It was just another routine flight from Hong Kong to Manchester for Flight attendant Nigel Grimond until he spied sexy bodybuilder Phil Wilson crammed in seat 12E. Upgrading Phil to business class, Nigel spent as much time as possible talking with the man as well as admiring his muscles and his eagle tattoo. As a thank you for the upgrade, Phil asks Nigel out to dinner at a village pub. Pessimistic at his chances of scoring with such a hunk, Nigel’s hopes are lifted by his psychic friend Tracy who is convinced this is Nigel’s big chance at finding love. Nigel waits at the pub for Phil, who is running late. Through a series of text messages, Phil assures Nigel he won’t be long. But after two hours of waiting, Nigel goes home alone. Phil begs for a second chance, so Nigel is back at the pub the next night, but the excellent food and friendly bar staff will be little consolation if Nigel is stood up a second time. What if Phil doesn’t show? Why is Tracy so insistent that all signs point to love? Shouldn’t Nigel just go home, get drunk, and forget all about strong muscles and tattooed eagle wings?

With These Wings

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.


Chapter 3