There was clearly a lot more to the story, but Thalia didn't continue and he didn't push. However, he regretted his change of topic the moment his next question flew out of his mouth. "Didn't you get a boyfriend again after you broke up with that cowboy?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Neither, we're just being fair." Dean smirked. "Just go first."
Thalia stretched out her legs and leaned her head on the wall behind her. "I've dated two men over the past two years, and both of them didn't work out because they didn't want to be in a long distance relationship. Even me, I don't want to be far from the one I love."
"You could always find a man who wants to travel with you," he pointed out.
"True."
"Maybe a colleagues? Or maybe a relief worker you meet abroad?"
"I don't date my co-workers. Ever. That's my number one rule. I've seen a lot of my co-workers who have gotten better, and they just broke up. So far, I haven't met anyone abroad who sparked my interest." She shot him a pointed look. "Except for you."
Damn, why did he suddenly turn on what she said? He couldn't believe she'd brought it up, yet at the same time, he wasn't surprised. Thalia is a woman who always speaks her mind, regardless of any discomfort it might cause.
"Anyway," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, "your turn. Why don't you want to get a girlfriend?"
"Other than hiding from the government, I also have a commitment phobia," he said without hesitation.
She just laughed at him.
"I'm serious. I really hate commitment." He said smiling. "I get bored easily, Doc."
"I see."
He doubted that - because every word he'd just said was a big fat lie. That's the reason he always gives up on women who show interest in him because he was still on the run.
Beside him, Thalia suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute - do you think I want a commitment too? Is that why you avoided me last night?"
He burst out laughing. "I just plucked up the courage, Doc."
"So I'm wrong?" She challenged him.
He thought he could lie again, but Thalia was also a clever thinker and good at twisting words.
"You didn't make a mistake, Doc," he admitted.
"But you seem worried that I might not want it temporarily?" She sighed. "It's the doctor thing, right? Men always assume that because I'm a doctor. You might think that I also want a serious relationship. But that's bullcrap, you know. I can do a casual fling. If anything, that's all I can do right now."
He couldn't control the anticipation that rose inside him. He studied her beautiful face, then tried to assess if it was real. Based on his experience, women often tell him that it's fine for them to be just a fling, but eventually they expect him to be in a serious relationship. But Thalia's words seem sincere, like her, he doesn't want also to get into a serious relationship.
"Are you satisfied with the temporary, huh?" he said weakly.
"Yes."
"Are you sure about that?"
The hot air in the cargo hold grew even muggier. Dean's gaze lowered to those small, perky breasts of hers, perfectly outlined by her white tank top. Her nipples hardened right before his eyes, he was drooling over and making his fingers itch with the urge to play with those tiny peaks.
"Well?" he asked.
A corner of her lips lifted. "I'm sure."
"Okay, then."
Before she could blinked, he bent his neck to force a kiss. She just closed her eyes and he sucked her lips and tongue. His both hands caressing and squeezing her breasts and he was getting even hotter even though there was still clothes between their skins. She moaned but it failed to make a sound because he was sucking her tongue. He intended for it to be a quick kiss, a sealing of the deal, a hint of everything he'd do to her when they got near a bed, but Thalia clearly had other ideas. First she broke away from their kiss, then she took off her top, leaving her in that flimsy white bra that didn't hide a damn thing.
Dean's throat went dry, his pulse quickened as well. "What are you doing?"
She rolled her eyes, then stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. "What do you think I'm doing?"
It took every ounce of willpower to channel his inner gentleman. "We can't do it here."
"Says who?"
She has completely removed her jeans.
Holy crap.
She was standing in front of him in nothing but her white bra and pink panties, a picture of pure temptation. His gaze roamed her body, from her small but round breasts, down to her small waist, and down to her long legs.
Never in a million years would he have guessed Thalia Ricafort capable of stripping to her underwear in the back of a cargo jet.
"You're just full of surprises," he murmured.
"And you have many excuses. Come on, Magallon, we don't have enough time. Don't be demure, take off your clothes."
"You're bossy." He teased.
"I'm a doctor. That's why I'm used to giving orders." She replied, smiling.
Dean didn't waste any more time and quickly took off his T-shirt and pants. His erection strained against the front of his black boxer briefs, and Thalia's gaze instantly zeroed in on the evidence of his arousal.
The girl stepped closer to him, then she stared at his body as if in admiration. "You like my body?" he said gruffly.
"Mmm-hmm."
She stared at his bare chest, down to his stomach, and her gaze stopped at his crotch, before her gaze dropped to his legs. Everywhere she looked, his skin burned. Desire built in his groin, thick and relentless. With a growl, he locked her in his arms and kissed her passionately.
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