Come Fly with Me

Chapter One -- Part 1

London Heathrow airport
New Year’s Eve
9:15 p.m.

“You’re giving me a first class ticket to San Francisco, no strings attached?” Kacie Bennett spun around on her red high heels and looked the gorgeous man square in the eye. She challenged him to repeat his offer. “Seriously?”

He stared back at her with a look that curled her toes like the most decadent dark chocolate and she forgot every reason why this was the worst New Year’s Eve of her life. Stuck in an airport five thousand miles from home with a return ticket she couldn’t use. A heavy snowstorm howling outside. Every flight booked, and to make her descent into airline hell perfect, she’d spent the last of her cash urging the taxi driver to break the speeding laws getting here.

Then this sexy hunk stopped her dead in her tracks with his insane offer.

“You intrigue me. Besides, I like helping damsels in distress.”
His eyes held her captive. Steel gray as sharp as a laser. Pinned her to the spot like her ankles were bound with steel cuffs instead of tight ankle straps.

She let go with a shiver, though the terminal was stifling from the body heat of holiday travelers racing from one end to the other, rolling their luggage behind them and scanning the overhead timetable for departure times.

What struck her was his intent stare.

Not weird, stalker-like. But curious, interested.

What she found fascinating was that he didn’t seem the least bit aware his outrageous proposal had caused heads to turn and harassed passengers to stop and give a listen.

Instead he focused all his attention on looking her over from head to toe with a slow burn in his eyes that got hotter when her vintage maxi coat flapped open and her short dress showed off her long legs. He zoomed in on the V-spot between her thighs and smiled at her with a slight smirk that took her somewhere she didn’t want to go.

Oh, crap.

She’d stupidly jammed out of the hotel with bare legs, depending on her long coat to keep her warm. And now this. Kacie swore she was a mass of goose bumps, but that didn’t stop the man from emitting a low groan from the back of his throat.

This was fricking nuts.

She had no time for an airport hookup, no matter how great looking he was. She had to get home to save the baby of the family, Megan, from ruin. Her sister Emma was depending on her.

Still, a strange sense of excitement rumbled through her and she couldn’t walk away. Her libido did a funny dance that had her clamping her thighs together. Tight. Here, now? When she was in panic mode?

Dear God, did she just wet her pants?

“I can take care of myself, thank you.” Kacie scrunched her toes together in her tight red shoes with those ridiculous ankle straps and clenched her fists. What was it about powerful men that set her off? Why did she always have to prove she was independent? That she didn’t need a man to make her feel like a woman?

A bad habit she couldn’t break.

“In that outfit?” He leaned down, his heated gaze resting on her ample cleavage poking out of a sea of sparkles. “You need me to protect you.”

Her heart almost stopped beating when he got that close. Too close. He glanced down at her from hooded lids, lifted a brow, and she suppressed a shiver. He was no ordinary hunk with a pickup line. He was a big, tough man forged from solid muscle squeezed into an expensive suit.

What he was doing hanging out at the airline ticket counter, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He was in a primo class all by himself. His midnight blue pin-striped suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders. Crisp white collar hugged his tanned neck. Blue silk shirt. Dark hair cut in a sophisticated style. Stubble beard that emphasized his strong jaw. Black overcoat slung over his shoulder.

He had the polish of a GQ model and the sex appeal of a rogue.
It didn’t add up.

Any girl would count herself lucky to be in her spot. Why shouldn’t she take him up on his offer and think about it later?

He had everything going for him. Thick dark hair that spiked over one eye at just the right angle to a squared-off jaw to dark granite eyes that flashed a signal too dangerous to ignore.

And he was tall, something this girl in her size nines would die for. So tall, she had to look up to him.

Six five without taking a breath.

“Protect me against who?” Kacie said, standing up straighter to show him she was no slouch. She pushed her long blond bangs out of her eyes and then swung her ponytail over her shoulder in defiance. Everyone at home thought she’d play basketball until she chose baking over dribbling. “You?”

“Me? I’m offering you a first class ticket, not an invitation for sex.”

“You think I believe that?” Kacie shot back. That awkward moment flushed her checks a hot pink. Did he have to go and pop her balloon? “Tall, dark, handsome strangers don’t give out free airline tickets to broke girls without wanting something in return.”

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What does Mr. GQ really want from Kacie?

Should she take him up on his offer? What would you do if it was your sister in trouble?

COMING UP: Kacie and Mr. GQ gather a crowd with everyone pointing to him. Why?

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