Beautiful Secret (Beautiful Bastard #4) by Christina Lauren Read Free Book Online

things happen.”
    I wanted to slap myself for the thought that came next, the urge to climb over and straddle his narrow, fit hips. Fucking hell, Ruby. Did you not read agenda note #1? Don’t be an idiot around Niall Stella .
    He stretched, oblivious to my meltdown. “I seem to have dozed off myself there, so . . . I apologize for that.”
    “Oh, God, no. Don’t be sorry. You looked adora—” I started, then snapped my mouth shut. “We’ll be landing soon, I’m just going to get changed.”
    Without waiting for him to move, I climbed out of my seat, straddling his lap in the process. He made to stand before realizing I was a woman on a mission of escape and if he stood his crotch would come into direct, awkward contact with mine, so he simply grabbed his armrests as if holding on for dear life. It meant my ass was directly in his face, but I suppose that was preferable to an unintentional dry hump.
    Life Alert? We have a situation here .
    I didn’t look at him as I grabbed my carry-on from the overhead bin and moved as quickly as my legs would go to the nearest available bathroom.
    Safely locked in the tiny room, I exhaled for what felt like the first time in minutes. Why was it so impossible for me to act like a normal human being around him?
    “Get it together,” I told my reflection, and roughly opened my bag. I had everything I needed in there; unfortunately, the idea of changing in an airplane restroom was far better than the mechanics of actually doing it.
    I banged my head on the counter as I bent to push my pants down my hips. We hit a pocket of turbulence as I lifted my foot to slip on my skirt, and it nearly ended up in the toilet before I was knocked back into the door with a loud bang. It took me ten minutes to dress and fix my hair, and there was zero question that every single person in first class—and probably beyond—had looked toward the bathroom in concern at least once, wondering what the hell was going on in there. But with my head held high, I stepped out and took my seat.
    The fact that Niall Stella was noticeably still did not ease my nerves.
    He didn’t look my way, instead keeping his eyes straight ahead, and murmured an “All right?” when I’d rebuckled my seat belt.
    “Perfect,” I lied. “Being trapped in a tiny space, I decided it was a good time to dance.”
    A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he bent down and laughed outright. “I did some of that myself while you were in there.”
    Something inside me melted, and it was all I could do to not turn, take his face in my hands, and make out with him like there was no tomorrow.

    The plane landed ten minutes ahead of schedule. Passengers began to stand and pull their things from the overhead compartments, and I stood in front of Niall aswe waited to make our way down the aisle toward the exit.
    I looked over my shoulder at him, wanting to make sure he was all set. But he didn’t look down to meet my eyes. He was staring with determination at the ceiling of the plane.
    Something was off.
    For six months I’d worked in the same building as Niall Stella and he’d never really noticed me. This was different. This wasn’t the oblivious avoidance I’d seen in the past, this was deliberate. He was fidgety and flustered and if it would have been acceptable to shove me out of the way and run to the taxi stand to flee the scene, I thought he might do it.
    First class and coach were filing out the same door and I turned again, smiling at him as we waited for the people in front of us to move. “We’re a little early, so our driver might not be here yet,” I said.
    His eyes darted down to mine and then quickly away.
    “Right,” he said.
    Okaaaaay .
    I turned on my heel and continued on down the row, when a woman near me reached out, tugging on my skirt.
    “Girl code, girl code,” she whispered, and I looked down at her, confused. “Your skirt is tucked into your underwear.”
    MY WHAT?
    She leaned in and