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CONNOR

The script I’d received from my agent before I boarded the flight lay in my lap, untouched, as I tried to find the energy to read another shallow part playing the leading man in an unintelligent and boring action romantic comedy. On top of my frustration of where my career was heading, the beautiful flight attendant with curves in the right places who’d flirted with me when I boarded earlier left me alone with the promise of a drink, but I hadn’t seen her in the last fifteen minutes. I stopped myself from pressing the call button when her excited voice grew louder as she drew closer to the front of the plane, cooing at someone.

Curious, I turned back in time to see the divider pushed aside and a nervous, fidgety kid hesitated when she displayed the open seat next to me. I appreciated beauty in all forms, and this man held my immediate fascination with his cherub-like face along with his cute, nerd glasses. An anthesis of the typical age of someone I went for, but something about the innocence of him drew me.

With medium length, wild dark brown hair curled on the top of his head, along with his button nose, and his wide, lushmouth, excitement sizzled under my skin at the prospect of debauching him. His skinner frame and legs that went for miles brought up images of them wrapped around my waist as I fucked him against a wall.

Wholesome, that was the word that came to mind as I pictured all the ways his body could use mine for his pleasure, and when I glanced back at his face, my heart jumped when noticed the freckles along his cheeks. The dream died as quickly as it formed when I noticed him clutching his backpack to his chest like a lifeline, looking freaked.

When they stopped next to the aisle, my gaze hadn’t moved away from Mr. Innocent, as I realized he wasn’t a kid.

Fuck!

She started speaking, and I caught the last half of her question. “So, can he sit next to you, Mr. Blake?”

My head nodded before I’d even made the conscious decision to do so, and yet I huffed in annoyance when the guy made no advance to move into the window seat next to me. I raised my brow in question.

The man who captured my fascination said, “That’s okay, I don’t need an upgrade. Besides, he’s settled in already. I can go to my seat at the back of the plane. I don’t want to be a bother.”

With a stroke of luck, I caught the gasp wanting to escape my throat at the deep voice coming from him. I cleared it, but the moment he turned his azure eyes my way, I almost moaned at having his full attention.

His eyes widened as his gaze moved over my face. The perusal almost like a caress, before he snapped them back up to stare into my eyes. But there was no recognition as he blinked at me before skimming lower, blushing when he caught himself, as I stared right back at him. His skin turned a lovely shade of peach and I had to find out.

“Am I familiar to you?”

Without breaking eye contact, he said, “I’m sorry, but no.” His brows drew down as he stared at me. And it was true. There was no recognition in his eyes.

I smiled and asked, “Window or aisle?”

At the question, he glanced back toward economy before he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but said, “Aisle, please. If you don’t mind, I mean.”

Never breaking away from his expressive eyes and impressed by his over the top manners were cute, I slid over to the other seat.

“Um, thank you. It was kind of you to move after you had already settled in.”

He lowered himself into the seat next to me, brushing my arm as his scent of pine and lavender drifted over to me. But before I opened my mouth and asked all the questions, his movements became jerky and quick as he fastened his seat belt, tightening it with a yank. I winced, thinking about all the circulation he’d cut off from his lower half. When I made no move to copy him, he stared into my lap for longer than polite and then back up to my face.

My body heated with his motions that weren’t sexual, but seemed like a stroke of his warm, deft hands up my legs and torso. I found myself unable to pull away when his eyes pierced me, his brows furrowed, and a concerned expression morphed on his face.

“What?” I asked.

He cleared his throat before he asked, “May I please ask you to fasten your seat belt?”

A smile I couldn’t hold back broke free at the concern from the younger man. Thinking back, other than my mom and siblings, no one cared about my safety. They wanted my money or the fame they garnered from being on my arm at the partiesand events I was required to attend, but someone other than family, considering my well-being, was new.

Inquisitive beyond reason, I held out my hand and when the younger man placed his sizable palm against mine, awareness bolted up my arm and settled into my chest. I opened my mouth and croaked. Clearing my throat, I tried again.

“Connor Blake.”

Again, no recognition of my name registered on his face, and the tension released from my body in a relieved sigh.

“Oliver Bright. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Connor.”

“It’s a joy to meet you, too, Ollie. You don’t mind if I call you Ollie, do you? It’s only that Oliver is so formal and stuffy.”

As if drawn to every movement, I watched in fascination as his cheeks washed in a gorgeous peach blush.