The moment Bella's striking blue eyes landed on Scott, they lit up like fireworks.
Without hesitation, she bolted straight for him, her red designer dress flowing dramatically behind her.
"Scotttt──!!"
And before anyone could react-
She tackled him.
Hard.
Scott barely had time to tense up before Bella's arms wrapped around his torso in a death grip while her cheek pressed firmly against his chest.
From the helicopter, Butler Morgan slowly exhaled, placed a hand over his face, and sighed as if he had aged ten years in a single second.
"… Honestly, it's like that woman can't read the room."
On the other hand, Scott kept his expression calm and composed, even as Bella's breasts drilled into his chest and her perfume practically invaded his senses.
His arms? Firmly raised up in surrender.
He wasn't touching her.
Nope.
Not even a little.
But that didn't seem to help.
Because standing just a few feet away-
