Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I just wanted a distraction, something to take the edge off before facing a wedding I was dreading. So on the flight back to New York, I signed up for a dating app. Harmless enough, right?
Wrong.
Turns out, it wasn’t just any app—it catered to people with very specific tastes. By the time I realized it, I was already on my date.
Tall, confident, and sinfully handsome, Jagger Langston seemed like the full package. The chemistry between us was instant—electric enough to burn the whole city down. Though things took a turn when we figured out I’d misunderstood who should join the app. We laughed it off, said goodbye, and went our separate ways.
Or so I thought.
Until I walked into my new internship Monday morning, ready to put the weekend behind me, and there he was—my boss.
Now I’m caught between the rules he lives by—and the temptation to make him break every single one of them
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CHAPTER 1
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Sutton
“Please tell me you didn’t bring that hideous brown dress to wear to the wedding.”
No hello, no how are you—just straight to the point when I answered. It was one of the things I loved about Miles Hartley, except when his point was a critique of me.
I took a step forward in line. “It’s a beautiful dress.”
“It is. You should wear it to bingo when you go down to visit your grandmother in Florida.”
I rolled my eyes, but chuckled. “I hate you.”
“No, you love me. You hate when I’m right. Which is often, when it comes to your life. And because you love me so much, I’m currently in your room digging through boxes looking for the red dress you should’ve brought. I’ll bring it in my bag tomorrow. Also, why did you answer the phone? I thought I was going to leave you a message. Shouldn’t you be in the air by now?”
“Hang on a second.” I took another step and handed the gate agent my boarding pass.
She scanned it. “Have a good flight.”
“Thank you.” Once I entered the jet bridge, I lifted my phone and returned my attention to Miles on FaceTime. “Weren’t you just wearing blue glasses a minute ago?”
He shrugged. “These match your panties.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. My best friend had a collection of more than a hundred pairs of glasses, each more colorful than the last. He had a penchant for matching them to his outfits, but pairing them with my panties was a new one.
“I thought your flight took off at eight?” he said.
“It’s delayed an hour. And you better pack everything back up and seal the boxes when you’re done rummaging through my life. The moving company is coming tomorrow morning to bring me those.”
“Ooh. When did you get this red mesh bra? Does it have matching panties?”
“Can you please stop going through my underwear?”
“Seriously, this thing is hot as fuck. It might even make my gay ass a little hard if you put it on.”
“Wonderful. I can finally achieve my life’s goal.”
“If there aren’t matching panties, I’m going shopping and finding you some. Because this is what you’re wearing under the red dress at the wedding.”
“I’m not wearing the red dress.”
“Then how are you going to bang the best man?”
“I am not banging Brendan’s brother.”
Though I was definitely overdue for a good banging. Way, way overdue. And I hadn’t mentioned to Miles that I planned to remedy that problem sooner rather than later.
“Why not? His underbite doesn’t make him look as much like a bulldog as it did before the braces.”
I boarded the plane and found my row. “I have to go. I just got to my seat, and I need to put my luggage in the overhead bin and get situated.”
“All right. But promise me one thing.”
I sighed. “What?”
“You won’t have a couple of glasses of wine and respond to the jackrabbit’s text. You get emotional when you drink.”
“I am definitely not responding to Brendan.” I was stopped in the aisle with my luggage, and the woman behind me didn’t look happy. “Gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After I hung up and stowed my bags, I settled into my seat. The flight from LA to New York was five and a half hours. I’d been annoyed when my mother had called the airline pretending to be me and upgraded my ticket to first class, but the big, comfy seat that reclined to a bed now made this section seem more and more like a little slice of heaven. Especially when the flight attendant walked over carrying a tray.
“Would you like orange juice or champagne before we take off?”
“Oooh. I love mimosas. I’ll take both.”
She nodded. “Good choice.”
It had been a year since I’d flown home to New York, and I’d forgotten how big these planes were. Boarding went on for a full half hour. So when the flight attendant returned with the bottle of champagne and offered a refill, I happily nodded.
“Yes, please. It’ll help take the edge off.”
She smiled. “Nervous flier?”
“No. But I’m going home for a wedding I’m not looking forward to.”
“Is there someone you don’t want to see attending?”
I nodded. “The groom. He’s my ex.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Yuck. You must be a bigger person than me. Not sure I’d go to my ex’s wedding, if I was invited.”
“I don’t have too much of a choice. He’s marrying my stepsister.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh my.”
I sighed. “Tell me about it.”
She refilled my champagne flute to the brim and set the half-full bottle on my tray table. “It’s going to be a bit before we get to pull away from the gate. The runway is backed up since we missed our time slot. I’ll just leave this here. My name is Aileen. Buzz if you need anything else.”