stood looking out the open door. Clearly, Jake had arrived.
After greeting the pilot, Jake walked up the steps to the plane, smiling politely at Allison and Heidi when he reached the top. “Morning, ladies.”
“Good morni ng, Mr. McCoy,” the pair greeted simultaneously, their smiles radiant as they stepped back and allowed him to pass.
Entering the cabin, he immedia tely caught sight of Miss Taylor. She was already seated, her laptop sitting open on her lap. If it was for his benefit she needn’t have bothered; there was no way in hell he felt like working. He had a splitting headache, but it was of his own making. He and several of his teammates had met up at their favorite sports bar for a few drinks, some darts and several games of pool the night before, and he had a serious hangover to show for it. He hadn’t gotten home until just a few hours before dawn and he was not only hung over but exhausted as well. More than anything, he needed a nap. “Miss Taylor,” he greeted courteously.
Britney raised her gaze to his. “Good morning, Mr. McCoy,” she replied with staid professionalism.
Jake had to fight the urge to groan aloud at the austere tone of her voice. Terrific! The Ice Queen was still displaying about as much personality as a rock, he thought to himself. Making his way forward, he eyed the long leather couch positioned directly across from where Miss Taylor sat with an inaudible feeling of relief.
“Can we get you anything , Mr. McCoy?” Allison asked, as she and Heidi followed doggedly in his footsteps.
“Something to drink? A snack perhaps?” Heidi offered.
Dropping onto the sofa, he looked up at their eager to please faces. “Actually ladies, it was a late night and I’m dead tired. I think I’m just going to crash here on the couch for awhile.” Their disappointed expressions were nearly identical. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
“Of course , Mr. McCoy. I’ll let the captain know that we’re ready to depart then,” Heidi replied, moving away with obvious reluctance.
“If you wi ll just buckle your seat belt for take off, I’ll let you know when it’s safe for you to lie down,” Allison told him, before she too moved away.
“Thanks, I ’d appreciate it.” Settling back against the expensive leather, he tugged the lap belt across his midsection. When it was securely buckled he lifted his gaze to the woman seated across from him, repressing a weary sigh. She looked exactly the same as she had the day before; the only difference was the color of her plain, shapeless suit, this one a steely gray.
“Is there anything you woul d like to go over, Mr. McCoy, before you… uh… crash?” Britney asked, her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her laptop.
“ Nothing that can’t wait,” he answered. “And since we’re going to be housemates for the next couple of months, would you mind if we dropped the formality, Miss Taylor?” he asked, quirking his brow. “You can call me Jake.”
“Oh…sure…of course . Please, call me Britney,” she stammered awkwardly, dropping her gaze back to the laptop. Shutting it down, she then slipped the computer back into her bag.
When she glanced up a minute later, Jake had already dropped his head to rest against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. She studied him for a moment, unable to help herself. It was the first time she had looked at him, really looked at him, unlike the brief glances she’d sent his way during their previous meetings. There was no denying it; Jake McCoy was as gorgeous as sin. His tousled, light brown hair was slightly longer than Ian’s she noted, but cut in a similar, deliberately mussed style that just begged a woman to run her fingers through it, while a few wayward strands fell against his forehead, giving him a slightly rakish look. Though closed at present, she knew that his eyes were a deep emerald green and
After greeting the pilot, Jake walked up the steps to the plane, smiling politely at Allison and Heidi when he reached the top. “Morning, ladies.”
“Good morni ng, Mr. McCoy,” the pair greeted simultaneously, their smiles radiant as they stepped back and allowed him to pass.
Entering the cabin, he immedia tely caught sight of Miss Taylor. She was already seated, her laptop sitting open on her lap. If it was for his benefit she needn’t have bothered; there was no way in hell he felt like working. He had a splitting headache, but it was of his own making. He and several of his teammates had met up at their favorite sports bar for a few drinks, some darts and several games of pool the night before, and he had a serious hangover to show for it. He hadn’t gotten home until just a few hours before dawn and he was not only hung over but exhausted as well. More than anything, he needed a nap. “Miss Taylor,” he greeted courteously.
Britney raised her gaze to his. “Good morning, Mr. McCoy,” she replied with staid professionalism.
Jake had to fight the urge to groan aloud at the austere tone of her voice. Terrific! The Ice Queen was still displaying about as much personality as a rock, he thought to himself. Making his way forward, he eyed the long leather couch positioned directly across from where Miss Taylor sat with an inaudible feeling of relief.
“Can we get you anything , Mr. McCoy?” Allison asked, as she and Heidi followed doggedly in his footsteps.
“Something to drink? A snack perhaps?” Heidi offered.
Dropping onto the sofa, he looked up at their eager to please faces. “Actually ladies, it was a late night and I’m dead tired. I think I’m just going to crash here on the couch for awhile.” Their disappointed expressions were nearly identical. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
“Of course , Mr. McCoy. I’ll let the captain know that we’re ready to depart then,” Heidi replied, moving away with obvious reluctance.
“If you wi ll just buckle your seat belt for take off, I’ll let you know when it’s safe for you to lie down,” Allison told him, before she too moved away.
“Thanks, I ’d appreciate it.” Settling back against the expensive leather, he tugged the lap belt across his midsection. When it was securely buckled he lifted his gaze to the woman seated across from him, repressing a weary sigh. She looked exactly the same as she had the day before; the only difference was the color of her plain, shapeless suit, this one a steely gray.
“Is there anything you woul d like to go over, Mr. McCoy, before you… uh… crash?” Britney asked, her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her laptop.
“ Nothing that can’t wait,” he answered. “And since we’re going to be housemates for the next couple of months, would you mind if we dropped the formality, Miss Taylor?” he asked, quirking his brow. “You can call me Jake.”
“Oh…sure…of course . Please, call me Britney,” she stammered awkwardly, dropping her gaze back to the laptop. Shutting it down, she then slipped the computer back into her bag.
When she glanced up a minute later, Jake had already dropped his head to rest against the back of the couch, his eyes closed. She studied him for a moment, unable to help herself. It was the first time she had looked at him, really looked at him, unlike the brief glances she’d sent his way during their previous meetings. There was no denying it; Jake McCoy was as gorgeous as sin. His tousled, light brown hair was slightly longer than Ian’s she noted, but cut in a similar, deliberately mussed style that just begged a woman to run her fingers through it, while a few wayward strands fell against his forehead, giving him a slightly rakish look. Though closed at present, she knew that his eyes were a deep emerald green and
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