Or had he even done that? He leaned his face against the window and closed his eyes. He was fairly certain that image was just a projection of what he wanted to do to her.
And of course she was right yesterday when she said that he wanted her gone because the close quarters would make him uncomfortable. Well, not exactly uncomfortable, but he’d spend every waking moment reliving the precise manner in which she’d made him cum.
She was right about the fact that he wasn’t being fair, at least.
The flight attendant came by, asking if he wanted something to drink. He smiled and asked for a bourbon, neat. She flushed when she took his order, biting her lip.
Apparently the pretty blonde flight attendant found him attractive. His attractiveness usually wasn’t something he cared about, but she was pretty obvious about swinging her hips as she walked away.
He looked her up and down as she headed to ask Cameron the same thing, thinking. He couldn’t in good conscience fire Cameron, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t drive her away.
And what better way than to chat up the stewardess? Even though he wasn’t genuinely interested in her, it might make Cameron angry. If it worked, he’d just act the same way with every woman he came into contact with until Cameron threw up her hands and quit.
It wasn’t the classiest thing he could do, but it wasn’t the sleaziest either.
The stewardess came back by with his bourbon, hips swiveling as she walked. Smith turned on the charm, grinning as she handed it to him.
“Thank you, love,” he said. “What did you say your name was again?”
“Andrea,” she said, turning red.
“Andrea,” he said. “You’re very fit. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She went even redder. “No, sir.”
“Please, call me Smith. Do you mind sitting with me for a minute?” he said, giving her puppy dog eyes. No woman could resist those.
“Well…” she said, looking up toward the closed cockpit door. “Just for a minute.”
Cameron noticed when she sat down. She put her book down and frowned. Good.
“Tell me, Andrea. Do you like being a flight attendant?”
“Oh, it’s great!” the blonde told him. “I get to go all over the place.”
“Is that right?” he said, moving closer. “So Paris is no big deal to you.”
Andrea smiled. “Well, I haven’t really seen all the sights. I try to see something new every time I visit.”
Smith noticed her watch. He reached out, caressing her wrist. “This is nice. Where is it from?”
“I got it when I was in New York,” she said, biting her lip. Her eyes traveled down to his lips, which made him smile. His attractiveness really did suit him, at times.
“It’s exquisite,” he said, looking her in the eyes. “Just like its owner.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but one of the pilots poked their head through the galley door.
“Andrea?” the pilot said, looking a little confused.
She jumped up, looking like someone had just caught them in bed together.
“I have to go get him what he needs,” she said apologetically, rushing off.
When the door closed behind her, Cameron raised her guidebook, but he didn’t miss her smile.
“Does something amuse you?” he asked, leaning back in his seat.
“Me? No, definitely not,” she said, trying to suppress her smile.
“You’re smirking,” he said.
She looked at the book in her hands, lifting a shoulder casually.
“It’s just… it’s nice to see that even gorgeous people get shut down now and then,” she said, flipping a few pages of her guidebook.
“I’m gorgeous, am I?” he goaded her.
She flushed, closing her book and standing up. “You know, I think the stewardess forgot my drink.”
He watched as she let herself into the galley. She came back a few minutes later with her drink and a pair of headphones. Before he could say anything, she plugged her headphones into an iPod and closed her eyes.
She reclined her seat, making it plain that she didn’t want to banter with Smith any further.
He sighed, sipping his whiskey, and watched her. Her blue dress rode up her thigh on one side, giving him a glimpse of creamy skin. He shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t even be noticing, but he couldn’t help himself.
His problem wasn’t that he wondered what was beneath that skirt. His problem was that he already knew. He knew what she’d look like if she hiked up her dress, knew how it felt to sink himself between those honeyed thighs.
Fuck. He was hard just thinking about her pussy. Not to mention the fact that he knew she was a natural redhead, because he’d already stripped off her panties once before.
He adjusted himself, wondering if there wasn’t something to what his father had been saying. He could just let her whet his appetites…
His military background kicked in, making him ashamed of himself. He had joined the Special Air Service to get himself out of this exact mindset, that of the rich spoiled asshole.
He straightened up in his seat. He needed a distraction.
He got up and got his laptop. If he buried himself in spreadsheets and financial analyses, at least he wouldn’t be thinking about her.
Shaking his head at himself, he got to work.
Hours later, he was pulled from catching up on his emails by a particularly nasty bout of turbulence. He looked up when his laptop fell to the side.
He rubbed his temples, tired. He noticed that Cameron’s seat was empty; funny, he hadn’t noticed her getting up.
He stretched and set his laptop aside, ready to signal Andrea for a drink. A moment before he did, though, Cameron came through the door to the galley and the restrooms. She was headed back to her seat when turbulence hit again.
“Cameron!” he said as she stumbled toward him.
“Shit!” she cried.
She landed in a pile at his feet. The turbulence stopped and he helped her to her feet, but no sooner had she stood up than it started again.
They both tumbled into his bench seat, Cameron on Smith’s lap. The touch of her skin to his was like he’d put a fork in an electrical outlet, if that sensation could be said to be pleasurable.
Touching Cameron was alarming, but in a good way. The turbulence continued, and the pilot’s voice came over the speaker.
“Sorry, Mr. Calloway,” said the pilot. “We should be through this patch in a minute. Just hang tight for a bit.”
Smith looked at Cameron, who still had a startled expression on her face. He smirked.
“Guess you’ll have to hold onto me,” he said.
Cameron looked at him as the turbulence slowed. She didn’t say anything, but he noticed gooseflesh break out over her bare skin.
They were so close now, and the pleasant buzz of contact continued. She bit her lip, her eyes dropping to his mouth.
Before he could say or do anything, her mouth was on his.
She kissed him, the taste of her cinnamon-sweet. Her tongue played with his, teasing. He groaned and sank both his hands into her hair, his body hardening.
The intercom speaker crackled again, which brought them both to their senses. Cameron pushed herself off of him.
“We should be turbulence free for a while now,” the pilot said.