Capítulo 3: Chapter 3

Nigel’s gaze roamed over the man’s impressive physique and paused at his right biceps. “What’s the tattoo of?”

Phil rolled up his sleeve. “An eagle. Got it done a couple of years ago.”

Nigel unsuccessfully stifled a groan when Phil flexed his arm which gave the illusion of the eagle flapping its spread wings.

Nigel had to admit he kinda edged over the line of propriety when he asked if he could touch.

The man merely smiled a truly knee-trembling smile and said, “Go ahead, man.”

Never one for needing to be told twice, Nigel did. And what a set of guns Phil had. If the two of them hadn’t been in the middle of the plane’s business class cabin, Nigel would have asked if he could lick the man’s arms. Maybe he could have got away with it in economy, but definitely not in business.