Page 5 of Love Off Course

“No,youassumed, lady.”

Our eyes are locked in a furious battle of wills. I want to shove him and remind him of who I am. That he can’t treat me this way. I’m Sheridan freaking Reid. My neck is burning red from a combination of shame and fury. I’m not used to such lack of control. And in a matter of moments, he’s ripped all control away from my cold, hard grip.

“Enjoy your flight,” he sneers, turning on his heel and walking away. “I hear Costa Rica”—he makes sure to roll his “R” in an obnoxious way—“has beautiful beaches.Adiós, mujer.”

Yeah,adiós, asshole.

Chapter 2

Camilo

Infuriating woman.

I’m rankled at the way she spoke to me and I can’t shake it.

Of course Carson fucking notices. He notices everything.

“She got to you,” he says in awe. “That’s a first.”

Letting out a snort, I ignore him as we begin our flight pre-check. The Embraer Legacy 650 is a luxurious super midsize jet with a bitchin’ tech savvy cockpit. I love this damn plane.

“She didn’t get to me,” I grumble. “She annoyed the fuck out of me.”

“No,” Carson says, glancing my way, “Lawton annoys the fuck out of you. Viper girl embarrassed you. It pissed you off. Admit it, hotshot.”

“I can’t stand people like her. They walk around like their shit doesn’t stink. We’re nothing but lowly people to service them and do their bidding.”

“But you thought she was hot.”

I glower at him. “In a snotty bitch kinda way, yeah.”

“All it takes is one hit.”

“What?”

“One hit?”

“One hit of what?”

“One hit from a complicated girl unlike the rest.”

“And then what?” I challenge. “People like me don’t fuck people like her.”

“No, but guys like us get brought to our knees by girls like her.” He flashes me a crooked grin. “Ask Krissy. The rest is history.”

“I’m not getting on my knees for her.”

“They usually prefer just one knee.”

“Fuck off,” I grumble.

Our banter quiets as Lawton peeks his head inside the cockpit.

“Oh my gawwwd,” he drawls out, waggling his perfectly sculpted brows. “Hottie alert.”

Lawton swings not just both ways, he swings every which way.

“The snob?” I ask at the same time Carson says, “Doris?”

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