Page 7 of 7 Miles High
Chapter 3
Parker
I’m a fortunate guy, but not just because the plane landed safely. That I expected. The more surprising stroke of luck was her reaction to my ballsy statement. That could have been the real disaster.
Instead of a slap across my face, or pretending to be insulted, the smile said she was all in.
There’s no need to play games. She’s confident. Both of us are just on a mission to have a good time.
Never ignore a horny woman.
“The Grand Fiesta Americana,” I say to the taxi driver. “How far is it?”
“One mile. Very close,” he says.
My cell sounds.
Natalie: Tick tock. Times a wastin’.
Reading the text I quietly chuckle. I know she’s not talking about the group plans.
Me:Your impatience is encouraging.
Natalie: My hands. My lips. Your body.
It’s gonna be a hell of a night.
Me: Do you like your kisses down low?
There’s a long pause. Uh oh. Was that too much?
Natalie:Well now you’ve done it. I’ve got to change my panties.
There’s no holding back my laughter.
“What’s happening?” James says, straightening his shirt.
“Natalie and I are messing around,” I say with a grin.
He’s not surprised in the least. “Quick work. Careful. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”
“Not a chance. She’s just here for fun.”
“Are we meeting in the lobby?”
“No. In front of the hotel. Matt and Elliott are already there.”
I take a minute to look at the bright neon colors of Cancun at night. Names of bars and restaurants are written in lights. It’s always party time here.
“Feeling better?” I ask. “You look better.”
James has started going through angry texts from bridezilla and her family. The scowl on his face makes it obvious.
“Stop it! Give me that,” I say, grabbing his phone.
“I’m just deleting,” he scowls, snatching it back. “I feel fine. Ready to start drinking.”
At least he’s more verbal than this morning. Progress.
