Not that subtlety is my specialty by any means. I’m not shy about the things I want, but this one thing, this one woman, I shouldn’t want and can’t have.
Turning my head towards Maddison, I hold eye contact, unblinking, telling him I’m going to fuck him up as soon as we are off this plane.
All he does is fall into a fit of laughter, finding himself exceptionally hilarious.
When I turn back to Stevie, there’s a world of amusement dancing in her blue-green eyes as she tries to hold back her smile. “How about something I can actually get you?”
“Am I going to see you in Nashville?”
What. The. Fuck. Is wrong with me? Am I going to see you in Nashville? I sound like a desperate fucking loser needing to pin down some plans as if I don’t have endless options at my fingertips.
Nashville is a prime city for me. My Instagram is already flooded with messages from my Tennessee roster, and I can guarantee that if I want, my dick will be buried deep inside one of them tonight.
“Great question,” Stevie retorts. “You seem to follow me everywhere I go, so I can only assume you’ll pop up at whatever bar I’m at tonight.”
Maddison’s head snaps to me, a confused look covering his face. I may have failed to mention that I’ve seen Stevie outside of the plane a couple of times. And regardless of that information, he still knows I want to fuck her. So, that’s great.
I’m currently entirely tongue-tied for the first time in my life, but thankfully the pilot saves me by coming over the PA system and calling for the flight attendants’ landing check. Stevie takes off to the back of the plane to take her seat.
“Zee…” Maddison’s tone is entirely serious. “Don’t do it.”
“Don’t do what?” There’s a sickeningly sly smile creeping across my lips. I’m not great at acting dumb, and right now is no exception as my best friend rolls his eyes at me.
“For her sake, do not sleep with her. She works for you, and she’s going to be on this plane for the entire season with us. That shit gets around the locker room like wildfire. You know that. For her sake, keep it in your pants, man.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod my head. “I don’t shit where I eat,” reminding both my best friend as well as myself.
10
STEVIE
I’m so close. My toes are curled, my legs are spread wide, and my head is pushed into the pillow of my hotel bed. My vibrator buzzes in my hand as my body squirms beneath it, on the brink of getting off. My eyes screw shut as my handheld best friend continues to work its magic over my sensitive nerves.
There’s not a work trip I take without this thing. And it’s been a while since I’ve really gotten off, so this overdue orgasm is about to rip through my body. I can feel it.
I’m so close. So fucking close as I visualize someone else doing this instead of the bright purple rubber toy in my hand.
Michael B. Jordan. Yes.
Liam Hemsworth. Yes.
Oh my God, I’m right there.
Evan Zanders. No.
No. No. No. Please no.
But it’s too late as my entire body contracts, and my mouth falls open as I come, visualizing that Zanders is the one making it happen. His tattooed skin and hazel eyes are all I can see as I hit my high. His gold chain around his neck. His corded back muscles. His long fingers and perfect teeth. No. Fuck no.
Once I finally come down, I throw my vibrator across my hotel room in frustration and betrayal. Did I seriously just come to the image of Evan Zanders fucking me?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Have I been able to picture anyone else all week, ever since I saw the outline of what he’s sporting in his sweatpants on our flight home from Detroit?
No. No, I haven’t.
Which is why I was overdue for an orgasm. I haven’t come all week. I’ve stopped myself anytime his stupid pretty face came into my mind, and I’ve been sexually frustrated since.
“Stevie!” a couple of girls squeal, accompanied by several knocks at my door.
Shit. Is it nine already?
I grab a pair of sweatpants from my suitcase and struggle to step into them, attempting to get dressed while also stumbling over to the door. I pull them over my ass before I swing it open.
“Ahhh!” both Hannah and Jackie shriek as they engulf me in a hug.
This reception is a little unexpected. I haven’t seen or talked to my old high school friends in quite a while but felt the need to tell them I was coming to town. We have an ongoing group chat, but it’s typically just a conversion between the two of them. When I told them I was coming back to my hometown, they insisted we get together for a night out.
“Hey, guys.” I hug them back, or at least attempt to, but they’re pinning my arms to my body.
“Please tell me that’s not what you’re wearing.” Hannah pulls away from our embrace, eyeing my body up and down.
“Of course not.” I look down at my loungewear. “I gotta change real quick, and we can go.”
Checking out my friends’ outfits, I’m glad I brought something out of my comfort zone to wear. Hannah is decked out in a sequin minidress, and Jackie’s cropped top shows off her toned midsection perfectly. I’d rather go out in my oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans, but this town already makes me feel like I don’t fit in as it is.
“Is that your vibrator?” Hannah questions, staring at the purple toy on the floor.
“Uhhh...” I hesitate, grabbing it and shoving it back into my suitcase. Wear your mask of confidence. Own it. It’s not like they know you just came to the mental image of one of your clients fucking you. “Sure is,” I confidently state.
A lot of women use vibrators. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It keeps you from making some poor choices when you have this thing at your fingertips.
I grab the outfit I planned to wear tonight out of my suitcase before slipping into the bathroom to change.
“So...” Jackie begins, speaking loudly so I can hear her behind the bathroom door. “How’s Ryan?”
I roll my eyes, thankful to be locked in the bathroom so she can’t see me. Jackie, like every girl in high school, was eager for my twin brother’s attention. He never did anything with her, knowing she was my friend, but every time she brings him up, it feels like she has ulterior motives behind her questioning.
“He’s good.” I quickly brush her off as I slip on the miniskirt I brought for a night out. I thrifted it last week and love the way it hugs my hips and ass. Typically, I would never wear this outfit, but something about being back in Nashville makes me feel the need to dress the part. To try a little harder.
I finish my look off with a pair of heels and a body-hugging long-sleeved top.
Not so surprisingly, Zanders’ words from last week have been playing on repeat in my mind.
“Your body is banging. You should start showing it off.”
I can’t help but smile at myself in the full-length mirror.
Leaving my sweatpants and sweatshirt on the bathroom floor, I head back into the central part of my room.
“Oh.” Hannah stops in her tracks, checking me out, her eyes flickering up and down my body.
“What?”