Flyover (1 Night Stand Series) by Holt Desiree

Author:Holt, Desiree [Holt, Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A 1Night Stand Story
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Published: 2013-01-08T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

They sat side by side in bed, the sheet pulled up to their waists, a tray between them. Alec had hit up the mini bar and the fridge and arranged glasses, little bottles of wine, and cheese and crackers on the tray.

“I didn’t know if you’d had dinner,” he said. “I probably should have asked if you wanted room service. When I checked in, they told me they’d be running it all night to accommodate the people who were stranded.”

“I didn’t, but this is fine. Really.”

“So, you know what I do for a living.” He laughed. “I think the pilot’s uniform probably gave me away.”

“It suits you,” she said, and meant it.

“And you?” he prodded. “I think Madame Eve said something about graphic arts, but she didn’t really specify. And truthfully? I didn’t much care about that.”

“Well.” She cleared her throat. “She got the job description right. But at the moment you might say I’m temporarily at leisure. Examining my options. Choosing a new career path.”

“Mmm. Downsized, right?”

Her stomach muscles went rigid. “How did you know?”

He shrugged. “Buddy of mine I fly with, his wife had the same thing happen to her. Seems she held a ‘nonessential position.’ Whatever the hell that means.”

“It means get the hell out and take your nice severance package with you.” Chelsea nibbled on a piece of cheese. “I had a job with an advertising firm as a graphic artist. A damn good one, too.” She picked up a cracker and took a small bite. “It seems there aren’t a lot of agency openings right now.”

“Maybe you really should examine your options,” he said. “What better time? Are you determined to stay in Tampa? Got family there?”

She shook her head. “My folks live in Arizona in a great retirement community. My sister and her husband live in Colorado. So no,” she sighed. “I guess I’m really footloose and fancy free.”

For a moment he said nothing. Then, “Maybe when we have breakfast in the morning, I can run a couple of ideas past you.”

Translation: If we’re still good to go when the sun comes up maybe I have some ideas that would put you closer to me.

Lordy, how I wish that would happen.

“You know,” he went on, “the questionnaires we filled out for Madame Eve went into great detail on our likes and dislikes. But seeing things on paper is a lot different than talking about them. Making them personal. You know?”

Personal? He wanted personal?

“Okay.” She popped the rest of the cracker into her mouth. “Where do you want to start?”

“Let’s see.” He scratched his jaw. “You go to the movies much?”

She hitched her shoulders in a delicate shrug. “Not so much. I’d rather watch them at home, with my own popcorn and drinks. On a soft couch or in bed.” She smiled. “But so we set the record straight, I like a lot of movies besides chick flicks. How about sports? You into that?”

“I’ll watch any football game, anywhere, any time.”

“Really? Me, too.”

“Oh!” He placed his hand on his chest.

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