Page 9 of Blue Moon

Chapter 4

Sol

Holy hell, Sawyer was fine.

Those pictures I’d seen of him online didn’t do him justice.

Handsome was the understatement of the year. He had the best body I’d ever seen. I could see glimpses of tattoos on his muscular arms underneath his uniform. His eyes were mesmerizing, and I legit melted when he winked at me.

But unfortunately for me, I had already made an utter fool of myself in front of him.

I have to admit I’m super scared. I’m not great with heights. Or speed. Or turns. Basically, I’m not good with any form of motion.

I cringed—I was such a dork. I couldn’t believe I’d said that.

I started to bite my nails but quickly forced myself to stop because I didn’t want to ruin my manicure. There were a ton of other crew members around servicing the planes. One guy had a big checklist, another was doing something to the tires, and one was tinkering with an engine. Why had I agreed to do this again?

As if Sawyer could sense my nervousness, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I inhaled his scent—pure testosterone. I was doomed.

“Relax, I got you. You’ll be great. Follow me.”

He led me into an office and handed me a flight suit. “Put this on over your clothes. Then I’m going to teach you something called the Hick maneuver, so you don’t pass out in the jet. Once you master it, we’ll fly. I’ll be right back.” He winked at me again, then left to go to another room.

I went into the bathroom, kicked off my shoes, and pulled the flight suit over my clothes. I quickly freshened up, applied more lipstick and brushed my hair. After I tied my tennis shoes, I left the bathroom.

But Sawyer wasn’t back yet.

So, I grabbed my phone and recorded a video. “Hi, everyone. Check out my flight suit. Stay tuned because I will be taking off soon!”

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

My heart leaped at his voice, and I stopped my recording. Had my fans heard him say I looked beautiful? They would go nuts.

And forget my fans—did he just openly hit on me? This was supposed to be a professional interaction. Not that it had seemed inappropriate or anything. Hell, I was the one lusting after him. We were two healthy, red-blooded Americans. We clearly couldn’t help ourselves.

I turned to find Sawyer standing behind me, holding his helmet and clad in a skin-tight blue flight suit. Warmth pooled between my legs. I’d thought he looked gorgeous in his uniform, but it was nothing compared to how hot he looked now. The tight fabric hugged his ripped chest and arms. I was about to pass out, and it wasn’t even from the G-Force.

“You look handsome, too,” I managed to say without stuttering. God, I was so pathetic. I could feel my cheeks burning. Why did he have to be so hot?

He placed his arm around my shoulders, and his touch sent tingles throughout my body. “Let’s go. I have to teach you how to breathe.”

Breathe? I was breathing perfectly fine, thank you. Well, that wasn’t true—I was feeling short of breath, but that was only because this man was so gorgeous. “I’ve been breathing my entire life. What’s there to learn?”

He laughed and led me into a small room. When he shut the door, adrenaline rushed through my body. We were alone. A sexy, cocky pilot and an innocent virgin. I wanted him to kiss me, but that would be super inappropriate—not that I would complain. But unfortunately, there was no kissing to be had. Instead, he sat next to me on the sofa.

“So, we don’t wear G-Force suits in the planes because they’d interfere with the controls. If you do this breathing maneuver properly, it’ll prevent a massive outflow of blood to the brain, and you won’t pass out.”

Well, when you put it that way, it sounds easy. Not. Oh my gosh! What if I die?

My hands started shaking, but Sawyer reached over and took one in both of his. His hands were warm and should have been soothing, but my nerves were getting the better of me.

“Solana, you’ll be fine. I promise.”

The way he said my name almost sounded illicit. God, I couldn’t concentrate at all.

I didn’t respond to him, probably because I was lost in his eyes.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”