My curls were smoothed and pulled into a low ponytail, my lips were coated in a shimmering shade of pink, and my light grey, low cut dress showed off the curve of my C-cup breasts.
I pulled it down a little further, right above my areolas—just to make my intentions super clear.
Spinning around, I made sure that I’d torn the tags off my complementing red stilettos, and that the oversized bag I’d purchased for this trip still matched.
My body was buzzing in anticipation of all the naughty things Ryan wrote in that sex scene, and I was hoping that he could deliver on each and every one of them.
Thoughts of feeling his cock deep inside of me had dominated my mind all week, and I’d been so distracted that I nearly forgot to hit publish on My Hot Neighbor.
I hoped like hell that he was attractive in person, but I was bracing myself for the chance that we’d catch sight of each other and recoil, awkwardly admitting that this wasn’t meant to be. That we were better off returning to penning our weekly letters with no face to face contact.
Then again, if this man was a mere five out of ten, I was fucking him. Period.
Stepping out of the restroom, I made my way through Concourse C and headed straight for baggage claim. I pushed my way through the crowds, making a beeline for the Executive Transportation Zone.
As I approached the line of tuxedoed drivers who were holding mini whiteboards, I squinted and tried to find my name.
Rachel Vine. Ashley Carrington. Janet Alwyn…Bella?
No, you’re here for a Bella Turner. THANK. GOD.
I made it to the end of the line and realized that no one was holding a sign for me. Then I noticed that there was another line on the other side of the main carousel.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way over and started looking at the new set of white boards.
Alex Mitchell. Tamisha Draper. Tiffany—
“Christina?” A deep voice suddenly called my real name, snapping me out of my search.
Confused, I looked up and down the line, catching sight of a familiar face.
It was Dane. My dad’s best friend.
“Hey…” I walked over to him, hoping that he wouldn’t hold me up too long from meeting Ryan.
“Hey, it’s been a long time since I saw you in town,” he said, smiling a perfect set of pearly whites. “How have you been? Are you still working at that private tutoring place?”
“No, I do something else now,” I said. “Something I actually enjoy.
“What is that exactly?”
“Nothing exciting, it’s just better than teaching spoiled college students all day.” I changed the subject. “I take it that you’re a personal driver now? Are you picking up a local celebrity or a —”
My voice caught in my throat once I looked down and saw the words on his whiteboard.
Bella—Good to finally meet you seven months later…
Ryan
OH. MY. GOD!
My eyes widened as I reread his handwritten words, and I was convinced that they were playing tricks on me.
He suddenly looked toward the end of the hall, straining to see if the person he was waiting for had arrived.
She has…It’s me.
My cheeks burned as his stunning blue eyes met mine, and I realized that this was no game or coincidence.
The man I’d been talking to for almost a goddamn year was standing right in front of me. My dad’s best friend.
Ryan is Dane? Dane is Ryan? What. The. Hell?
“I’m not a limo driver,” he said, his lips curving into a smile that suddenly looked far sexier than I remembered. “I’m here to pick up a very good friend of mine.”
I nodded, completely fucking speechless.
I sent this man a picture of my pussy…
“What brings you to town?” he asked. “Your dad’s company anniversary party or his soon to be born son?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine again. “It’s probably both, isn’t it?”
I said nothing. I just stood there, staring at him.
“You look a little sick.” He pressed his hand against my forehead, setting every nerve in my body on fire with his touch. “Do you need me to buy you some aspirin from one of the gift shops?”
“No, I—” I cleared my throat and took a step back, looking him over.
I was kicking myself for never paying too much attention to him before—for never zoning in on his fleeting presence in my memories, because I couldn’t deny what was obvious.
Has this man always looked like this? Has he always been sexy as fuck?
His dark black hair was cut short and low, but a few errant strands fell over his thick eyebrows. His white shirt clung to his muscles in all the right places, the short sleeves exposing a black and grey tattoo that snaked around his upper left arm. His perfectly carved “V” peaked out a bit from the waist of his dark blue jeans.
Jeans that are hiding the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen…
“Christina?” He raised his eyebrow. “Would you like me to buy you some aspirin?”
“No.” I shook my head, snapping out of the trance. “I’m sure that I can get some Tylenol from my friend when he, uh, when he gets here.”
“What’s your friend’s name?”
“He doesn’t have one.”
“Huh?” He raised his eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want that aspirin?”
“I’m going to buy an entire bottle the moment I see one,” I said, adjusting my bag’s shoulder strap. “I’m sure I’ll be needing plenty of it tonight. That, and some wine. Lots of wine.”
He smiled, looking amused. “Just be sure that you don’t take them at the same time. How long will you be in town?”
“I honestly don’t know anymore…”
“Come again?”
“I mean, it all depends,” I said, taking another step away from him. “I’m here for a project-for my new job, so it depends on how much I get done, but um yeah. Bye!” I turned
