Incognito

“So why are you headed to the other coast?” Aidan asked.

“I’m taking a little vacation,” Lily said. “In the Hamptons.”

“I have friends in the Hamptons,” he said. “It’s pretty wild in the summer. Lots of Hollywood people. So, are you staying with friends or did you rent a place?”

“I—I have a house. I mean, it’s my family’s house. Well, not really my family, but—I’ve been going there since I was fourteen. It’s near Eastport.” She took a sip of her drink. This was a conversation. Now it was time to ask him a question. “And where are you going?”

“The city,” he said. “I have a place in SoHo. Actually, I was supposed to have a meeting on this flight, but it was canceled at the last minute. And you must have gotten her seat.” He grinned. “Kind of a happy coincidence, don’t you think?”

And that was a compliment. Oh God, it was, wasn’t it? Or could she simply be reading a deeper meaning into his words? This was exactly how her fantasies always started, except she wasn’t usually drunk and she always looked like she’d just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. But this was close enough.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“A little,” Lily said. She reached out to set her drink down, but in her excited state, she missed the edge of the tray table and the glass slipped out of her hand. It tumbled off to the side and landed on Aidan’s leg, splashing her drink all over the front of his cargo pants.

Mortified, Lily grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the damp spot then realized where she was dabbing. She looked up into his gaze and caught his bemused smile.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“I can see we’re going to have to monitor your consumption.” Aidan took the glass from between his legs and set it down. Lily didn’t want another drink. Nor did she want to continue to make a fool of herself in front of this man. Suddenly, she felt the need to throw some cold water on her face and regroup.

She bent down and grabbed her tote, then stood. But as she did, her bag caught on the edge of Aidan’s tray table and his bottle of beer tumbled over, sending another round of drinks into his lap. “Sorry,” she murmured as she crawled over him into the aisle.

When she reached the bathroom, she stumbled inside and locked the door behind her. Lily sat down on the toilet seat and reached into her bag for one of her phobia books. But instead, she pulled out a hot-off-the-press copy of The Ten-Minute Seduction.

The book had hit the stores last week to little or no fanfare. She had hoped it might be a success after all the hard work she’d put into it. But really, what woman would need a book like this? Most men didn’t need to be seduced. They were usually quite willing to engage in sex whenever and wherever and with whomever.

“I need this book,” Lily murmured. She opened it up and scanned the first chapter.

Step one, carefully choose a target. Not every man can be seduced. A man who is completely secure and happy in his relationship with the woman in his life may willingly engage in flirtation, but will not be tempted to go further, even if you strip off every last bit of clothing and offer yourself to him on a platter.

She blinked, then looked up at her reflection in the mirror. For all she knew, he could be dating or committed or secretly engaged. Though he seemed to be interested. But then, men in Hollywood cheated all the time. Paging through the book, she found the pertinent section on flirting and read it silently.

Flirtation is a careful balancing act. Show too much interest and you’ll scare him off. Show too little and you’ll never get past the preliminaries. Make eye contact and then hold it just a few seconds longer than proper before glancing away. Lean in as you speak and if you can, accidentally touch him. A clever combination of confidence and mystery will tempt any man.

Lily moaned. Yes, she’d written these words, but they’d come from careful research, not from real-life experience. She set the book on the edge of the sink and stood up, regarding her reflection in the mirror. The glasses would have to go. She dropped them in her bag, then pulled the elastic from her haphazard ponytail. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned the next two buttons on her blouse, exposing a bit more skin and just a hint of cleavage.

“Better,” she murmured. But it wasn’t Lily Hart staring back from the mirror. If only she could become another person entirely, for just the next six hours. Could it be that difficult to play a part? L.A. was all about perception, people pretending to be something they weren’t in order to get what they wanted.

Could she push aside her own inhibitions and see if there was a seductress buried somewhere deep inside her? As a single woman living in L.A., she’d have to get herself some kind of “game” if she ever planned on attracting a man like Aidan. Why not take advantage of the situation and see where it led?

