Page 203 of The Baby Twist
Sighing, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Marley—strange name for a girl. She was a beautiful woman with long, lean legs who stood about five feet eight inches tall, with long blonde wavy hair, baby blue eyes, supple lips, a great body, and an attitude. But as beautiful as she was to look at, she was a little on the crazy side.
“Here you go.” She handed me my Americano.
I took one sip and stared at her. “This isn’t an Americano. It’s just straight-up black coffee.”
“They don’t do Americanos where I went,” she said, setting her carry-on on the floor and sitting down.
“There’s a Starbucks right down there.” I pointed. “Where did you go?”
“Starbucks was too far, and I’m tired.”
“Did Troy keep you up all night? Oh, wait. That’s right. You left and told him not to make it weird.” I chuckled.
“You’re an asshole.” She held out her hand.
“I know. What? Why are you holding out your hand?”
“You owe me six bucks for the coffee.”
“Six dollars? Are you crazy? For this?” I held up my cup.
“I can’t help what these places in the airport charge. I wasn’t going to tell you about it, but since you didn’t have the courtesyto say, ‘Thank you,’ I decided you would pay for your own coffee.”
I pulled out my wallet, thumbed through my stack of bills, and handed her six dollars.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“Attention, passengers. Flight 2710 from Chicago to JFK will start boarding in five minutes.” I heard over the speaker.
“Thank God.” I let out a sigh of relief.
I wanted some peace, and I wasn't getting it with her sitting next to me. But as soon as I boarded the plane, I could finally relax.
“I have to use the restroom before we board,” Marley said, grabbing her carry-on. “I’ll see you on the plane. I’m assuming you’re in first class, also?”
Shit.
“What gave it away?” A smirk crossed my lips.
“The designer suit, your cologne, and your arrogance.” She began to walk away.
“Excuse me?!” I shouted, and she ignored me.
They called first class. I boarded the plane, put my bag in the overhead, sat in my seat, and brought up some articles I wanted to read on my phone.
“Looks like we’re seatmates,” I heard her voice.
Looking up, she stood there and shoved her carry-on into the overhead.
“Great,” I mumbled.
“Did you say something?” She sat down. “Wow. Oh wow! These seats are so comfortable. I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“Nothing.” I let out a sigh.
Chapter Two
Marley
