Ten years out of high school made her twenty-eight. She didn’t look like she was that old, but he didn’t really care as long as she was legal. She was cute. He was damned attractive, and enough time together would get him her number, if not her. He smiled to himself; he would make a game of it. That would help the time to pass more quickly.<br/><br/>At his question, which he thought was rather innocent, she glared at him and rolled her eyes.<i>“Look, I’m not interested in having sex with you. I’m not the ‘nother notch on your belt’ sort of girl.”</i><br/><br/>He smirked to himself. He hadn’t said the word ‘sex,’ but it was clearly on her mind. That was a move in the right direction. He watched her as she tug around in her purse.<i>“And in case my near panic attack earlier wasn’t enough evidence, I don’t fly very often.”</i><br/><br/>Her explanation meant that she wasn’t quite done with him yet, and that gave Mark some points, in his book. She was willing to extend their talk, which meant she was interested. If she was interested, then she was attracted, and that meant… he smiled down at his lap before glancing over at her. That meant that she might be another notch on his belt after all. She just wasn’t ready to admit it to herself, but when he was inside her and she was calling out his name in pleasure she would be glad that she had changed her mind.<br/><br/>“That’s what I meant,” he said, folding his magazine and putting it into the pouch. “I meant, do you fly often. People who do don’t usually need anti-anxiety meds.” He gave her a little smile. “Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry for what happened earlier on the freeway,” he said, extending his right hand towards her. “I’m<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F9c5c5f3126bd4a1ad3fd-8dd4a56411da3c0c3284d37730c3de88.ssl.cf3.rackcdn.com%2F4460_6c78d059-9bde-47da-a507-e4d96b6585a2.jpg&amp;hash=9866ba8679ed04d85c1dc483132196ba" href="https://9c5c5f3126bd4a1ad3fd-8dd4a56411da3c0c3284d37730c3de88.ssl.cf3.rackcdn.com/4460_6c78d059-9bde-47da-a507-e4d96b6585a2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mark Miles</a>. What’s your name?”<br/><br/>First her name, then her trust, then her number. If she was getting off the airplane in the same city as he, then he could look her up later. She was cute; he had room in his life for ‘cute.’ And if she didn’t want to be in his life, one night would suffice.