Page 15 of Property of Fox

The captain's voice crackles over the loudspeaker, signaling our clearance for takeoff. As the engines roar to life, the plane steadily accelerates down the runway, building momentum before gracefully lifting off into the open skies. As the plane climbs higher, I can’t help but shift my gaze back to the flight attendant, who is blissfully unaware of my torment as she preps her cart for service. There’s something about her that has me intrigued despite my earlier reservations. My cocky nature insists I at least give it a shot.

I lean back in my seat, casting a sideways glance at Hallie and Azrael. They’re both snoring like baby bears hibernating for winter. It’s slightly annoying to see them so cozy while I’m alone in my thoughts. Good thing I have the flight attendant to keep me awake.

“Alright, Fox,” I mutter under my breath, “time to get your dessert.”

I push myself up a little straighter and try to catch the flight attendant’s eye as she moves about the cabin taking drink orders. At first, she’s focused on her tasks, but then she glances over and offers a quick smile before moving on, I take it as a win.

I can feel the thrill of pursuit ignite in my veins. It’s been a while since I’ve had to turn on the charm. My mind races, conjuring up all the lines that usually work like magic.

“Drink, sir?”

“What would you suggest, darling? I’m normally a whiskey guy”

She pauses, turning towards me with that same playful glint in her eye as before. “Depends on how much fun you want to have during your flight.”

“Fun is what I do best,” I reply, flashing her my most irresistible grin, the one that has made many hearts race.

“Is that so?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself? Is this your last leg?”

“It might be.”

“How about you bring me a whiskey now, and then we can grab a drink when we land. You’re more than welcome to spend your layover at my hotel.”

“You think it’s that easy to win me over, huh?” she says, folding her arms with playful defiance.

“You’re smiling at me so I think it’s working.” I lean forward enough that my fingers brush against her hosed covered thigh. “How about it? You, me, a couple of drinks, and we see where the night goes.”

The flight attendant leans in closer. The fruity scent of her perfume filling my nose. “As flattering as it is, I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

“I don’t see him around.”

The flight attendant stifles a laugh. “He sees you.” I turn my head to look where she’s pointing, and sure enough, there’s a mountain of a man glaring at me as if I just insulted his mother. He’s built like a brick wall, tattooed arms crossed over his chest, and scowling like I’m the very reason the airline runs out of peanuts.

“Oh shit,” I mutter to myself.

“He gets that reaction a lot. Especially when he’s bulking for his next UFC fight. I could introduce you to him. Maybe he would like that drink when we land.”

“Consider it cancelled.”

“Thought you might say that. Still want that whiskey?

“Two, please,” I force out. “Maybe a body bag if you have one stashed around.”

“I’ll check on that for you.” She brushes past me, throwing a look over her shoulder as her ass brushes against my shoulder.

I glance sideways at Hallie and Azrael, still lost in their dreams, and mutter to myself, “Way to make it awkward, asshole.”

“Here’s your whiskey, sir,” a deep male voice calls out, pulling my attention back to the aisleway. I peer up, spying that big motherfucker who had been hate glaring at me standing above me twirling a set of handcuffs in his hand.

“That doesn’t look like a whiskey,” I remark with a sigh.

“Let me guess, you heard the entire conversation.”

“Correct.”

“And, judging by the handcuffs, you’re a federal air marshal.”

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