling along. I watch him do a loop so that he can still see me, and then he sprints back.

“How do you run so fast?”

He jogs backward in front of me as we talk. “Well, what I do is I imagine someone is chasing me with an ax.” He’s hardly even out of breath.

“What?” I frown. “Are you kidding me?”

He shakes his head with a cheeky grin.

“Your relaxation tool is to imagine someone is chasing you with a fucking ax.”

He laughs as he jogs backward. “It works. I run much faster that way.”

“This is all making sense now,” I puff. “The puzzle is falling into place here.”

“What puzzle?”

“Your back is tight because your masseuse continually puts it out so she can fuck you again.”

He grins.

“Your relaxation exercise is to be chased by an ax murderer.”

He laughs.

“And you go out seven nights a week. No wonder you’re stressed out, you crazy bastard.”

He pulls me to him by my T-shirt and kisses me on the lips. “Lucky I have you to fuck me calm, then, isn’t it?”

“Damn straight,” I pant. We need to stop talking. I can’t run and talk at the same time. What kind of Olympic athlete does he think I am?

“What exercise would you recommend I do? For relaxing, I mean,” he asks as he falls in to jog beside me slowly.

I think for a moment. “Aqua aerobics.”

“Ha.” He laughs. “I’m not that old.”

“You’re pretty old,” I pant.

“Do you want to race me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because that murderer has his ax in my lungs, and I’m about to die at any second. I hope you know resuscitation.”

He chuckles. “Wimp.” He takes off at high speed, and I shuffle along and smile as I watch him loop Central Park as he always keeps me in sight.

Jameson Miles is extremely fit . . . and extremely hot.

And luckily for me, I’m his fuck bunny.

I stand in the foyer as I wait for Ava and Molly. We’re just going on our lunch break, and Molly is talking to one of the security guards. I think she’s a little sweet on him.

“You coming out this weekend?” Ava asks.

“Um, I’m not sure what I’m doing yet. I might be going home.” Jeez, I don’t really want to go out with her again. She’s only interested in men if they have money. That’s just so left field for me that I can’t deal with it.

One of the elevators opens, and Tristan steps out and then Jameson. They have two other men with them. Wearing a navy suit and a crisp white shirt, he is the epitome of gorgeous man. Dark hair, square jaw, and those piercing blue eyes. It’s hard to believe that just six hours ago, he was deep inside my body in the shower. He took me twice when we got home from our run this morning. The man’s an animal. His dick is out of this world.

I’ve died and gone to CEO heaven.

“Oh my God,” Ava whispers. “Look who’s coming.”

Jameson is deep in conversation with the men as the four of them stride through the crowded foyer. Everyone stops and stares. I stand still as he walks past, and at the last moment he glances up and catches sight of me. His step falters, and I give him a subtle shake of my head. I don’t want anyone to know about us. He nods once as if in understanding and keeps walking as he falls back into his conversation. We watch as they leave through the front doors and disappear up the street.