Sinking tiredly into the comfortable Executive Class seat on a non-stop flight to Hong Kong stifling a moan, Jamie Foster's head just felt so full, her mind flooded with what she'd left behind; the cheating, lying sleaze ball she'd almost married, and of course what lay ahead for her, the job of her life in one of the most exciting cities of the world, that she could now look forward to.
And she just thanked whoever was looking out for her that she hadn't gone through with marrying that low-life David, who turned out to be nothing but a train wreck masquerading as a successful entrepreneur, who hadn't worked a day in years, that she also discovered, secretly smoked more pot than Cheech and Chong ever had combined, who just for fun, also had a penchant for screwing around with other women.
And
to top it all off, was caught red handed trying to clean out her bank account.
What a prize he turned out to be. And of course, with her abysmal track record with men, she was beginning to realize she could really pick 'em. But at least they'd never tied the knot, actually shivering at the thought of being saddled with a waste of space like him.
But since she was starting over in a brand new city, clear across the world, Jamie decided she wasn't going to get serious with anyone, maybe ever again. Sure, she might be up for some fun - 'cause who didn't like some sexy fun - but definitely nothing more. She'd more than learned her lesson about getting too involved after that near miss with conniving David.
And wouldn't you know it, the moment she'd made that promise to herself, what had to be the most gorgeous man she'd ever set eyes on, took the seat across the aisle from her, giving her the sexiest grin imaginable, instantly making her groan.
Oh, damn.
Of course he had to have that sexy Clark Kent thing going on, that she could never resist. His dark framed glasses only making him look that much hotter, and in just a white dress shirt and deep gray tie, having already shed his suit jacket, she could tell he had a body like the man of steel, too. So toned and fit, he had her fighting not to lick her lips. He was just everything she didn't need right now. But the errant lock of dark hair that hung over his forehead, only accentuating his striking blue eyes, had her longingly staring, no matter what she'd just sworn to herself.
And she soon realized the flight crew must have picked up on the fact there was a total hottie sitting in Executive Class too, since they were already buzzing around him like bees to a hive. But she could see he was doing his best to be patient, only rolling his eyes after one of them almost crawled into his lap, waving her ample boobs in his face, to supposedly push up his window shade up for him. God, could she possibly be any more transparent? And from the uncomfortable look on his face she'd probably even whispered something in his ear, like if he had any interest in joining the Mile High Club, that she'd be happy to help him with that, too.
And as the uncanny Clark Kent look-alike tried his best to be polite with the overly attentive flight crew, Jamie was busy waving her hand at each one that passed, desperate for something to drink since the bottle of water she'd had, had been confiscated at the security check. But with Hot stuff consuming all their attention, not one of them even noticed her, and then they were gone. And damn was she ever feeling parched.
But gorgeous must have noticed, since he leaned across the aisle that separated them and asked, "What was it you wanted?"
"Just some water," she told him.
Nodding, he pushed the button on his arm rest and held up his hand, and within two seconds, not one, not two but three eager women were hovering over him, grinning like idiots, eager to serve him in any way he saw fit. Then he quickly took the wind out of their sails, when he smiled over at her and said, "The lady would like some water."
With a disdainful wrinkle of their little upturned noses, they all gave her a curt little nod, but at least one of them thankfully returned with the bottle of water she'd been dying for, along with a glass. Leaning across the aisle Jamie thanked him. But he leaned over too, and met her halfway, and whoa, up close, unbelievably, when he levelled those striking blue eyes on her, he was even more gorgeous than she'd first thought, actually making her heart skip a beat.
Smiling into her eyes, obviously aware of the effect he was having on the flight crew, he said, "Maybe I should come and sit beside you, at least till you've gotten your dinner."
Jamie laughed and nodded. "Might not be a bad idea." And damn if he didn't follow through and plunk that gorgeous toned ass of his in the seat right next to hers. Wow. Now she was really in trouble with him in touching distance.
Extending his hand, he said, "It's Clark, by the way."
Hearing that, her eyes actually popped. He had to be shitting her. It was just too much of a coincidence that he was the spitting image of Superman's alter ego and even had a name like Clark. Unable to stop herself, Jamie said, "Just tell me your last name's not Kent."
"No," he said, chuckling, "it's Philips, but I've been told I look just like him."
Eyeing him up close trying her best not to pant, she said, "Yeah, I'd say you're a dead ringer." Jeez, what an incredibly good looking man.
"Okay, now that we've established who I am..." Still smiling, he tucked his glasses in his pocket and waited.
She couldn't help but smile back at the teasing twinkle in his eye, especially now that she could see them better without the frames. Then once she finally figured out what he waiting for, slightly embarrassed, she said, "Oh, and I'm Jamie, Jamie Lockhart."
Not even realizing she was still holding his hand, until he squeezed hers and said, "A pleasure to meet you, Jamie." Feeling even more foolish, she finally let go of him. But gee did it ever feel nice to touch him. No small wonder the flight crew were all creaming their panties over him - even the gay ones.
"So, is this your first trip to Hong Kong?"
Her head snapping up from where she'd been staring at their hands, she said, "No. I've been a few times, just for interviews. But now that I've accepted a job there, it looks like I'll be calling it home for at least the next few years."
She noticed him start to smile, his eyes seeming to warming when she said that. "Good. Maybe we could have a drink or a bite to eat sometime, since I live there, too."
"Really?" Wow. How great was it to meet her first possible hook-up before the plane had even left the ground.
Checking her over, Clark's gaze shot to her left hand and he was so damn glad she wasn't wearing a ring, seeing as his heart nearly stopped in his chest the moment he saw her, and already he knew he wanted to get to know her better... so much better.
And aside from being gorgeous, he could tell she was a real blonde, her hair was so fair, and with the prettiest most unusual shade of violet eyes he'd ever seen, that looked to be all natural, too, since he couldn't detect any contacts. There didn't seem to be anything phony about her, like so many other women he knew. Slim, with a nice set of curves, he could already imagine her out of her clothes, preferably on her back and smiling up at him, as he...
