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Before she can finish, my hand slides onto the base of her neck—a necklace I hadn’t thought would look so damn beautiful on her.

Her eyes widen. What little breath she can release under my grasp slips from her irresistible lips.

Gently, but stern enough to shut her up, I guide her with my hand on her neck, flush against the fridge door. Her eyes are so goddamn green they’re practically glowing. She peers up at me through chestnut-colored lashes, and that’s when I fucking melt.

A stare so sublime, so sinister, so sexy.

I trail my thumb along the vein in her neck, loving the feeling of her knees releasing underneath my grasp.

With a warm breath just at the cusp of her ear, I whisper, “You’re about to regret every fucking second of tonight, because you’re never going to be able to forget it.”

CHAPTER 6

FIA

“Did you see the tattoos under his uniform? I bet he looks so fucking good naked.”

If any voice was going to damage my eardrums, it’s Shannon’s. Since we got off the plane, she hasn’t been able to shut up about Jett, and along with my caved-in chest, her squeaky voice is giving me a migraine.

This can’t be happening—there is no fucking way this is happening.

How, out of all people on their payroll, did he get assigned as our pilot?

I’m in hell.

I’d already been second-guessing my place here. This was hard enough being a dream I’d thought about for years. A goal that always felt unachievable until it wasn’t. Only to be let down the second I got a taste of what being on tour really felt like. I could deal with all of that, though. After all, I’ve dealt with much worse.

But this—this wasn’t something I wanted to deal with. I avoided Jett Parker for a reason, and now I couldn’t.

I pull my phone from my pocket, silencing the song that’s blaring in my ears.

Three large blacked-out Escalades wait for us to file inside. Being the last one on and off seems to be a recurring theme today.

With a grunt, I crunch my legs into the small third row. Annoyance strikes as I crane my neck and body in various positions searching for any form of comfort. When I accidentally hit the back of Shannon’s seat, my shoulders slump immediately when her long blonde hair whips furiously in my direction.

“Can you watch out?” she snaps.

“Wasn’t on purpose,” I mutter under my breath, still trying to find the right spot, but settling for discomfort.