Every woman had this fantasy at one point in her life. How many times had she wondered what it might be like to switch places with a beautiful supermodel or a sexy actress, to be the object of every man’s secret desires? And she had nothing to lose. She’d never see Aidan Pierce again after this flight.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seat-belt sign in preparation for our departure. Please return to your seats and make sure your belongings are stowed securely in the overhead bins or beneath your seat. The flight attendants will be coming around to pick up your drinks.”

It was now or never, Lily thought to herself. Just once, she wanted to go out there and grab what she wanted, even if it meant doing something wild and crazy and completely out of character.

Lily quickly flipped through the book, reading the list of hints she’d so carefully researched. “Scent is important.” Reaching into her bag, she searched for her perfume. “Highlight your most striking feature.” Lily looked in the mirror. She’d always believed that her mouth was sexy. She had full lips, shaped in a perfect Cupid’s bow. The kind of lips Hollywood starlets paid good money for. Lily plucked her lipstick out after her perfume. “Be confident, but not arrogant.” That would be more difficult. The outside was easy to change, but she’d been living with her doubts and insecurities for a long time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. We’re sixth in line for takeoff. We’ll be in the air in about five minutes. The weather is clear and our flying time to JFK will be approximately five and a half hours. Just sit back and relax and we’ll have you to your destination before you know it.”

Five and a half hours to live a fantasy, to live an adventure that might redefine the rest of her life. This time, she wouldn’t be left with regrets. This time she’d seek out her fantasies and make them real. And maybe, by doing that, she’d transform herself into a whole new woman.

AIDAN GLANCED at his watch, then turned around to look down the aisle toward the bathroom. Lily had disappeared nearly ten minutes before and he was ready to ask the flight attendant to check on her. She seemed so frightened by the prospect of flying that he was worried she might have gotten sick or even fainted in the bathroom.

When he’d boarded the plane, Aidan had been looking forward to a quiet, uneventful flight. Now that his in-flight meeting had been canceled, he thought he might be able to relax and catch a little sleep. He’d been going nonstop for nearly a year, working on his latest film.

He glanced down at the front of his pants, soaked through with the mixture of their two drinks. The flight attendant had handed him a wad of napkins when she’d collected what was left of the drinks, but Aidan had resigned himself to being uncomfortable for the rest of the flight.

He’d never met a woman quite as skittish as Lily Hart. Though he was used to being hounded for autographs by giggling female fans and had experienced a fair number of racy proposals, he found all that silliness irritating. So why did he suddenly find it so charming in Lily?

Perhaps because there was no artifice there. She wasn’t just playing the part to be coy. She really was a bundle of fears and insecurities. No woman intent on charming him would have spilled two drinks on purpose. Or locked herself in a bathroom for ten minutes.

He drew a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. She was beautiful, though, beneath those schoolteacher glasses and that careless hairstyle. And he couldn’t deny he found her attractive. He’d been in L.A. for far too long and the women there had all started to look alike—long blond hair, trainer-toned bodies with spray-on tans. And personalities so bland that he could barely carry on a conversation.

At first, dating beautiful actresses had been a kick. In high school, he’d never been able to get a pretty girl to give him a second look. He’d been skinny and fashion-challenged and he’d worn glasses. College had been a little better. But these days, a membership at a gym, a competent Hollywood stylist and laser eye surgery had corrected all his problems. Now, he could pretty much attract any woman he wanted. The problem was, he didn’t want them once he got them.

So what the hell was he searching for? “Someone real,” Aidan murmured. “Something real.”

He’d become disenchanted with his life in general, his work, women, even the car he drove. He’d been making hit films, but they weren’t important films—they didn’t mean anything, they wouldn’t last. His relationships had fallen into the same pattern, flashy on the surface and devoid of any true emotion. And hell, he drove a gas-guzzling SUV just because it looked cool. What was that all about?

