The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Which he has,” Aaron interrupts.

“He will make it happen. I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just all seems too good to be true, and the whole Claudia situation has freaked me out a little. Can I really believe that Claudia and he will just break off all communication now?”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Here we go. Have you two idiots been sniffing ink cartridges today?” She screws up her napkin with force. “Stop being a fucking negative bitch. If he didn’t tell you he loved you, that would have been a problem. Now that he has, he has an ulterior motive.” She throws her hands up in disgust. “Will you two come back to Earth?” She gets up. “We have to get back.” She storms out, and Aaron and I watch her cross the street.

“She needs a goo

d deep dicking,” Aaron mutters. “She’s in full bitch mode.”

I giggle as I watch her walk into the building. “You could be right.”

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and exhale heavily. I turn and check my behind. I’m wearing a gold Chanel dress that Jameson picked off the rack yesterday. My long dark hair is set into large curls and pinned behind one ear, and my makeup is glamorous with glossy red lips.

I’m nervous as all hell. This is the first time I’ve ever been anywhere formal with him as his date . . . and of course, his whole family is going to be there to witness it.

Could be a complete disaster.

Just don’t spill anything on your dress or drink too much champagne and be embarrassing, I remind myself.

God, I couldn’t cope.

The worst thing is, because I’m so nervous, I want to power drink.

“Are you nearly ready, my fuck bunny?” Jameson calls. He appears around the door and gives me a slow, sexy smile as his eyes drop down the length of my body. “Jesus, you look beautiful.”

I brush my hands nervously over my thighs. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect.” He takes me in his arms and kisses my cheek. “I don’t like those red lips, though.”

“Oh.” My face falls.

“I can’t kiss you without wearing the evidence.”

I smile as he holds me. Something has changed between us again today.

Another day, another dynamic.

I feel so close to him. Something about all that honesty yesterday tore down my defenses against him. Molly is completely right, and I am looking for the negative in this, but I can’t help it; I fear my heart may be in dire danger.

If he leaves me . . . how would I cope?

I’ve been hurt before, and although I know that Jameson is in a completely different league than my past relationships, the prospect is terrifying.

This one will hurt . . . deeply.

He’s wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie; his eyes are a brilliant blue, and his dark hair frames his beautiful face.

I’ve never had a man terrify me the way that Jameson Miles does. He’s everything I never knew I needed.

He takes my hand in his. “Do you have everything?”

“Uh-huh.” I put my hand over my heart to try to will it to slow down.

“What’s wrong?” he says softly.

“I’m nervous.”

He smiles sexily. “You’ll be fine.”