Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
The last to get on the plane was a scowling woman in her late fifties that looked like she’d had so much work done on her face that not a single piece of it was natural anymore.
I mean, more power to you if you wanted to do that to yourself, but she looked like an alien with her face permanently etched in stone. In fact, in the few seconds I’d been watching her, she hadn’t even blinked.
“Slone,” the woman said when she came to a stop next to his chair. “I see congratulations are in order?”
I could see the anger practically vibrating her tiny body.
“Sure thing,” Slone said. “How are you doing, Kay?”
Kay, who I assumed was the owner, looked angry that she’d been addressed as “Kay” and said, “My name is Ms. Druthers. Make sure you get that fine paid by the end of the day.”
“Usually, when the fine is issued,” Joe called out from behind us. “You have four days to pay it. And that’s business days. Seeing as today is Friday, and end of day at that, he has until next Friday to pay it, as per Liners by-laws.”
Jesus, I knew that I liked him.
Slone’s brows rose at Kay as he said, “I’ll get it to you when we get back.”
That would be Wednesday, if I remembered correctly.
“Titus, you, too,” Kay snapped.
Titus didn’t look up.
In fact, he was so in his zone that he didn’t even stir at her snapped words.
“You’ll tell him,” she ordered Slone.
Slone shrugged. “I’ll try to remember. But I have a PA that does all this for me, so my poor brain doesn’t get overwhelmed.”
That was the first I was hearing about a PA.
That didn’t mean that he didn’t have one, of course, but I felt like maybe I would’ve heard her mentioned over the last several hours when we’d talked about anything and everything under the sun.
Kay stomped away toward the back of the plane, leaving us in the very first seat with no one in front of us but a few flight attendants that immediately went to mid-plane and started closing overhead bins.
“I didn’t see any flight attendant seats as we were coming in,” I said. “Do they sit back there?”
“Yeah,” Slone said as he narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
I shrugged, then said, “These are very spacious seats. The way they’re situated, you have to actively look in the cubbies to see anything.”
His eyes went from narrowed to assessing as he said, “I feel like you’re going somewhere with this line of talk.”
I was.
I was thinking about how nice it would be to do a little heavy petting on the plane after we took off and there were no more flight attendants walking around.
Because right now, the man was wearing a pair of sweatpants and he looked deliciously hot in those and the tight black t-shirt he was wearing. Oh, and that hat pulled down low? Even better.
Not to mention, I was a horny bitch.
I wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with me.
After last night, and this morning, all I could think about was doing it again.
And again.
And again.
Hell, he hadn’t even made it out of the RV and I’d wanted to pull him back down and ravish him.
What did it say about me that I was thinking about doing what I was thinking on a plane where anyone could see?
“This is a red-eye,” he said. “It’ll take six hours to get there.”
Why was he telling me this?
That answer became clearer the more he elaborated.
“The attendants will come by and help turn beds down.” He gestured toward our seats. “These pods both turn into beds if we all want them. When that happens, they’ll let everyone sleep unless they’re paged to come back.”
A grin started turning up the corner of my lips.
“I…”
I didn’t get to finish my words because the attendants came by and said, “We’re about to take off.”
Then they were gone, leaving me and Slone alone.
I could just barely see Titus above Slone’s seat, and he was already pulling his hat down low over his eyes, likely trying to go back to sleep.
I buckled myself in and closed my eyes, waiting for takeoff.
All the while, that little seed Slone had planted in my head about how long the flight would be was churning up ideas, making me want to do things I probably shouldn’t do.
CHAPTER 11
To do list: Your dad.
-Coffee Cup
SLONE
I was hard.
So fucking hard.
Some switch had flipped, and now I couldn’t get it under control.
Hell, my dick was so hard it was tenting the front of my sweats, and the only thing holding it under control at this point was the hand I had firmly placed over the top of it.
The woman at my side suddenly twisted so that she had her feet up on the seat, and her arms around her raised knees.