Daaaamn. Nothing made me hotter than a sexy guy in full flight gear, and I was really damn glad my uniform was flame-retardant, because Panther was scorching hot.
“Aww, hell.” At the sound of Gucci’s voice, I tore my eyes away from Panther to see my friend shaking his head. “You weren’t kidding earlier, were you? You really did hook up with him.”
Well, not exactly. But I couldn’t backtrack now. Instead, I stayed silent.
“This has disaster written all over it.”
“Stop worrying, would you? Shit. You’re worse than a mother hen. It’s going to be fine.” At least, that was what I kept telling myself as I stepped into my own vest and pulled it up my legs. But when I stood tall to pull my shoulder straps in place, I felt someone’s focus locked on me and looked up in time to see Panther watching me.
His lips were pulled tight and his intense eyes narrowed as he studied me from head to toe, and when they reached my face, his expression remained unaffected. Yeah, well, that wouldn’t do. So I reached down to readjust the cock he’d awakened with his little gear-up.
Just as I’d hoped, Panther’s eyes dropped to what I was doing, and when they quickly darted back up to my face, I aimed the same slow smile I’d thrown his way last night and winked.
I expected some kind of reaction. More likely a scowl, but I was hoping for more of a heated look or lick-your-lips situation, any response to tell me he was affected.
But no. Panther’s expression remained stoic as he pulled the strap tight across his chest. Then he grabbed his helmet and turned on his heel, heading out of the bay, and I quickly finished putting on the rest of my gear before he got too far.
“See you out there,” I said, clapping a hand on Gucci’s shoulder, and then I grabbed my own helmet and jogged out in the direction of the hangar. Up ahead, Panther kept up a brisk pace, but I quickly caught up to him.
“You wouldn’t be trying to leave without me, now, would you?” I said, popping on my Aviators as we walked out of the hangar and into the blazing sun. With all the extra gear on, it felt like it was about five thousand effin’ degrees.
Panther kept his gaze forward. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but you got lucky with me as your partner.”
He snorted.
“You don’t think so? Ever flown with me?” When Panther remained silent, I dropped my voice to a purr. “Then you don’t know what you’ve been missing.”
Panther stopped abruptly and ripped off his sunglasses. His blue eyes blazed, finally the reaction I’d been provoking him for. “I get it. You play the part of the rebellious pilot to hide your insecurities. You’re an attention seeker, which is why you don’t keep your mouth shut, and you want nothing more than to get into your competition’s head, which is why you keep fucking with me.” Grinding his jaw, he stepped even closer to me, out of earshot of the others heading out to their planes. “I keep my shit private, you get me? Say something like you did in class today again, and I will fucking end you. I will end you. So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your head down, your lips zipped, and you’ll fly clean.”
Panther shoved his Aviators back on and walked away, and I couldn’t help my grin. A raging Panther was hot.
7 Panther
I NEVER KNEW I could be capable of murder until this morning, but it was possible, and it could happen at any given moment.
As if running into Solo here wasn’t bad enough, he had to be my partner for the duration of the competition? Was this some kind of cruel karmic joke coming to bite me in the ass? I didn’t remember doing anything bad enough to warrant getting stuck with the notorious pilot. If he went off the rails and screwed my chances at the top spot, there would definitely be a death later.
Once I reached the plane I’d been assigned, I went through the preflight check, as beside me Solo did the same.
Forget him. Keep your mind on the hop. Stay calm and ready for anything.
After running through the checks, I closed my eyes as I sat in the cockpit and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, clearing my head. This is what I’d been born to do, and no one was getting in the way of me proving it.
I slipped on my helmet, attached the mask, and then waited for my cue. Solo was positioned to take off ahead of me, and as he got the go-ahead, he tore off down the runway.