In Flight by R. K. Lilley Read Free Book Online Page B

were in his pockets.   I studied him, suddenly realizing how bored and detached he looked.   I recalled what he’d said about only sticking around to make sure I got back in one piece.   “You don’t have to stay here.   I’m just fine.”
    He pulled me against him suddenly.   I stiffened, but he just pushed my cheek into his chest.   “You’re an infuriating woman,” he said into my hair.   I tried to shove away from him for that comment, but I couldn’t seem to budge him.   “I would be happy to walk you back to your room, but I’m not leaving you here when you’re acting like this.”
    “You don’t know anything about me.   I may act this way all the time,” I said, but the words were muffled into his shirt.  
    He was wearing the softest T-shirt I’d ever felt.   I was suddenly nuzzling against it.   I realized that I hadn’t even seen what he was wearing.   It wasn’t a suit, and I hadn’t even gotten a chance to check him out.  
    I pulled back, looking with fascination at his casual attire.   His shirt was a navy V-neck T-shirt with a small pocket over the left side of his chest.   Right over his nipple, I thought.   It was fitted, showing off his sleek muscles.   And it was sooo soft.  
    I started running my hands over it, and he didn’t stop me.   He wore casual gray slacks with navy running shoes.   He looked positively edible.  
    “Someday soon I’m going to tie you up and tease you just the way you’re teasing me right now, with no hope for release for at least a night.”   His voice was soft and earnest.   His words stilled my hands immediately.   Apparently I wasn’t doing a great job of scaring him off.   Yet.  
    I snapped my fingers at him as I got an idea.   I was steadier on my feet as I pulled completely out of his arms.   Just a few minutes without imbibing was improving my balance.  
    “I have a surprise for you,” I told him ominously, and stalked toward the Karaoke DJ.  
    I whispered my request in the strange man’s ear, and he nodded, shooting a look at James.  
    I put a finger over my lips.   “Shhh.   It’s a surprise for Mr. Beautiful.”
    James watched me stoically as I climbed onto the tiny stage.   Surprisingly, there was no one in line, so I got to go immediately.   Before I’d gone to the bathroom there had been a line nearly out the door of people waiting to perform.   Now the place was just getting emptier by the second.  
    That was fine with me.   This hot mess of a show was all for James Cavendish.  
    I couldn’t help it.   I started to giggle as the first notes of S&M came on and I saw his eyes widen.   I got myself under control enough to start singing to it when the words came on the screen, shooting him sassy looks and even throwing in a little bit of wiggling to the beat.   I even bent down to flip my hair at a small pause in the song.   Oh, lord , that almost knocked me off the stage.  
    He moved closer at my reckless action, as though to catch me if I really did fall off.  
    I got a little off track when Melissa strutted over and started talking to him.   Did she really have to stand so close to him?   Apparently, she did.   She even pressed against him as she spoke into his ear.  
    He didn’t seem to mind either, talking to her now more than he was watching me.   It seemed to be a very serious conversation for two people who had just met.   Or did they know each other?  
    That’s it , I decided.   I was going to find out.  
    The music hadn’t even stopped when I stomped off the stage.  
    James gave me a small smile as I approached.   Melissa wasn’t touching him anymore, but she was still standing way too close to him.  
    “Thank you for the surprise, Bianca.   I won’t forget that for as long as I live.”   His voice was warm and full of good humor.   Dammit .   That had not been what I was going for.  
    “Do you two know each other?” I asked abruptly.  
    James looked a little