Maybe that was why he found Lily Hart so intriguing. She was real, with all her quirks and mannerisms. She’d made a complete fool out of herself and yet he found that utterly charming.

And she was pretty, too. She wore barely any makeup; her pale ivory skin was almost flawless. Her dark hair, pulled away from her face, made her features even more striking. But it was mouth that he found most alluring. It was perfectly shaped, untouched by all those silly injections.

Aidan scolded himself inwardly. Why did he automatically focus on her looks? Was this what L.A. had done to him, turned him into a shallow, superficial jerk? The woman sitting next to him wasn’t just a bunch of features thrown together for his viewing enjoyment. Hollywood was insidious, like a drug that lured you in only to make your life worthless.

That’s why he had felt compelled to return to New York. A dose of life in the real world always seemed to clear his mind and focus his thoughts. Aidan needed to remember the days when he had to pull pennies out of the sofa just to buy a cup of coffee.

The plane began to move slowly down the taxiway and Aidan pushed out of his seat and walked back to the bathroom. He rapped softly on the door. “Lily? Are you all right in there?”

An instant later, the door swung open and he found himself staring into the most striking green eyes he’d ever seen. He took a step back, certain that he’d knocked at the wrong door. But then he realized he was looking at Lily. She’d removed her glasses and let her hair down, the wavy dark strands curling around her neck. Her face, once pale and tense, was now flushed with color and her lips were painted a seductive shade of red.

He nervously cleared his throat. “You’re supposed to be in your seat. We’re going to be taking off soon.”

She smiled at him, regarding him from beneath long dark lashes. “Thanks,” she murmured.

He stepped aside and let her pass, then followed her down the aisle. His gaze dropped to her backside, the fabric of her skirt clinging to her curves like a second skin. Lily flipped up her tray table and buckled her seat belt.

“Feel better?” Aidan asked.

“Yes,” she said calmly. “Much.”

“What were you doing in there?”

“Ah—meditating,” Lily replied. “It’s great for relieving stress.”

Aidan couldn’t believe the change in her. She seemed to have conquered her nerves and he suspected she might have gulped down a Xanax or two while she was in the bathroom. But as the plane turned onto the end of the runway and the wing flaps whirred, he saw her stiffen, proof that her calm demeanor was only skin-deep.

Aidan reached out and took her hand, lacing her fingers through his. “Look at me,” he said. She turned and met his gaze. “Just keep your eyes on mine and listen to my voice. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve taken this flight a hundred times and I’m still here.”

“You—you have beautiful eyes,” she murmured. “And long lashes.”

“I was just thinking that about you,” Aidan replied. “And your mouth. It’s…”

“What?” Lily asked.

“Very…kissable.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Aidan said, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Really.” He felt the plane begin to accelerate down the runway and he reached out and took her face between his hands. Leaning forward, Aidan kissed her gently, his tongue tracing along the crease of her lips until she sighed and opened beneath his assault.

As the plane gained speed, the kiss became more intense, Aidan exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth, drinking in the taste of her. He drew her closer, but her seat belt got in the way. He was almost frantic for more, the sensation of the plane lifting from the ground adding to the rush of adrenaline that surged through his veins.

The engines roared, obliterating the sound of his pulse pounding in his head. A tiny moan slipped from her throat, but the kiss continued. Aidan knew they were probably making a scene, but he was past caring. Instinct had taken over and he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

A ping sounded over the PA system and the bell startled them both out of their sudden lapse into passion. She slowly pulled back, her mouth damp, her lips twitching. “What was that?” she asked.

“If you have to ask, then I guess I didn’t do it right,” he said.

“No, I—I meant that bell.”

Aidan pointed to the light panel above their heads. “The seat-belt sign,” he said. “You are now free to get up and move about the cabin.”

“I’ll be right back,” Lily said, grabbing her bag again and unbuckling her seat belt.

He stood up and stepped into the aisle, then decided to take the window seat after she’d left. A few moments later, the flight attendant stopped by, returning the drinks that she’d collected before takeoff. She also set a plate of cheese and fruit on Lily’s tray table. “I’ll be back to get your dinner order in a few minutes,” she said.

