Page 29 of The Plus One Contract

She sucks her bottom lips into her mouth before she asks, “So, what’s your move?”

I sigh, closing my eyes. “No idea.”

There’s a pause.

For the first time since we boarded this flight, Sienna goes silent.

It’s unsettling.

Her champagne flute sits empty on her tray table, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, she’s looking around the cabin, her fingers idly tracing the rim of the glass, eyes everywhere but on me.

I can practically see the cogs turning in that pretty little head of hers.

Something’s coming.

I can feel it.

“Nathan,” she says sweetly.

Too sweetly.

That tone is dangerous.

I immediately sit up straighter. “What?”

She turns her head, giving me an expression that clearly says,Are you really that slow?

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asks, like she’s been waiting for me to catch up.

I just stare at her. “Sienna, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know,” she continues, gesturing at me, “you’re all pretty face and sharp suits, but I’d hoped there were some brains in there.”

“Did you just call me stupid?”

She waves a hand. “No. Just slower than expected.”

I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. “Jesus Christ.”

Sienna ignores me, sitting up, fully turning toward me now, her hands moving as she speaks. “Okay,” she starts, rambling immediately, “I know we just met, and honestly, you could be a very well-dressed serial killer for all I know, but I’m going to assume you’re not because, you know, you didn’t kill me last night.”

I lift a brow. “You have zero proof I’m not a serial killer.”

“You’re too clean-cut. Serial killers are always weirdly obsessed with taxidermy or some shit.”

“Good to know I passed the test.”

She grins before getting dead serious. “Nathan.”

I stare at her. “Sienna.”

“This sounds completely crazy, and you should absolutely say no—”

“Great, then I will.”

“But if you think about it, it’s actually kind of genius.”

Scrubbing my hand down my face, I pray for just an ounce of patience. “Spit it out.”

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