Page 12 of Miss Understanding

I had a small purse into which I wasn’t shoving my clothes.

Annoyance was obvious in his expression. “Can you at least put them in a bag, so I don’t have to touch them again?”

He’d touched my underwear? The thought sent a shiver down my body and heat straight to parts that had no business taking notice of such a thing. “You could always put the files in your carry-on.” It didn’t look big, but if he was so adamant not to see my personal belongings, he could simply take them.

“I don’t have the room.”

“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” Frankly, I had to pee, and I didn’t want to stand there discussing the thongs he’d touched. I wanted to point out that if I’d known about his insistence in keeping my suitcase with him, I would’ve put them in a bag to begin with.

I quickly went to the ladies’ room before stopping at Hudson News. No down parkas here. Or snow boots. The store only sold snacks and souvenirs. And the Chicago Bears sweatshirts were way too expensive to consider buying. I’d have to see about buying a coat once we got to Virginia. I settled on a protein bar and a bottle of water. At least the purchase gave me a small plastic bag in which to put my underwear. Then I walked back to where the passengers were starting to line up at our gate for the flight to Roanoke.

Setting my suitcase down on an empty seat in the waiting area, I moved my water bottle and protein bar into my purse and unzipped the pink case.

“You’re not doing that here, are you?” came the sexy voice of Satan.

Did he walk over here with the singular goal of criticizing me? “You asked me to put my stuff in a bag.”

“Yes. In the ladies’ room where it’s private.”

I glanced up in time to witness his neck turning red. I could only imagine what he’d think to see me bartending at the racy dance club every weekend. Had the man never been around a thong? I pitied the woman who had the disappointment of such a prude in the bedroom.

“It isn’t as if I intended to hold them up and announce it.”

“Thank God for small favors.”

The fact his tone was so snobby was the only explanation for what I did next. I slowly removed my red thong and leisurely took the time to fold it before putting it into the plastic bag. I did the same thing for the black one. Lastly came my bra, which I took the time to fold in two before carefully placing it in the bag next to the other two items, and into my carry-on.

“You can’t just keep the bag with you?”

If there was ever a look for what the actual fuck, I was giving it to him now.

“I’m not carrying a plastic bag of my underwear on the plane. It won’t fit in my purse, and here, I’ll even put it under the files.”

“Fine. You can just get the folders for me once we’re on the plane. We’ll be seated next to each other.”

“What do you mean we’re seated next to each other?”

“I upgraded you to first class. You’re sitting next to me.”

Oh, fucking goodie.

Chapter Eight

Liam

“How can the SUV you rented not have four-wheel drive?” I posed this question to Kendall at the rental car counter. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t rented a four-wheel drive.

“I didn’t know to ask the question about it being four-wheel drive. Not like you told me it was winter here.”

My mouth almost fell open. “It’s the end of January. Do I need to educate you on the seasons?”

She crossed her arms, hugging herself. “I’ve never traveled outside of Southern California.”

“Never?”

“Well, technically I drove to Vegas one time, but it was warm there, too.”

A thought kicked in. “Was this your first time on an airplane?”