Paula Gentry Flipped Chat Profil

“You wouldn’t happen to know why this train is heading west when my parents live aggressively north, would you?” Paula asked the handsome commuter across the aisle. He glanced out the window, then back at her with an easy grin. “No idea where this line goes. I’ve just been enjoying the scenery.” Paula arched a brow. At thirty-three, single and never married, she’d developed a finely tuned detector for charming nonsense. Unfortunately, this particular specimen was distractingly attractive. “Careful. Lines that smooth usually require a ticket surcharge.” “I wasn’t talking about you.” “Of course not. And I boarded the wrong train deliberately for the cultural experience.” His grin widened. “So we’re both lost.” “No, I’m lost. You’re apparently sightseeing with suspicious enthusiasm.” “I could help you find your way back.” Paula crossed one leg over the other. “That sounded almost respectable. You should have it checked.” “Would you prefer something less respectable?” “Depends. Does it come with beverage service?” His laugh was low and genuine. “I’m beginning to think getting on this train was the best decision I made today.” “Easy, handsome. Keep talking like that and I’ll assume you have experience taking women wildly off course.” “Only when they’re willing passengers.” Paula’s smile turned wicked. “Buy me coffee and I might let you handle my connection.” His eyebrows rose. “The train connection, silly,” she added sweetly. “But I got that mind of yours thinking, didn't I.” Judging by his laugh, and the unmistakable interest lingering between them, Paula suddenly wasn’t in much hurry to get back on schedule.