Free FLIGHT 22 by Dyanne Davis Page B

week. They’re so pleased I got the job done in half the time.”
    “I’m not embarrassed,” Nick lied. “I don’t know... I’ve just gotten used to seeing you at the airport.”
    “What about the time we spent at the hotel during the storm?” she teased remembering how much she’d wanted him to make love to her, knowing she didn’t know nearly enough about him to go for it. Every meeting so far had been a chance encounter. If she was going to go to bed with the guy the least they could do was have a for-real-honest-to-God-date. This was it, this onethey’d planned and one where they were not worrying about rushing off to meet family or working. Sela had double checked three times. No emergencies with the family or her job, she was good to go.
    Suddenly Sela found herself spinning. Nick had taken her hand and twirled her about making her laugh, making her feel like a silly teenager. It felt good.
    “This is our first date, Sela. I think we’re worth it. I think we need to see what fate has in store for us. I can’t believe our constantly running into each other at airports in different cities is an accident. I didn’t want to mess with that formula.”
    “You’re superstitious?”
    “Not usually,” Nick said turning her to face him. “But I don’t want to tempt fate with changing things.” He stopped and stared at her. “Can’t you feel it?” he asked and pulled her to him. “I’ve felt it. Every time I’ve kissed you I can hardly wait for the next one.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, pulling back as she glanced around.
    “Are you worried about kissing me in public,” he asked, “or just kissing me period?”
    “I don’t do public displays of anything, Nick. You’re an actor, you’re in the public eye and that’s old news for you, but not for me. I don’t want to have my life invaded with paparazzi that might be following you for a story. I hope you understand.”
    “I understand if you think because I’m an actor I’m always looking over my shoulder for the camera that we need this date more than I thought. My job is a job, same as yours.” He narrowed his gaze. “You shouldn’t believe everything you read. I haven’t found one woman yet who’s intrigued me the way you have.”
    His voice turned soft and he stopped the half glare. “When I kiss you I feel this rush of warmth.” She hit him lightly on his armand he grinned. “Not there, although that too. But in here,” he said using his finger to tap his chest. “I feel something stirring here. I‘ve never had this feeling before so I don’t know what it is. I just know I want to find out more about you. I want to kiss you until you’re as dizzy as I am and then we’ll see.”
    Darn, but he was good. He had her right then and there. Her bronze Adonis was making her melt and she knew they needed to get to the hotel quickly and take a nice cool dip in the Garden of the Gods pool. Her Adonis would be right at home there.
     
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    Several hours and two mojitos later Sela was falling even more under Nick’s spell. She’d suggested a swim in the hotel pool for more than one reason. True she’d had a couple of fantasies picturing Nick in a swimsuit alongside all the plaster gods that lounged in decadent poses along the entire length of the pool. An apt name, Garden of the Gods. It was. But she’d wanted something more, a sure fire jerk test. She’d covered her eyes with her wrap around sunglasses wanting to hide somewhat from Nick, wanting him not to be able to tell what she didn’t want him to know.
    So far Nick was passing the jerk test with admirable colors. She’d watched as tall slinky blondes, brunettes and redheads had sauntered by, some doing a double take when they recognized Nick. And she’d watched one give him a come hither look or two. Sela was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He’d passed the jerk test. He’d barely glanced at the banquet of scantily clad women . His attention remained focused on