Every muscle in her body tightened when she approached him. Thankfully he was looking out the window so she had a moment to collect herself. She cleared her throat. “I hear it’s snowing back home.”
Kiptyn’s head snapped around so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash. His gaze connected with hers and a slow smile spread over his face. “I heard. The wind is going to pick up later this morning too. If you have any pull with the captain, could you have him get this thing off the ground as soon as possible?”
Allie tried to read him. He seemed friendly enough all right. His body language wasn’t as tight as hers and his smile appeared genuine. The biggest change she noticed was his attitude. He wasn’t demanding or acting annoyed. This was the tabloid-Kiptyn, the one the public loved. “Sorry, no pull. This is my fifth day as an attendant. Everyone on the plane has more clout.” She chuckled and waited for him to revert to mean ole Kiptyn.
Instead, he grinned. Not just a cheeky twinge that passed as a grin, but a full curve of his mouth complete with pearly white teeth.
An unexpected-warmth took her over. It started in her face, slithered down her neck, spilled across her breasts, and dipped lower until it found its intended target. Allie drew her knees together to fight the surge of delight.
A warning voice whispered in her head. He’s toying with you.
She took a mental breath and shoved aside the remnants of the convoluted attraction. In no way could she allow herself to think for one second that any of this was real.