He grabbed a grape and popped it in his mouth, chewing slowly as he considered all that had happened since he’d stepped on the plane. Aidan had never been one to indulge in anonymous sexual encounters, but then, he’d never met a woman like Lily Hart. His first intent in kissing her was merely to distract her. But the moment her lips parted beneath his, Aidan’s intentions had changed.

He couldn’t deny the attraction and he couldn’t help but be a bit curious as to what would happen if he acted on it. This was dangerous territory, the kind of scenario that most men found arousing, yet never experienced in real life.

Lately, Aidan had tried to be more cautious with his sex life, more discerning. He’d grown tired of having his social life splashed across the pages of every Hollywood magazine. Though his publicist loved it, Aidan was frustrated that his personal life had become better entertainment than his films.

If he were smart, he’d get up and move to another seat. If he indulged in this little scenario, it was sure to be all over the press in a few days and though most of his other girlfriends enjoyed the coverage, he wasn’t sure Lily Hart would feel the same.

When he’d first kissed her, he hadn’t expected her to return the kiss with such enthusiasm. Nor had he predicted his own reaction. Aidan cursed softly. This was crazy! He’d made a decision to find something real in his life and here he was considering a superficial sexual encounter on an airplane. The Mile-High Club was such a cliché!

He opened his eyes, then pushed out of his seat. When he got back to the bathroom, he knocked softly on the door. This time, when Lily opened it, he recognized her. Aidan glanced both ways, then pushed inside, closing the door behind him.

The bathroom was tiny with barely enough room for the two of them to stand. His body pressed against hers and he was forced to grasp her waist to maintain his balance. “About what happened,” he murmured. “I—I was just trying to distract you. I didn’t mean to—” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to enjoy it…so much.” He paused. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes,” she said, watching him through wide eyes. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, then flitted back up to his eyes again.

Aidan knew what he had to do, what she wanted him to do, and what he found impossible to resist. Without a second thought, he brought his mouth down on hers. This time, it wasn’t to distract her. This time, his thoughts were completely focused on the sensations of her sweet mouth beneath his.

He’d kissed a lot of women, but it had never been quite like this. There was something forbidden about what they were doing, something dangerous, that made the simple act of kissing seem so much more intense. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair and a groan slipped from his throat as he pulled her against him.

Maybe that was it. Had they been standing at her front door, this would be just an ordinary kiss. But the anticipation of what might happen between them next was making this all more thrilling than it really was. It made sense, but at the same time, Aidan didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he’d simply found a woman he could trust—at least for the next six hours.

He drew back and smoothed her hair away from her face. “We should go back to our seats,” he said. “Someone is going to want this bathroom.”

She didn’t speak, just nodded. Lily grabbed her purse from the sink, then slipped out the door. When he returned to his seat, her eyes were fixed on a book in her lap. He watched as she turned a page, noting the tremor in her hand. Reaching out, Aidan drew a finger across the soft skin below her wrist and she turned to look at him.

“Later,” he promised.

2

THE LIGHTS in the first-class cabin were dimmed a few minutes after the dinner service ended. Most of the passengers took the opportunity to catch some sleep. With the time change, they’d arrive in New York just after six in the morning, the beginning of a brand-new day.

But right now, Lily wanted the night to last forever. She and Aidan had shared a bottle of champagne during dinner and to her surprise, she was feeling remarkably relaxed. She suspected the company had something to do with that, as well.

Their dinner conversation had been light and teasing, Lily carefully weaving her web of mystery around her handsome companion. He’d kissed her. Obviously, he found her attractive and that thought gave her the confidence she needed to continue with her “experiment.”

If she expected to have a social life, she was going to have to learn to operate like the other women in L.A. She needed to be able to use her seductive powers to get what she wanted. After all, competition for men like Aidan Pierce would be relentless. Lily knew she’d probably never be able to compete for a guy like him in the real world, but right now, he was sitting next to her—and touching her—and kissing her.

