“Welcome to Flight 691 to San Francisco. We’re looking at clear skies and plain sailing this evening. We hope you enjoy your flight.”
I’m unbuckled and out of my seat before he finishes his sentence.
“Excuse me! I’m on the wrong flight. Stop the plane! Please. This is the wrong flight. Shit!” The mother behind me covers her son’s ears at my profanity.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, but I just need to get off this flight.” The attendants are on me in seconds.
“Take your seat, madam. You can’t be unbuckled while the plane is moving.”
“What are you not understanding? I need to get off this plane. I’m supposed to be on a flight to Tennessee right now. You have to let me off.”
“Ma’am, if you don’t sit down, we’ll be forced to taxi back off the runway and miss our scheduled take-off.”
“That’s what I’m telling you! Stop moving. I’m not supposed to be here.” Then a voice behind me trickles down my spine like ice water.
“Sit down, Faith. This is our flight.” Hunter strides down the aisle with effortless ease as if appearing from thin air. With a butter-would-not-melt smile, a single nod disperses the attendants. His hand grasps my elbow, moving me back to my seat. Before I can form a sentence, he reaches across my thighs, clicking my belt shut with smug satisfaction and devilish charm in his eyes. “I told you today you would be coming with me. You’re mine this weekend, Faith. All. Mine.” He caresses my cheek, brushing an errant hair behind my ear. “Just like you wanted.”
“You had no right to do this.” His gaze sobers. “Hunter, this is a bad idea.”
“I already know this is a terrible idea, but I can’t resist.” With a brush of his lips against my neck, he leaves me wanting more. “Sit back and relax. I need to go back to my seat.”