Page 19 of Nova

Seven

NOVA

The flight to Toronto is pure torture.

Four full hours of Simone clutching my hand while bouncing her knee. Nervous flyer doesn’t even cover it. If I have the function of my fingers after this, it’d be a miracle, and I’m known for my excellent finger dexterity. It would be a shame if she never gets to experience them.

I close my eyes and try to will my dick under control.

I’ve been sporting a semi since I caught a glance of her watching me handle that fucking pervert outside the woman’s bathroom. I’ve never seen red the way I did when I noticed him follow her. He’s lucky to still be breathing.

“Sir, would you like another?” The flight attendant asks me yet again to top off my drink.

But what her body language is suggesting is that I’ll meet her in the back to induct her into the mile-high club. I shake my head at the same time Simone breaks her silence.

“Lady, he’s not going to fuck you, no matter how hard you bat those fake lashes at him.” The poor woman gasps but smartly turns on her heel to walk away from us.

“My hero,” I turn to look at her, fully hoping the silent treatment is over now.

“How are you doing?” Her eyes are closed again as she mutters something under her breath that I just can’t catch.

“I’ll be fine as soon as we’re on the ground.” I nod and suck on my teeth.

“Not sure my fingers will survive that long.” She gasps and drops my hand.

“I’m so sorry!” I shake out my hand and grin at her.

“All good, Dove.” Her confusion is so fucking refreshing.

It’s been a long time since a woman looked at me as a human and not a sexual deviant. Don’t get me wrong, I love both, but Simone’s way of staring at me is disarming.

She leaves me guessing, and I’m slowly getting addicted to it.

“Why do you call me that?” I’m so lost in my own head I have no idea what she means.

“What?” I take a sip of my warm water and regret not getting a fresh one now.

“Dove.” Ah, my term of endearment has thrown her.

“Doves represent faithfulness. I saw it in your eyes when you walked into that bar. He broke you. You’re a tiny white bird with such magnificent power, if only you weren’t afraid of the sky.” I watch as it sinks in, and she looks around the plane.

I shake my head with a small laugh. She doesn’t have a clue what I really meant, but she will soon.

“I’m going to teach you to fly again, Simone.” Her frown draws my eyes to her lips, and for a brief second, I forget to be a professional.

For once, I was just a man attracted to a woman whose lips begged me for a kiss. I feel my body leaning in, and unless my mind plays a cruel joke on me, hers is meeting me halfway.

Then the captain decides to announce we’ll be landing soon, and the moment is broken. She clears her throat as she checksher seatbelt. I, on the other hand, want to throttle the pilots and make them circle Toronto so I can get the kiss they just robbed me of.

Since when do I kiss?

I think about this new development while we land and walk together to retrieve our luggage. It isn’t until we’re in the limo that I break the silence.

“We need to discuss the ground rules for this weekend.” Time to get my head back on work and off Simone’s fine ass.

An impossible task with the way she’s fucking sitting in front of me. It takes all I have not to drop to my knees in this car and eat her alive.

Woo buddy, you got it bad.

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