Page 45 of The Most Perfect Wrong

“So, what? All men are cheaters now, too?”

I turn to him, eyes narrowing. “Well, aren’t they? Seems like every guy I know is either thinking with his dick or cheating with it. Maybe some are just better at hiding it.” Our flight gets called for pre-boarding, and I start gathering my things. “Come on, let’s go. I assume we’re sitting together? We can work on the plane—not that I couldn’t use some space from you.”

Ryan gives me a smug look. “Well, it’s your lucky day. I got upgraded to first class. Diamond status with Delta,” he says, his tone dripping with pride.

“Congratulations. You’ve officially hit peak corporate cliché.” I try to hide my disappointment but fail. “Didn’t you book our flights together? Whenever Brad gets upgraded, he upgrades me, too.”

“I guess I snagged the last seat.” He shrugs. “Didn’t expect you to miss me so much.”

“How insightful of you, VP. I’m at an absolute loss over what to do without you for a few hours. Oh, I know—maybe I’ll finally get to enjoy some peace and quiet.”

“What was that? Sorry, I can’t hear you fromall the wayback there.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst. Enjoy your fancy little bubble. I’m sure they’ll treat you like the king youthinkyou are.”

I turn on my heel. He follows me toward the gate.

“Oh, I will. Especially if it means taking a break from you and yourcharmingcompany.”

“Please,” I say. “My company’s the most exciting part of your day—right up there with your hand at night.”

He laughs. “Jealous of my hand now, are we? I’m sure you remember just howskilledI am with it.” A fire surges through me, a blend of frustration and something else, as I reluctantly recall just how good he is with his hands. He leans in, his voice dropping lower. “Hope your vibrator’s handy in that carry-on of yours. You’re gonna need it after that core memory.” He clicks his tongue and strides toward the gate.

I start to follow, but he turns back, smirking. “They’re not loading the peasants yet. Have a nice flight.” With a smile, he scans his phone and disappears down the jetway, leaving me standing there, gaping.

Damn.He definitely won that round. But this isn’t over. Not even close. We’ve got four more days on this trip.

Chapter 15

RYAN

I settle into my comfortable seat in first class, stretching out my legs. If this were an evening flight, I’d be ordering alcohol after my encounter with Cooper. Instead, I open my laptop and prepare to work as people pass by, herded like cattle to the back of the plane. I’m focused when I feel a kick to my foot. I look up to see Cooper smirking at me. She kicked me on purpose.Is she five years old?

“How’s your throne, VP?”

God, she’s so provoking. I smirk back, sticking my foot out just enough to trip her as she takes another step.

She stumbles over my foot, losing her balance. Not wanting to knock into the person in front of her, she leans toward me, bracing one hand against my chest and the other against the seat above my shoulder.

“What the hell, Ryan?”

She’s so close I can feel her breath on my forehead. The mix of her perfume and the sight of her tits just inches from my face makes me feel disoriented. She’s wearing a low-cut shirt under a denim jacket, and from this angle, all I can see is skin—smooth, tempting, and way too close for comfort.Fuck.I keep my gaze on her face, but it takes everything in me. She has no idea what she’s doing to me—or maybe she does. I plaster a smile on my face. “Karma’s a bitch, sweetheart.”

She pushes herself off me with a disgusted exhale and continues on her way to the back of the plane. Part of me wishesshe were sitting next to me, if only so I could push her buttons. I don’t know why it’s so fun, but I’m starting to look forward to her snarky remarks. It keeps things interesting, never knowing what I’m going to get. Sometimes it feels like she hates me, pouring the wrath of hell onto me, and other times it’s like immature flirtation—like we’re back in high school. I can’t figure her out. She went from hostile to friendly, warming up to me before the Christmas party—shit, I would’ve even called her a friend. But afterward—pure seething hatred. I have no clue what happened at that party.

All I know is that she’s hot as hell, great in bed, and I like arguing with her.

The plane starts to taxi. I connect to the Wi-Fi and decide to have a little fun. I shoot her a text.

Ryan:How’s your seat back there?

Cooper:Everything I dreamed of, and so much more.

Okay—she didn’t shut me down.

Ryan:Did you manage to grab your vibrator before you had to put your luggage away?

I add the smug-faced emoji at the end. I also know that if anyone ever saw these texts, I could possibly lose my job.

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