Celia looked out the window to see Evan standing a short distance away. He was waiting for her. The driver opened her door, and she stepped into the afternoon sun. She blinked a few times then pulled her shades from her head over her eyes. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so obvious how she ate Evan up with her gaze. He was dressed casually. Jeans, polo shirt and loafers. She’d only ever seen him in suits, and she hadn’t imagined he could look better. She was wrong. So, so wrong. The jeans cupped him in all the right places. They clung to his thighs, rounded his butt and molded to his groin. They weren’t new, starchy-looking jeans, either. They were faded and worn, just like a good pair of jeans should be. “Celia,” he said with a nod as she approached. “If you’re ready, we can be on our way.” “I just need to get my luggage …” She turned to see that the driver was handing her luggage to a uniformed man. “Okay then, I’m ready,” she said cheerfully. He smiled and motioned for her to precede him onto the plane.
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