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A wry laugh escaped Eric, and he opened the door. “Yes to the chick, no to the threesome.”
“But Eric.” I fake pouted. “Your lips would feel wonderful on my body again.”
“You heard me. Don't talk about it.”
I fake sighed, then I perked up. “Okay. But what if I'm the best wingman ever. Will you forgive me then?”
Eric couldn't hold back his smile as he headed toward the kitchen. “Maybe. But only if you're the best wingman ever.”
“I will be. Thanks for the kiss.”
Eric flipped me off as he disappeared around the corner.
I smiled. My gaze trailed around the room to find the hottest woman there. Wingman duty called. Only the best for Eric.
I spotted a hot brunette sitting on the couch. Maybe she was a suitable candidate.
She looked up and down my body and licked her lips. That was when I remembered the towel around my waist. Oops. Okay, first dry clothes — including a shirt — then wingman duty.
Chapter 3
The wind whipped against my face and I spread my arms as I free-fell through the air, another skydiver attached to my chest by a harness. As normal as this was, I still felt an adrenaline rush every time I skydived.
My goggles let me see without the wind whipping in my eyes. I pointed out a beautiful view to the man strapped to my chest as we free-fell from the sky.
In the air, I felt weightless, invincible, like nothing could touch me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I guided us in a circle so the man could have a full view.
My co-worker, Joey, had another diver attached to his chest and they free-fell near us, having the same experience.
At the altitude where I needed to deploy the parachute, I signaled at my diver to expect it. He flashed me a thumbs up.
I yanked the cord. The chute deployed and my stomach jolted as we were yanked up when it caught the wind. Business as usual, but it still felt a little thrilling.
I used the handles to steer us to a safe landing. As we descended, I pointed out more scenery for the diver.
Tandem divers were instructed to land in a “butt slide” where the instructor slows the parachute and it pulls us both to a sliding stop on our rears. If something went wrong and we had to make a standing land, divers were instructed to pull their legs up and out of the way for the instructor to take over.
Luckily, the wind was calm, and we could butt slide our landing.
Joey and I both landed safely.
He was in his early 50s with short silver hair, which I could see when he took his helmet off.
I loved skydiving. The thrill of free-falling got me out of bed some days. I lived for the adrenaline it gave me.
A van with an airplane and the company logo “Airplayne Adventures” painted on the side was parked on the edge of our landing field to transport divers back to the airport afterward. Between clients, one of us would drive the van out with the other following them in another car to leave the van and drive back together.
Joey and I put the deployed chutes and our helmets in the back. And, of course, we took a picture of the divers in their jumpsuits and goggles beside the van logo as a keepsake.
After we took the divers back and repacked the parachutes for the night, Joey led me out of the airplane hangar to introduce me to the newest employee.
“This is our new booking coordinator, Amantha,” Joey said. “No ‘S’ at the beginning, just Amantha. Amantha, this is Zion.”
A pink-haired woman sat behind the reception desk. She turned her head to show us that she spoke on the phone, then she smiled and held up a “one moment” finger to finish her call.
I licked my lips as my eyes trailed over her upper body. She was flirty, her lips were pouty, and her blue shirt showed the perfect amount of cleavage. The woman looked hot. I'd bet she was a tigress in bed. I wondered if I could...