The second we got on board, I ordered a whiskey.
I was feeling impulsive and impatient.
I wanted to make something happen.
With Kitty.
Chapter Three
Eloise
My nerves were strung out. I couldn’t figure Dak out. He was being flirtatious. He was being sweet. He was being mischievous.
One minute he was saying things that sounded like complete and utter bullshit. The next he was defending me against mean girls and telling his mother he loved her.
He clearly enjoyed messing with me over his phone.
As I sat in first class on the plane and tried to relax, I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to fall for digging his phone out of his pocket. He’d done it just to rattle me. It had worked.
I had taken one look at that bulge beneath his jeans and almost fainted.
It had looked hard.
Why was it hard?
I had no idea, though it’s my general understanding even a strong breeze can give a man an erection, so I wasn’t going to presume it had anything to do with me.
I had also never realized how sexy someone feeding me food could be. I didn’t want the damn pretzel but with Dak’s enormous fingers sliding it between my lips, it felt erotic as heck. I probably would have eaten the whole thing that way, with damp panties, if the gate agent hadn’t saved me by announcing boarding.
Dak was drinking booze and watching a movie.
I was sipping water and staring straight ahead, glancing over at him every ten seconds to make sure he hadn’t launched a tirade on social media on who knew what.
It was exhausting and I was getting a tension headache. Thank God the flight was only a couple of hours. Dak’s six-foot-five frame took up more than his allotted space. To accommodate the length of his legs, he had his knees spread apart, and his right knee kept bumping mine.
Will’s words at the office ran through my head. He’s fucking with you.
Maybe he was. Hell, he clearly was. But none of that mattered. What was important was I needed to survive this weekend without losing my job.
“Miss, would you like something else to drink?” the flight attendant asked me.
First class at least was fun. It seemed like every five minutes they were offering me something. I’d already eaten a soba noodle salad for lunch. “Uh, no, thank you.” I wanted wine like the devil wants souls, but I dug deep for some willpower.
“Mr. North?” she asked, giving Dak a wide smile. “Can I get you anything?”
“I’ll take another.” He tossed back what was left in his glass.
Oh, boy. “Maybe you’ve had enough?” I asked, my voice rising unnaturally high.
“Nope.” He winked at the flight attendant. “You know I can handle my liquor, right, darlin’?”
She giggled and gave a tinkling laugh. “Of course you can. You are an adult.” She shot me a disapproving look, then smiled at him again. “I’ll be right back.”
Annoyed that Dak was flirting with the flight attendant instead of me, I turned to the window to gaze out over the clouds. A cup plunked down on my tray. I turned back to see Dak closing his own tray and unbuckling his seat belt.
“Where are you going?” I asked, alarmed.
Dak shot me an amused look. “Out on the wing. Where the hell do you think I’m going? The john.”
“Oh, okay.” I settled back, berating myself for being an idiot.
There was a droplet of whiskey still in Dak’s glass that he’d shifted to my tray. I drank it. It tasted terrible. Shuddering, I looked over at his seat, wanting confirmation his phone was resting there. It wasn’t.
He’d taken his phone to the restroom.
Damn it.
Would he try something?
Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
Then again.
Why didn’t he just leave it with me or on the seat?
He must be planning to tweet.
I jerked in my seat, my knee bumping the tray table, jostling the empty cup. I grabbed it and set it on Dak’s seat and closed my tray. I unbuckled and slid out into the aisle. The flight attendant raised her eyebrows in question at me when I went to the closed restroom door and knocked on it.
I gave her a shrug and a smile. “Dak?”
“Yeah?” Dak’s deep voice came back at me.
“I need your phone.”
“Eloise. Seriously. It’s not a good time. I’m taking a piss.”
I leaned as close to the door as I could without touching it, trying to see if I could hear the tapping sounds of him typing on his phone. “Dak?”
“What?” he growled.
“Are you on your phone?” I made the mistake of glancing to my left. The guy in the first row of first class was staring at me like I was a lunatic.
I felt a little crazy.
“No, I am not on my phone.”
“Are you sure?” I didn’t really believe him. It was taking him an awfully long time.
“Open the door if you don’t believe me.” The distinct sound of the lock being slid open had me pulling back. The vacant sign appeared.
Taking a deep breath, I cracked open the door.
Dak wasn’t on his phone.
He wasn’t peeing either.
He was tucking his very large cock back into his jeans. He glanced at me. “Satisfied I’m not embarrassing myself?”
Oh, those were such loaded words. My cheeks burned. I had seen a lot of thick dick, with shiny pink flesh before it had disappeared into his jeans. “I… I’m sorry. It just was taking a long time…”
He washed his hands and dried them. He looked like he’d had more room in the womb than he did in the restroom. He was hunched over and his hands were the size of the sink itself. “That’s because it’s hard for a guy like me to move around in this sardine can. I think the Mile High Club is complete and utter bullshit.”
I stepped back to let him out of the restroom. I pushed my glasses up on my nose. “I think that term came into play when flights were much roomier in the sixties and early seventies. Air travel was very glamorous in those days. They had bars and second floors and pianos.”
Dak was watching me in amusement. “Kitty. Go back to your seat.”
“Right. Of course.” I was blocking his ability to return to his seat. Embarrassed, I slunk back into my seat and retrieved his empty cup so he could sit down. “Sorry.”
“Next time I’ll leave my phone with you, promise.” He put his seat belt back on and gestured to the flight attendant.
She brought him the drink he’d ordered before going to the restroom. She looked at me like I was a psycho bitch who didn’t deserve Dak. I didn’t even bother to try and explain myself. There really wasn’t a way to explain bursting in on a man in a private moment.
That cock… I shivered.
“Do you want any wine or anything?” Dak asked.
“Actually, yes, I do. Whatever white wine they have, thank you.” I had vowed not to drink but that was before I had seen parts of Dak I should never have seen. I was going to be seeing that for hours, not to mention in my dreams.
“Do you think anyone, I mean besides me, saw anything?” I asked Dak, chewing my fingernail. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you.”