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Delancey placed a tray of the berries between us, eyeing us and our silly conversation. But I didn’t care if he or anyone judged me anymore. Thanks to Buddy, my new life motto would be to go with the flow.
“Believe me, my fake wife, my wheels have been turning from the minute we met,” he promised. And together we finished off the entire tray, with feeding each other and casting sexy glances.
Halfway through the flight, my panties were completely soaked thinking of him. After our meal of braised beef with pasta, with a couple more hours to go, we both leaned our seats back to rest for the duration.
I requested a blanket from Delancey because I always get cold. Catching Buddy’s eye, he wiggled his brows. “I can think of a better way to warm up, sweetie pie, if you’re open to suggestion.”
“Sure, why not?”
He unbuckled, then shuffled by, landing in the window seat next to me.
“Cozy, love muffin.” I remarked.
“Just you wait, sweetie pie.” Next thing I knew, strong arms lifted me onto his lap, my back and head resting against his arm and the wall. He spread the blanket on top of me and I already liked where this was headed. Thank God I wore a dress.
“Comfy?” He whispered, his lips nuzzling my earlobe.
“Very. But maybe better like this?” I shifted my skirt up my thighs, and placed one foot onto the floor, widening the path for his ultimate approach.
He growled low, running his hand beneath the blanket and up my thigh. “I like the way you think.”
The Waverlys
HONEY
“We can’t stay here. There hasn’t been a car in sight for thirty minutes.” Buddy tossed a rock into the hayfield or corn or whatever green stuff was growing there. The same vegetation was viewable for miles on both sides of the highway.
“Just as we went down, I saw a town about five miles up the road.” The pilot pointed. He suffered a broken leg in the crash, but the attendant wasn’t as lucky. He remained unconscious, and we hoped for merely a concussion.
Buddy and I made it through unscathed. Physically, at least. Emotionally, I didn’t think I could ever fly again without him by my side, a simply ridiculous thought.
“I’ll walk and call for help. With any luck, I’ll be there by nightfall.” He started off. Without me?
“Wait! I’m coming, too.” I rushed in my heels to keep up with him.
He eyed my feet with a goofy grin. “Don’t you have any comfortable waking shoes with you?”
“These are my most comfortable shoes. I’ve been wearing heels for a long time. It wouldn’t surprise me if I were born in them. Besides, in the course of a workday, I probably walk our studio a few miles in my heels. I can handle this.”
One mile in, and I could die. Hot pavement burned through my soles. Bored to nearly tears, the landscape never changed, just endless fields of green, like we were lost on an uninhabited planet.
A Hollywood girl through and through, the challenges of it all awakened the whining bitch inside of me. “Okay. Enough. Leave me here. Go on. Send back help when you get to civilization,” I cried.
Suddenly, strong arms lifted me up, and I held onto Buddy tight. “My hero,” I said.
“You will be thanking me later,” he said with such conviction. I believed I would. I fought my growing attraction to this man for over a week now. My willpower depleted at last.
“I hope you were not too scared when the plane landed?” His concern touched my heart.
“Not at all. I had you to hold on to. My brave fake fiancé.”
He snorted. “If you knew what went through my head as we crashed, you wouldn’t call me that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. We thought we were close to death. I was scared, and I don’t mind admitting it.” He huffed at this faster pace, now that he didn’t have me to wait up for. But a hundred and twenty pounds to carry couldn’t be easy on him. My strong and brave man with the solid shoulders to lean on.
“Scared of what?”
