Page 6 of Misguided Vows

He arches an eyebrow. “Did you want me to do something to it?”

“Depends how much longer I have to sit at the same table as you,” I’m quick to reply.

“How quickly can you eat, then?”

Without even looking at the formidable amount of food, I say deadpan, “Impressively so.” I then take a sip of my water.

“I’d rather see that skillset on my cock.”

I choke on the water and splutter it back into the glass. Tears leak down my cheeks as Leon’s and Maria’s attention snap my way.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Maria asks, offering me a napkin, but I wave her away.

The asshole sitting across from me is chuckling, and I can’t even get the words out to bite back at him. “I’m okay,” I gasp out. “Just went down the wrong hole.”

“That’s what she said,” Will says quietly under his breath.

“Will!” Maria snaps.

I’m baffled by Will. For a successful man in what I’m assuming to be his thirties, it catches me off guard. And I don’t think it’s because he’s immature, although that’s what he’s showcasing. He has an aura around him that dictates he’s all sophistication and calculation but it’s as if he purposefully doesn’t want to be taken seriously. Or he’s just really good at pissing everyone around him off. I’m leaning especially toward the later.

“Well, I hope you all enjoy your night. I have to head back to the kitchen,” Leon says amid the awkward tension, excusing himself, then adds for Maria, “I’ll send you a text later, okay?”

“I don’t like him,” Will’s quick to announce before Leon’s even left the table. And I wonder if he purposefully put this crude display on to… deter the man from his sister?

I have my hand over my chest as my breathing settles and Maria’s attention snaps to him. “Can you please just start eating and stay quiet? You agreed you’d be on your best behavior tonight.”

“I’m not hungry. I just came for the show,” he says with a slow smile as he brings the wine to his lips, still looking at me.

This motherfucker is winding me up on purpose. Here I thought it was a personal thing. Turns out he’s just an asshole to everyone. Maria looks furious, and so I begin to scoop pasta onto my plate.

“Well, I, for one, am starving,” I defiantly say, then make a point to ignore Will. Surprisingly, he remains quiet from then on and simply watches us. It’s unnerving, but I remind myself how “grateful” I should be since he got me my next gig.

Lucky for me, I’ll never have to see this asshole again after tonight.

CHAPTER 4

Alina

Itry not to make it obvious that it’s my first time flying in business class, but I’m certain if I have even one piece of hair out place, people will know I’m a fraud. When I first flew to London from Los Angeles I flew economy, and to be honest, I always thought I would. But here I am, with a ticket to New York—business class both ways. And I must confess, I like what I see so far.

Okay, so I may not have been subtle about my excitement since I boarded. Of course, I wanted to experience everything, so the minute they said to board, I was one of the first in line.

“Champagne?” the flight attendant offers me after I’ve gotten settled in my seat.

“No, thank you, water will do.” She hands me a glass before she walks off, and I sit back and watch as others board. I see men in suits, several women with designer bags, and even some kids, take seats in the rows in front of me. Wow. I feel like if I experienced this as a kid, I would never be able to fly economy again.

Someone in a sharp blue suit blocks my view. At first, I’m annoyed, then my gaze drops to his ass. Shit, he has a nice ass. I can definitely get used to business class.

I’m sinking deeper into my seat and looking over the rim of my glass, trying to be subtle, as I scan farther up the man’s body, when he removes his jacket and hands it to the flight attendant. She takes it with a smile, obviously admiring the view from the front, and now I’m curious about that angle too. He has a well-defined back, and even in that blue button-up I can tell he has muscles.Is it me or is it hot in here?Fuck, it’s really been too long since I’ve been with a man if I’m drooling like this. I take a sip of water. When the flight attendant walks away, I’m startled as he speaks.

“Do you stare at all passengers with those fuck-me eyes, milady?” he says and turns to face me.

Water involuntarily sprays out of my mouth and all over him. His blue shirt, which I was just admiring, is now slightly see-through. His blue eyes narrow on me, and as he looks down at his shirt, his gaze twinkles with mischief again.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

This man is bad news.

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