Page 31 of Tempting God

I open the flight app on my phone and groan. There’s no freaking way.

He peers over my shoulder. “B-1. Looks like we’re seat mates.”

No, we’re not! Because I’m going to change my seat as soon as we get to the gate.

When we approach the waiting area, Grant takes a seat and I make a beeline to the courtesy counter. There’s a line of people waiting to speak to the airline employee, and by the time I reach her, I already know what her answer is going to be because I heard her say it to at least three other people.

“Hi. I was wondering if I can change my seat number.”

I hand her my ID and show her my e-ticket.

Her eyes widen. “You want to change your first-class seat?”

“Yes.”

“As I’m sure you heard, the flight is completely booked. In fact, we’re offering cash payments to anyone who wants to be bumped to another flight. Would you be interested in that?”

I shake my head. “No, I have to be on this flight.”

“Then I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do to help you, ma’am.”

“Thanks for trying.”

I don’t have much time to wallow in self-pity because boarding starts for the flight. I end up ahead of Grant in line, even though it won’t matter since we’re sitting next to each other. By the time he slides into the seat next to me, I have my bag stowed and I’m watching an old episode of Scandal on my phone with my earbuds in. I can feel Grant watching me, but I ignore him. I mean, that’s how I’m going to get through this five-hour long flight.

Grant pokes my arm when the flight attendant starts her pre-flight speech.

I pull one of my earbuds out and whisper, “What? I’ve heard this a million times, as I’m sure you have.”

“You never know when we’re going to go down in the Hudson, though.” His gaze twinkles as he leans in even closer. “I get why you were blushing earlier.”

“Huh?”

“The lactation pod. Hot. Would have never thought of it. I, myself, am more of an airplane bathroom kind of guy.”

My pulse thrums in my neck. “You’re lying.”

“Wanna bet, Little Fae?”

“And what would the bet be?”

“That I can get you off in the bathroom on this plane and no one will be the wiser.”

“Bull.”

He puts his hand over his heart. “Your lack of faith wounds me.”

I should end this conversation now, but I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

“Fine.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I’m only agreeing because this isn’t going to work. We’re going to get caught and then your name is going to be smeared in the press.”

“We’ll see, Little Fae. We’ll see. So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

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