The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“I’m used to being in control, Emily,” he snaps.

“So am I. That won’t change.”

His eyes search mine, and he rearranges the napkin on his lap as if he’s thinking.

“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend, Jameson,” I whisper. “That’s not what this is about. We have a great sexual connection, and I want it. I feel like I have to have it . . . but I can’t, not if I know you have it with other women. I need to be the only one.”

“Fine, I won’t sleep with anyone else,” he snaps in exasperation.

“And?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes. “And you can order the fucking drinks.”

Chapter 12

I giggle. “This isn’t about the stupid drinks, Jameson.”

“What is it about, then, for Christ’s sake? Speak English.”

“I want you to drop being defensive with me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” I whisper as I hold his hand in mine.

“So are you.”

“I know I am, because I feel like you will walk all over me if I’m not.”

His brow furrows. “I would never walk all over you.”

“Not purposely.”

He clenches his jaw, and I know that’s exactly how it is.

“I just want the guy I met on the plane. The one who let himself go.”

His eyes hold mine. “I don’t know how to be that guy all the time, Em. It’s a very small part of my personality.”

“Then just save that small part for me,” I breathe.

A soft smile crosses his face as he watches me, and he sips his drink. “What was so good about that guy on the plane, anyway?”

“He made me laugh.” I smile as I remember. “And he gave me the best sex of my life.”

“Of your entire life?”

“Uh-huh.”

He smiles, pleased with himself.

“So do we have a deal?” I ask.

“Let me get this straight—you want to have friends with benefits but only with each other?”

“Yes.”

“What happens when I’m at work all the time or away and you’re out and . . .” His voice trails off.