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“Here you ladies are, check the screens to see where your gate is so you’re on time and have a safe flight,” she said, beaming at us. We thanked her and walked through security, then spent some time browsing the shops.
When we finally boarded the plane, we sank into plush cream leather seats that reclined and had walls on the sides for privacy. We looked around at the typical first-class passengers: businessmen with briefcases, young rich teens with Beats headphones around their necks, and blonde trophy wives with large sunglasses, all feeding their husbands’ egos.
“Want to join the mile-high club with me?” Andy joked, raising an eyebrow playfully. I burst into laughter, and she joined in.
Once the plane took off, we were giddy with excitement. We’d never been in first-class before. A flight attendant approached us, handing us two vodka sprites and a card.
We sipped our drinks as I opened the card, expecting it to be a standard airline greeting. But it wasn’t. Food and drinks are on me! Enjoy your seats, baby doll xx You’ve got to be kidding me… Only one person on earth called me “Baby Doll.”
Knox.
“You’re staring at that card like it has a cancer diagnosis – what’s it say?” Andy asked as she sipped her drink. Wordlessly, I handed it to her. She read it, then nearly spit out her drink all over the counter.
“He didn’t even tell me,” I muttered. “He just does it, like it’s some kind of flex.”
Andy raised an eyebrow as she said, “And we’re mad about free stuff because…?”
“Trust me, Knox doesn’t give. He makes statements. Lavish, look-at-me statements. He likes when people feel indebted to him. It’s not generosity-it’s a game.”
“I’ll play the first class game anytime,” Andy said as she signaled the flight attendant for another drink. I couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe she was right. I couldn’t deny that the drinks were amazing, the food decadent, and the fully-reclining seat in first class was the best sleep I’d had in months.
We got home late that night, still slightly buzzed and drunk on luxury (and free drinks). The second our bags hit the floor, we crashed.
Knox was the last thing on my mind before as I fell asleep. It annoyed me-how easily he’d gotten under my skin. But even worse? The tiny flutter of excitement in my stomach every time I thought about him. That’s what really bothered me.
***
The next morning, I woke up early, excited to be home. The house was quiet, no one else was around. My mom liked to sleep in and my brothers were probably at the gym, no doubt trying to impress the fitness babes by out-benching each other. I decided to let Andy sleep while I made breakfast. I padded down to the kitchen barefoot.
I danced around the kitchen, singing along to my pop playlist while I made banana pancakes for breakfast.
“Nice outfit.”
I’d recognize that smug, sexy voice anywhere. Knox Carter.
I turned to find him shirtless and sweaty, every inch of his athletic body sculpted like a Greek statue come to life. Broad shoulders, rock-hard pecs, and that impossibly chiseled six-pack gleamed under the morning light. The sharp V of his hips disappeared beneath low-slung shorts, and I could see exactly why Calvin Klein hired him as an underwear model.
Sweet baby Jesus above! He looked good. So, so good. I couldn’t even deny it.
It wasn’t until I caught his eyes raking down my body that I remembered what I was wearing-his jersey, my nightshirt. Great. I pulled the hem of his jersey down my bare legs self-consciously.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, jabbing the spatula at him accusingly.
He chuckled. “Aw, don’t stop on my account, baby doll. I was enjoying the show.”
“Can you back up?”
To my irritation, he stepped closer. “Why?”
“You’re too close and I don’t like you, that’s why.”
He took another step closer, practically backing me up against the kitchen counter and blocking me in with a wall of muscle. “You in my jersey with nothing underneath tells me otherwise.”
“I wear it because it’s big and comfortable. Not for any other reason,” I mumbled.
“Whatever the reason, baby doll, my name looks really good on you.”
His big, warm hand trailed teasingly up my bare thigh and I let out an embarrassing squeak. Even I wasn’t immune to the hottest hunk in the NFL invading my personal space like he wanted to eat me instead of the pancakes.
Licking his lips and lifting the left side of his lip up into his signature smirk that always managed to piss me off, he looked at me. His hair was dark and messy. His piercing blue gaze was haunting, and it was locked on me. There were beads of sweat trickling down his perfectly sculpted body.
Fuck! Oh lord, help me!
***
I turned and accidentally knocked a few cups to the ground.
“Shit!” I muffled my curse.
“Here, I’ll help,” Knox offered, crouching down to pick up the cups. Once he’d finished stacking them, he rose back up, towering over me.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
He cupped his ear, leaning in closer, and said, “What? I don’t think I heard that! Was that a thanks?”
I hit him on the chest, feeling a jolt of electricity through my hand. Damn those electric shocks!
“Shut up, Knox,” I snapped.
He groaned as if in pain. “Say my name again,” he pleaded.
Seriously, what is with him? He’s acting so weird today. “No!” I retorted, trying to brush past him. He grabbed my hand and held me there.
“How’d you like your seats?” he asked genuinely.
~This is just too weird right now. His hand feels like it’s burning my skin. What does he want from me?!
“They were comfy, thanks. You didn’t have to get them for us. We would’ve been perfectly fine with economy seats,” I replied. He let go of my hand, seemingly satisfied with my answer, and nodded.
“I wanted to,” he said simply.
***
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