Page 46 of Taming Hawke

Luisa

I sink into the seat beside Hawke, and giggle when I see him rub his hands down his jeans. He’s so cute when he’s nervous. I take hold of his hand, and he turns away from the window to look at me. I’d let him sit next to the window of the plane hoping it would help make the flight a little easier for him, but I’m not so sure it’s working. He’s looking out that window like he wants to jump out of it.

“You okay, babe?” I gently rub my thumb over his, caressing it.

He looks back out the window, and then over to me again, swallowing hard. Of course the pilot chooses that very moment to start the plane’s engines. The loud rumbling as they warm up has Hawke tightening his grip on my hand. “I need a drink.”

“Sure, I’ll get someone for you,” I say giving his hand a squeeze. We’re seated in business class thanks to Quill’s generosity, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to have one in his hand before takeoff. Quill had wanted to treat Jasmine, making sure she was seated in comfy seats for the trip to Tennessee, to make it a pleasant one. The guy’s so cute, really taking care of her like that. Since Jasmine has been pregnant, Quill’s doing everything in his power to make sure she takes it easy. When it comes to Jasmine, money has no meaning to Quill. If it’s going to benefit Jasmine in any way, he’s onto it.

I wave to a stewardess and she walks over to me, smiling. She looks immaculate in her red-and-white uniform, a hat on top of her stunning brunette hair, tied up in a bun with not one piece out of place. Now if that was me, there’s no way I could make my locks stay in a bun like that.

“Can I help you?”

God, her voice even sounds like silk. I don’t miss the way her eyes travel to Hawke as she asks that question. Lucky for her, Hawke doesn’t notice. His eyes are still focused out the window. Her name badge reads Cynthia.

Well, Cynthia, you’re screwing with the wrong girl.

“Yes, please,” I reply, a forced smile on my face. “Can I have a whisky, and an orange juice as well, please?”

“Certainly, and for you sir?” I feel like pulling on that perfect hair of hers with the way she’s undressing Hawke with her eyes.

Hawke looks over to the stewardess, confused.

“Yeah, um, the whisky is for my boyfriend,” I clarify, emphasizing the word so she knows he’s off-limits. Hawke frowns at me, unaware of what the hell’s going on, and I grimace at Cynthia.

“Oh, sorry,” she says sweetly, “I’ll just get that for you.”

“Thank you,” I reply, not holding back the sarcasm in my voice.

“Miss!” Hawke’s sudden shout forces the stewardess to turn around, and her smile widens as she walks back to where we’re seated.

“Yes.”

“Make that a double, please.”

“Not a problem,” she replies with a wink.

I’m going to kill her.

I watch her as she leaves and walks back to the plane’s kitchen area. She’s gorgeous, with long legs, and curves in all the right places.

Stop it, Lu. Hawke chose you.

I turn back to Hawke, to see if he’s also watching her. Nope, his eyes are still on that darn window.

The engines get louder and Hawke sits back in his chair. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Just, breathe, baby,” I coo in his ear, trying to calm him down. He still has my hand in his, and I tilt his face to mine with my other one.

“Open your eyes, Hawke.” He does and I look deep into his baby blues. “Nothing is going to happen. You are safe.” I lean in and kiss him, hoping it’s a good enough diversion.

“Here you are.”

I turn and see Cynthia standing beside me, Hawke’s double shot of whisky and my juice in her hands.

I take them both and hold Hawke’s out to him. “Here you go, drink this.”

Hawke looks down at the glass of whisky in my hand, and in one go grasps it and downs the whole thing.

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