One Night with the CEO by Mia Sosa Read Free Book Online Page B

by her presence didn’t last long enough. Minutes later, she returned to her seat. She’d taken off her jacket and wrapped its sleeves around her waist. The T-shirt she wore stretched across her chest, the look so enticing he nearly chewed the inside of his mouth to stop himself from making a rash move—like marching her back to the restroom so they could have sex at twenty-five-thousand feet. She’d never agree to a reckless liaison like that, but a guy and his fantasies were like a guy and his dick: where one went, the other most definitely followed.
    He stood and let her pass. Kept his face blank, too, when her hands brushed against his waist as she maneuvered around him. Stopped himself from breathing the sweet scent that lingered in his space after she’d dropped into her seat. Batted away a few of her curls when she flipped her hair like an actress in a shampoo commercial. He predicted this would be a turbulent flight. For his libido.
    Karen whipped out her e-reader, and he caught himself peeking at her digital library. The covers surprised him. There were bare chests everywhere. Lots of windswept hair and openmouthed kisses. Sexy as fuck. And not appreciated at this moment.
    The innocent temptress caught him spying on her reading material and widened her eyes in excitement. “ Oooh , this is a good one. The heroine’s a mechanic and car detailer. The hero is a straitlaced businessman. She’s jacked up his ride by mistake. Made it so he can barely recognize his prized sports car.” Karen leaned into him and whispered, “And when he finds out what happened, he’s furious. She is, too. Because he’s such a jerk about it. But the sparks between them? Undeniable.”
    He leaned in, wanting to hear more.
    “You can just tell the sex scenes are going to be explosive.” She mimicked an explosion with her hands and voice.
    He hadn’t expected her to be so animated, so her overblown demonstration nearly propelled him out of his seat. To save face, he pretended to search for something under his ass as he patted the bottom cushion. “Sounds riveting. I didn’t figure on you reading that kind of stuff.”
    “When I’m nervous or stressed, a solid romance is the perfect escape. A steady diet of medical textbooks isn’t healthy. Even I know that. Not sure I’ll read it on the flight, though. I’m exhausted.” She glanced at him. “I sure could use a drink. To relax me, you know? You think they’ll offer whiskey?”
    It sounded like an innocent question, but he had no interest in engaging her on this topic. “You like whiskey?”
    She grinned. “I’ve only had it once. You probably don’t remember, but it was the night we met, actually.”
    He wanted to forget what she’d told him the night they’d met, but this conversation dredged it all back to the surface, where he wouldn’t be able to ignore the way she’d made him feel. Refusing to take the bait, he shrugged. “Sorry. Much of that night is fuzzy to me. I only remember bits and pieces here and there. Like Ethan and Gracie’s big news.”
    She tapped her index finger against the top of her right thigh. “Well, that’s good. I might have said some things best left unsaid.”
    Do not let her see you sweat, Mark. “Like what?”
    She stopped tapping and waved her hand. “Oh, nothing really. Let’s forget about it.”
    Excellent. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. She didn’t want to go there again with him. So now they could interact with each other as friends. Nothing more. Relieved, he took a cleansing breath and settled into his seat, ready to review the report his Human Resources Department had sent him.
    Two minutes into the first page of the report, he stopped. Karen was fidgeting, shifting in her seat in search of a comfortable spot. When that appeared not to work, she rustled through her bag, setting random contents on the seat tray table. She turned to him and puckered her lips. He drew back, unable to figure out what she could