The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

Aaron snatches the phone from me and hits answer. “Hello,” he says in a fake girl’s voice, and then he passes it over to me.

“What the fuck?” I mouth.

“Hello, Emily,” Jameson’s velvety voice purrs.

My eyes widen as I look at my friends’ awestruck faces. Aaron crosses himself as if he’s in church and makes a praying gesture.

“Hello.”

“Where are you?” he asks.

“In a bar.” I glance around as I hold my hand over my other ear to try to hear him better. Shit, I’m not telling him where I am; I look like crap. I hold my breath as I listen.

“I want to see you.”

I bite my bottom lip, and Molly hits me on the arm to snap me out of my nervous freeze. “I told you I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out. “I can’t see you.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Aaron mouths to Molly as he scrunches his hands in his hair.

“And I told you to get rid of him.”

“Who do you think you are?” I stammer.

Molly and Aaron listen intently.

“Go outside. I can’t hear you,” he barks.

I stand and walk through the bar and outside onto the curb, and it falls silent.

“That’s better,” he says.

I glance up the street at the cabs all in a row. “What do you want, Jameson?”

“You know what I want.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“And I told you what to do.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is. Give me his number, and I’ll save you the job.”

I smirk at the audacity of this man. “You know, your arrogance is a turnoff.”

That’s a blatant lie—not even close.

“And you’re a turn-on. I’ve been hard all day. Get over here, and put me out of my misery.”

I hear my heartbeat in my ears. Is this really happening?

A drunk couple totter past me, and I have to move so they don’t run into me. “Sorry,” they call.

“I’m flying out to California in the morning,” I blurt out.

“To see him?”

“Yes.”