Page 4 of Lavender Lake
“No, I’m not.”
“But . . .” He let go of my hair and his eyes raked over me from head to toe again. “You’re clearly scared to wake up with one.”
Cold terror enveloped every part of my body. It rushed through my veins, turning my blood to ice.
He continued, “I wasn’t done with you. But lucky for me, I get another chance to get you into bed.”
I raised my brows. “Fat chance.”
His grin was slow.
I didn’t like that grin.
It was arrogant. Assured. As ifIwas a forgone conclusion.
Sure, I’d gone to bed with him last night and it had been incredible. Unlike any other experience of my life . . .
But that didn’t mean it was going to happen again.
“Even if I wanted a repeat performance, which I don’t?—”
“You do.”
“Idon’t.”
“Youdo,” he insisted. “You’re still trembling, aren’t you?”
“Shut. Up.There are other people on this plane.”
“They’re all wearing headphones. No one is paying any attention to us.”
The man across the aisle glanced at me before quickly turning his face forward again.
I pointed to him. “That guy, right there, is listening to our conversation.”
“I’m not,” the man lied. “I swear I’m not.”
“I’ll buy you a drink if you put in noise cancelling headphones,” Bowman said to him.
“I think I’d rather listen to this conversation,” he said. “I work in television. I’m a writer, and this isreallygood stuff.”
I cursed.
“Fine.” The man sighed. “Out of respect for the lady.”
Bowman waited until the man put his headphones on before he looked at me and winked. “You were hardly a lady last night.”
“I’m really starting to hate you.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Yeah? How much? So much you want to take it out on me?”
“Never. Going. To. Happen.”
“We’ll see.” He shrugged.
CHAPTER TWO
The Plane
