The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

xox

I probably should play a little hard to get and pretend I have something going on . . . but I just don’t have it in me. I email back.

Jay,

I’ll make dinner. What do you want?

FB

xoxo

A reply bounces back.

The only thing I want to eat tonight is you. Now get back to work before I bend you over your desk.

xox

I smirk as I feel my face flush, and I click out of my emails. He is undoubtedly the hottest man on earth.

I feel like a master chef in Jameson’s fancy kitchen. It’s just now seven, and I turn the gas on and lift the pot of water onto it. I like having dinner ready for him. I know he’s never had it, so it feels special to do it for him.

The security buzzer sounds, and I look around. Shit. Where’s the intercom?

I see a phone and screen near the front door. I pick up. “Hello?”

“Hello, this is Matthew, the physio. I’m here for a massage therapy session.”

I smile as I stare at the screen. Matthew is good looking, has the whole Scandinavian thing going on. “Come up.” I push the button and release the door for him, and he disappears into the elevator. Moments later, he knocks on the door. “Hello.” I smile.

“Hi.” He walks in wearing a white uniform and carrying a fold-up massage bed.

Wow . . . Matthew is really hot. Maybe I should get a massage too?

“Where do you want me to set up?” he asks.

“Umm.” I frown as I look around. Where do I want him to set up? “Just hang on a minute.” I walk down the hallway and peer into the rooms. There’s a room at the end with a treadmill and weight bench. “Just down here at the end, please.”

He saunters down with his sexy walk and begins to set up. Suddenly I’m reminded that this is the exact scenario that Jameson had with Chloe . . . only they really did have sex. My stomach rolls at the thought.

Stop it.

“I’ll be out here if you need me.” I walk nervously back out into the kitchen. Shit, is it safe to leave him down there alone? Should I be watching him or something?

I peer back down the hall to make sure he doesn’t come out of that room and snoop around. Oh, damn it, what’s the protocol with strangers in a place like this?

The front door clicks, and Jameson comes into view. “Hello,” he says flatly.

I smile. “Hi.” I wrap my arms around him. “How’s my man?”

“Fine.” He brushes past me in a rush.

Oh. I frown. That’s not the greeting I was hoping for.

“Is he here yet?”

“Yes, in the room down at the end.”

“I’ll just have a quick shower. Can you tell him I’ll be five minutes, please?”