Page 7 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Four

Aiden

“Are you okay?” I ask Romy.

I feel awful because she’s wedged between myself and another huge man who seems to be pretty wasted.

“I’m fine,” she insists, but I don’t believe her bravado.

I didn’t realize her seat was in the middle when I bought our airline tickets. When we boarded, I immediately offered to switch her, but she insisted that this would be easier since she was smaller.

I don’t think she expected Mr. Two Fisted Shots to be seated next to her.

I’m pretty sure this guy was drunk long before he stepped foot on this plane. The second he sat down, I could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores. I should have known then and there that this guy was going to make an ass out of himself.

I keep watching him out of the corner of my eyes, and he’s eyeing Romy like he’s undressing her in his mind. When the flight attendant comes over to give him the drink he just ordered, his arm reaches across Romy and intentionally grazes her breast.

White-hot rage courses through my veins as I fight every impulse I have to knock this guy’s head off his fucking shoulders. My fingers wrap around the armrest so hard my knuckles turn white.

Romy’s eyes meet mine, and she silently mouths, “It’s fine.”

No, the fuck it’s not.

I try my hardest just to let it go, but when he sets his hand on her thigh and burps in her face before saying, “How about you and I go get a drink when we get out of this tin can?”

That’s it.

I’m about to tell him I think he’s had more than enough to drink, but somehow, I don’t think that would help. He’d probably just start a fight, and after I beat his ass, I’d likely be arrested once we landed.

Instead, I take a different approach.

Taking Romy’s hand in mine, I link my fingers with hers and pray she doesn’t pull away in horror.

She looks at me when I touch her, so I say, “So, baby, what do you want to do when we land?”

Her eyes go wide, but when I give her a subtle wink, she seems to catch on.

“Uhm…I don’t know, babe. What do you want to do?” She asks, trying to play it cool.

I’m not sure if the guy is buying it because his hand is still firmly on her thigh.

Leaning over, I speak in a voice low enough for the two of them to hear but no one else. “Well, I know you wanted to hit the beach, but first, I want to stop by the room. I’m going to make you scream my name for a while before we go swimming. You know I can’t keep my hands off you for very long.”

She licks her lips as her chest heaves up and down at my words. It takes her a minute, but finally, she says, “Can’t wait, baby.”

The good news is that the creeper finally moved his hand and turned back to looking out the window.

The bad news is that I’m pretty positive Romy is completely freaked out. She’s probably going to sue me for sexual harassment.

She seems to go with the flow, though, as she moves a little closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. She gets comfortable and starts to doze off.

And to my amazement, she stays there the rest of the flight.

When we finally land, I wake her up, and she looks utterly mortified.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Not a problem,” I assure her. “Let’s just get out of here.”

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