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“Sofia.”
I make sure my voice is low and strong, even if everyone except for my staff has already exited the plane.
Peering up from beneath her hood, she removes one of her silver headphones, her jaw tightening.
“Don’t you dare call me that.”
Her eyes intentionally pierce daggers into mine—blades, Cupid’s bow, they’re all one in the same, aren’t they?
“You don’t want me to call you by your name?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“You know that’s not my name.” Her teeth bite into the inside of her bottom lip, and my eyes dart right to it.
“Evidently, I don’t.”
Fia shakes her head, stepping toward the stairs with a scoff. My hand catches her elbow before she can go any farther.
“Why are you even here?” she grits out.
As her head swivels back to mine, my grip on her skin tingles. Letting it go before I have to stop myself from squeezing tighter, I let my smile creep as it wants.
“Why am I at my job?”
My hands travel behind my back, antsy at the reminder of what she felt like underneath.
Her mouth presses into a grim line. “Just stay out of my way. You do your job, and I’ll do mine. Got it?”
One of the many things I’m feral for is attitude. The more you hate me, the more I fall, and I fucking love it.
And one thing Fia Chandler doesn’t lack is fire.
“Anything else, Sofia?”
“Yeah. Don’t fucking call me that.”
I can tell by the way she’s rocking back and forth on her heels that this is riling her up just as much as it is me. It makes me think about our night together. The magic. I go back to that evening in my mind so often, my cock knows the routine in which my fist fucks to its memory.
“What exactly should I call you?” I smirk.
“My name,” she clips, hiking her bag higher on her shoulder. It pains me that I can’t carry it to the car for her.
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
Fia opens her mouth to speak but settles for a snarl. Turning a cold shoulder, she vanishes down the stairs and out of sight.
Watching as she gets settled, I bring my arms back to my front. The ink that travels up my skin is still warm from her touch.
Flying for the first time in over a year felt amazing, but seeing her outside of my dreams felt so much fucking better.
“Are you sure about this?”
I bask in the sweet cashmere scent of her neck. Taking my sweet fucking time, I ponder if whether tonight will be the night I change the game for someone.
Call me a playboy all you want, but I’m one who stands firm in no one-night stands. Even though I fuck around a lot, there are many ways to get off outside of sex. Yet, all the way seems to be the only way with Fia Chandler.
I’d break just about all my rules for her.
“I’m okay with it if you are.” Fia’s sweet voice whispers into the shadows of my soul. I try to provide myself with ample reasons not too, but I want more than anything to fuck her right now.
