The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“I never worry about action, but only inaction,” she fires back without hesitation.

“Exactly, so as a fellow Churchill tragic, I demand you have dinner with me tonight.”

She smiles and stands. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m washing my hair.”

“Why would you want to wash it when you could be getting it dirty?”

She shrugs casually. “I’m just not interested in you. You’re not my type.”

I stare at her as her words roll around in my head. Ouch.

I purse my lips as my eyes hold hers. That’s the first time I’ve ever been flat-out rejected. “Very well; your loss.”

“Maybe.” She turns to leave. “Nice to see you again, though. You must be very proud of your achievements.”

I rise and open the door in a rush. She looks up at me, and I clench my hand at my side to stop myself from touching her. “Goodbye, Emily.”

“Goodbye,” she breathes as the air swirls between us. “Thanks for giving me a job.” She smiles.

I nod once. It’s not the only job I have for you.

She turns and walks out and into the elevator, and I slam the door and storm back into my office.

I’m not her type . . . since when?

I hold the remote up to the security television screen and turn it back on. “Get me the fortieth floor,” I ask the voice control.

It flickers, and then a picture comes up with the fortieth floor. I watch as she steps out of the elevator. “Follow her.”

The camera follows her as she walks up the aisle and then to her seat at her desk.

“Camera above that area,” I command.

The screen flickers, and she comes into view. The office is empty, and she takes out her phone and begins to scroll. She crosses her legs, and I sit forward as her thigh becomes visible through the split. I watch her as arousal swirls between my legs.

So . . . fucking hot.

She’s looking something up. “Zoom in,” I command.

The camera zooms in, and I squint as I try to read what she’s googling.

Jameson Miles.

I sit back and smile. Bingo.

Chapter 4

Emily

“What about this one?” Aaron smiles. “Hot firefighter rescues kitten from a drain.”

I shrug. “I’ll do that story for sure.”

He smirks. “Me too.”