#c;zander

Zander wasn’t sure what to make of this woman. Sure, she had the charm and the looks, but he wasn’t quite sure about the conversation that was flowing. Mostly because...he was drifting in and out of it. Distracted by her shapely legs, the sound of her voice and his overactive imagination. 

They were sitting at this airport bar, stranded perhaps. At least he was, in a city he wasn’t familiar with, and a layover that lasted longer than most. When he had caught her eye, there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to get it on with her. The next closest thing to a mile high club. 

“I’m sorry but have I mentioned how pretty your eyes are?”