“Here; let me help you since your friend over there won’t,” a rugged voice spoke.

I moved out of the way as the hot gentleman took down my bag. “Get what you need and I’ll put it back up for you.”

“Thank you.” I softly smiled while the feeling of belittlement and embarrassment coursed through my veins.

I unzipped the front pocket and pulled out my Kindle. He picked up my bag and put it back in the overhead with ease.

“Thank you again,” I said quietly as I took my seat.

“Hey, man. Thanks for helping out. She does some stupid things sometimes,” Brendon said.

The man didn’t look at him. He looked at me and quietly spoke, “You’re welcome,” and then proceeded to give Brendon a dirty look.

I turned on my Kindle and flipped to a page in a book I had started reading by the pool in Vegas. I couldn’t concentrate on the words that sat on the page. The only thing on my mind was the hot guy sitting in the aisle seat across from me. The way he wore his sandy brown hair was the exact way I’d wish Brendon would wear his. His piercing blue eyes caught my attention the minute I looked over at him, as well as his perfected five o’clock shadow, which graced his beautiful square jaw line. His dark grey tailored suit screamed high end, with his white shirt hiding underneath, and matching heather grey and black striped tie. I gulped just thinking about him. He was easy to check out while he was reaching for my bag, but it also helped that I had a photographic memory.

After we finally took off, Brendon called for the flight attendant and asked for a bourbon. She nodded her head and then looked at me.

“Can I get you anything?”

“I will have a glass of white wine. Whatever you have is fine.”

“Sure.” She smiled as she touched my shoulder.

She turned to the hot guy across the aisle and asked him. He looked over at me, and his mouth curved as he spoke. “I’ll have a glass of white wine as well. Whatever you have is fine.”

My heart started to beat rapidly, and I quickly looked down at my Kindle with a smile on my face. After the flight attendant brought us our drinks, I reached into my purse and pulled out a chocolate bar.

“Are you really going to eat that?” Brendon asked with irritation.

“Yes. Why? Would you like some?”

“What did we talk about in Vegas? Remember I showed you those hot girls in the string bikinis and told you that you could look like that and you said you would work on it? Remember? Now you’re going to blow it by eating that candy bar?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, baby,” I replied nervously and put the candy bar in my purse.