The Elite: The Complete Series of Boomer and Player (With Bonus) by KB Winters

Author:KB Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: sexy military man, action adventure steamy romance, hot and steamy bad boy, ms parker, sexy fighter pilot, special ops, special forces romance
Publisher: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published: 2016-05-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Bennett and I decided to team up on our evening out, and found ourselves holding down the corner booth at a downtown hot spot, watching every girl who walked in, both of us waiting to make a move. As it turned out, Bennett and I had more in common than being ex-Navy boys. Bennett’s proclivity for hot women was right on par with my own, and led to some pretty bawdy conversation as we assessed the scene and threw back a couple beers together.

“What about that little number?” Bennett said, drawing my attention to a blonde across the room. She was at the bar, obviously waiting for someone to step in and buy her second drink. She was spilling out of the top—and bottom—of a very short dress.

She turned to look over her shoulder and I shook my head at Bennett, answering his question. “Not my type.” She was pretty, but in an overly made up way that usually spelled trouble. Girls like her were the type that never wanted to leave after you’d got off and would hunt you down to key your fuckin’ car when you didn’t call them back the next day.

“Crazy eyes?” Bennett asked, laughing.

“Exactly.”

We toasted and laughed at ourselves. It had been a chance meeting, but we apparently had quite a bit in common. The important things in life—good beer, women in short skirts, and an aversion to psycho, stalker chicks.

He leaned back against the booth and drank deeply. When he finished, he narrowed his gaze at me. “So, what’s your story man? Why’d you get out of the Navy?”

“My old man died.” I had no reason to lie, but didn’t elaborate for fear of bringing the mood down. If I talked about—or thought about—my old man too much, one drink would turn into ten, and someone would have to call my assistant to come haul my ass outta the bar.

“Sorry to hear that.” Bennett looked down at the table.

I waved off his apology. “It was getting close to the end of my active duty, so I decided against re-upping so I could take over the family business.”

“Gotcha. That’s cool man. He took another drink. “What’s the biz?”

“It’s the Rosen Air Museum, up the coast from here, in a little town called Holiday Cove.”

Bennett didn’t register any recognition. “I’m not from around here.”

“Ah. Well, it’s about a four-hour drive north, so I doubt you’ll get around to it anytime soon.”

He laughed. “Yeah, probably not. Sounds cool though. You still fly a lot?”

“I take up tourists. I also added a couple of flight simulation chambers that people fuckin’ flip for. They get to run missions and feel all badass.” I laughed and shook my head. The simulators were pretty bomb, that’s why I’d been willing to part with the chunk of change that it had taken to purchase them, but it was a far cry from the exhilaration of flying an actual mission.

Of course, it was a lot less risky too.

But for adrenaline junkies, like myself, that took out some of the fun.

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