Though he was curious about her life, he wasn’t bothered by her evasive answers. Telling him the truth about who she was and what she did would prove just one thing—her life was incredibly dull.

But Aidan wasn’t reluctant to speak about his life. He amused her with little stories of his travel adventures. He’d been all over the world, staying in exotic locales she’d only read about. When he talked about Tahiti, she commented on the beaches and didn’t correct him when he assumed she’d been there. When he asked, Lily simply said she’d visited many interesting and exotic places in the world.

“You haven’t told me what you do for a living,” Aidan said.

Lily took a sip of champagne, attempting a coy smile. “I write,” she said. It was the truth. A simplified version of it, at least. “What about you?”

He seemed surprised by the question. Of course, she knew exactly what he did for a living. But she could pretend she didn’t. Wouldn’t that add a little more mystery to the attraction between them?

“Forget that question,” she said. “Let’s not talk about work.” Lily studied him for a long moment. There was another question that needed to be answered. “Are you married?” Lily knew he wasn’t, but he could be involved in a relationship that hadn’t been reported in the magazines.

“No,” Aidan said. “And you?”

“No,” she admitted. “But let’s not talk about relationships, either.”

“So we can’t talk about work or relationships. What’s left?”

Lily smiled. “I don’t know. Tell me about your childhood.”

He picked up her right hand and carefully studied her fingers. Then he drew her hand to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. No man had ever done that to her before and Lily found it strangely provocative. “I had a normal childhood,” he said. “Nothing dysfunctional, nothing traumatic. What about you?”

Lily hesitated. She never talked about her childhood, not even to Miranda. She’d managed to bury all the emotions so deeply that they barely even touched her heart anymore. “Mine was perfectly idyllic,” she lied. “Next topic. How about favorite color?”

“Blue. Favorite dessert?”

“Lemon meringue pie,” Lily replied. “Favorite vacation spot?”

“Your mouth,” he murmured.

Lily’s breath froze and her mind raced for a witty comeback. Men just didn’t talk to her like this! She glanced away, hoping for inspiration, but Aidan hooked his finger beneath her chin and forced her gaze to meet his.

“And yours?” he asked.

“The first-class bathroom on the flight between LAX and JFK,” she said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

This was it. There was no going back. Lily was now an exciting and interesting and adventurous woman, the kind of woman who could seduce a man like Aidan, the kind of woman he’d want.

“So do you plan to return to that spot anytime soon?” he asked. He reached between them and pushed the armrests out of the way, then grabbed her waist and pulled her across his lap.

Lily looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but Aidan cupped her face in his hands and turned her gaze to his. “Don’t worry. They’re all asleep.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Never,” he said. “But I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind a few times during a particularly boring flight. I usually get seated next to businessmen or grandmothers.” He wrapped his arm around her hip and his other hand tangled in her hair.

This time when he kissed her, it was easy and perfect, as if he’d memorized the contours of her mouth and knew just how they fitted together. Lily relaxed in his embrace, enjoying the way he made love to her lips and her tongue. She’d always thought kissing was overrated, two mouths pressed together. But Lily now realized she’d never really been kissed, at least not by a man who took his desires seriously.

With every taste, she could feel his need growing more desperate. She shifted, her backside pressed into his lap and he moaned softly. Emboldened by his reaction, Lily sat up, bracing her hand on his thigh. Parting the front of his shirt, she leaned closer and kissed his chest.

She’d never been so blatantly forward with a man and it felt good. But she wasn’t in the real world anymore, she’d been caught inside this fantasy. She didn’t have to think before she acted. There were no rules and nothing was out of bounds.

Lily reached for the buttons of her blouse, but he brushed her fingers away, tugging at the fabric until he’d exposed the curve of her shoulder. Aidan bit at the spot beneath her ear, his breath warm against her skin, then trailed his lips to a spot between her breasts. “You have too many clothes on,” he murmured.