Chapter 27: The plane jerk
Beatrix had no idea how long she stayed at the bathroom. She didn’t think she was ready to face him yet. She couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts that seems to spiral out of control anytime he was near her.
She flinched when there was a knock on the door.
"Beatrix?"
Taking a deep breath, she tugged on her skirt and peered into the mirror, making sure her cheeks weren’t flushed before opening the door.
"Is everything all right?" Damien asked deep and quietly.
He had rolled the sleeves of his shirt above his elbows and it was quite possibly the hottest thing she had ever seen.
Her eyes travelled along the path of the veins in his forearms as they strain against his skin and branch off to his long, lean fingers before she forced herself to look away.
Beatrix felt like putting a bullet in her temple over the inappropriate thoughts that began to flood her brain.
God what was wrong with her?