Page 3 of Billionaire Temptations

“Are you okay?” He lightly took hold of my arm.

“Not really. I just need to use the bathroom, please.”

“Sure.” He stepped out of the way.

I shut the door and stood against the sink. First Parsons, and now the guy from last night? I took in a long, deep breath as I tried to rationalize the situation. This wasn’t the end of the world. I would talk to the financial department tomorrow and clear everything up. Max was standing there when I opened the door, waiting for me.

“Why are you still standing there?” I asked with irritation. He was the last person I wanted to deal with.

“I was making sure you were okay. You looked like you had tears in your eyes. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.” I walked away, and he followed behind.

I sat down in my seat and looked out the window.

“Hey, buddy, how would you like my seat in first class?” Max said to the guy sitting next to me.

“Dude, are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s seat 2A. If you don’t mind, I would like to sit next to my friend here.”

“Sure. I don’t mind at all. Thanks.” He got up from the seat, and Max sat down.

“Really? Did you just give up your first-class seat to sit here? Are you crazy or something?”

“Maybe I am.” He smiled.

Damn. His smile was just as sexy as it was last night. In fact,hewas just as sexy as last night. Thank God I didn’t sleep with him. What were the chances he would be on the same plane as me? I needed a drink, and I needed one badly. The flight attendant walked by, and I stopped her.

“Excuse me, can I please get a glass of red wine?”

“Sure. There’s a charge for the alcoholic beverages.”

“Fine.”

“Drinking already?” he asked.

I looked over at him and sighed. I didn’t need this shit right now.

“Can you please just go back to your seat and leave me alone? I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.”

“Sorry, but I gave my seat up. Looks like you’re stuck with me for the duration of the flight. By the way, are you traveling home?”

“No.” I turned my head and looked out the window.

The flight attendant walked over and handed me my glass of wine. Before I knew it, Max reached into his pocket, pulled out some money, and handed it to her.

“It’s on me.”

“Do you always habitually buy drinks for women on a plane?”

“No. Do you ever say, ‘thank you’?”

I sighed. “Thank you, and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst life possible right now.” The sip of wine I intended to take turned into downing half the glass.

“I could tell something was wrong. Listen, I’m sorry for imposing on you. I’ll just sit here and listen to some music, and I won’t bother you again.”

Now I felt like a complete bitch. It wasn’t his fault that Parsons took back my loan.

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