I fake a smile. Just stop being all hot and in my space. You’re probably married to a vegan yoga nut who does meditation and shit.
“Great,” I mutter deadpan. I should have flown coach; at least I wouldn’t have had to inhale the scent of beautiful man for eight long, sexless hours.
I scroll through my screen and then narrow it down to my choices.
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
Pride and Prejudice.
The Heat.
Jumanji . . . well, that has the Rock in it—it has to be good.
Notting Hill.
The Proposal.
50 First Dates.
Bridget Jones’s Diary.
Pretty Woman.
Sleepless in Seattle.
Magic Mike XXL.
I smile at the choices, all of my favorites lined in a row; this flight is going to be a dream. I haven’t seen the sequel to Magic Mike yet, so I might start with that one. I glance over to look at what Jim has picked, and I see the heading come up.
Lincoln.
Ugh . . . a political movie. Who watches that stuff for fun? I should have known he’d be boring.
He reaches up and taps the screen, and I catch sight of his
watch. A chunky silver Rolex. Ugh, and he has money too.
Typical.
“What are you going to watch?” he asks.
Oh no . . . I don’t want to appear ditzy. “I’m not sure yet,” I reply. Damn you . . . I want to watch men strip. “What are you watching?” I ask.
“Lincoln. I’ve been meaning to see it for a long time.”
“Sounds boring,” I say.
He smiles at my answer. “I’ll let you know.” He puts his earphones on and begins to watch his movie, and I scroll through my choices again. I really want to watch Magic Mike XXL. Does it matter if he sees? No . . . that’s just embarrassing. It makes me look desperate.
Who am I kidding? I am desperate. I haven’t seen a dick in over a year.
I tap on The Proposal. I’ll swap one fantasy for another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie begins, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh. Gammy is my favorite.
“You’re watching a romance?” he asks.
“A rom-com,” I reply. For God’s sake, this guy is nosy.
He smirks as if he’s better than me.