His Final Seduction

“That,” Jorgie explained, “was Quint Mason.”

“Quint Mason of Spin The Bottle fame? Get outta town.” Avery gave her a playful shove.

Jorgie pointed to her luggage. “I’m working on it.”

Avery giggled. “You know what I mean. This is incredible.”

“How so?”

“Seriously. It’s kismet, fate, serendipity. I mean we were just talking about him and poof…here he is. What are the odds?”

“Well, actually,” Jorgie said, her mathematical accountant’s mind kicking in, “the probability isn’t as slim as you might think, given that Quint works in the airline industry and DFW is the biggest airport in the state. He probably passes through here every morning on his way to work.”

“Yeah, but what are the odds that you’d be standing here when he sauntered by?”

“I could do a statistical analysis if you wanted…”

Avery plastered her palms over both ears. “No, no, please spare me. Numbers make my head explode.”

“It’s really just like that phenomena where you decide to buy a certain kind of car—”

“Spyder, I want a Spyder.”

“You decide to buy a Spyder,” Jorgie played along, “and suddenly everywhere you look the place is crawling with Spyders.”

“Pun intended?”

“You know me. I can’t resist wordplay.”

“You can’t resist anything brainiacish.”

“Anyway…” Jorgie ignored that comment. “If we hadn’t been talking about Quint, then I probably would never have noticed him. He would have walked right on by. Just like if you weren’t dying to own a Spyder, you wouldn’t notice every single one of them that drove past.”

“Except that he didn’t walk right on by, he ran smack-dab into you.”

“You saw that?”

“The whole airport saw it.”

Jorgie winced. She hated being the center of attention and nothing embarrassed her more than public humiliation. Unlike Avery, who courted the spotlight with glee.

“Don’t obsess about it,” Avery said, accurately reading her. “No one cares that your skirt was practically up around your waist.”

Jorgie groaned.

“Look at the bright side. At least you don’t wear thongs. Come on. Let’s get through security before the line gets any longer. Our plane starts boarding in fifteen minutes.”

Avery was right. No point obsessing over something she couldn’t change. She needed to live in the moment. Get fired up about her trip. She was going to Venice. What more could a woman ask for?

By the time they were through the checkpoint and found their gate at Eros Air, boarding was already in progress.

“Hey,” Avery said, nudging Jorgie in the side. “Isn’t that your guy?”

“What guy?”

“Mr. Handsome over there by the gate attendant.”

Jorgie focused on the jetway. Sure enough, it was Quint Mason getting on the plane. Her plane. To Venice. What was he doing on her plane? Quint had said he was late for work. Did he work for Eros? Was he a pilot, or a navigator, or a flight attendant? But he wasn’t in uniform.

Jorgie frowned and looked at her ticket. “Are we at the right gate?”

“E37. That’s you.”

She focused back on Avery. “What do you mean, that’s me?”

“This is your gate.”

“My gate?” She raised an eyebrow.

Avery shifted her weight. “My gate’s at E34.”

“Your gate?” She sounded like a parrot.

“I decided at the last minute I’d rather go on the Make Love Like A Movie Star tour. I’m going to Hollywood.”

Avery’s statement shocked her so much Jorgie didn’t immediately register what she’d said. “Huh?”

“I’m going to Hollywood,” she repeated.

“That’s what you were doing at the ticket counter? Changing your destination?”

Avery had the good grace to look ashamed. “Yes.”

“And they just let you switch like that?”

“I had to pay a fee, but, yeah.”

Jorgie felt as if she’d been slapped across the face. “What’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me? I would be just as happy going on the movie star tour. Let’s go back and swap my ticket over.”

“Um, I kinda, sorta, wanted to go alone.”

Dismay sucked all the anticipation out of her. “But…but…” Jorgie sputtered. “This whole Eros vacation was your idea. You told me to spread my wings, to claim my sexuality and show Brian that I could be as unconventional as…as…”

Avery placed a hand on Jorgie’s shoulder. “And that’s what you’re going to do.”

“Not without you I’m not.”

“Jorg, we’ve gotta cut the cord sometime. I can’t keep being your id. You gotta learn how to develop your own sense of fun.”