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Chapter 34
We were only fifteen minutes into the flight, and already, I was wishing for a parachute.
Or a barf bag.
Across from me, the leggy brunette leaned closer to Zane and practically cooed, "I justloveyour plane."
He gave her a dismissive glance. "It's not mine. It's the company's."
"Oh, stop," she laughed, reaching for his arm. "Youarethe company."
This much was true, but I was in no mood to give her credit. Already, she'd taken seventeen selfies – yes, Iwascounting – and had made so many sexual innuendos, that I was starting to wonder if her dialogue was pulled straight out of a porno.
Right on cue, she pressed her lips to Zane's ear and said in a husky whisper, "Do you think we're a mile high?"
I tensed. The reference was obvious – and pretty darn disturbing, considering that I was sitting directly across from them, facing them no less, in the luxurious seating area.
This was only my fourth flight in my entire life, and it was proving to be the most uncomfortable, in spite of it being my very first on a private jet. Oh sure, the seats were leather, and I had plenty of leg room, but at the moment, I was longing to be crammed in like a sardine with a hundred other poor slobs on their way to some anonymous destination.
At least then, I wouldn't be watching my boss get drooled on – or worse, if things progressed the way she obviously wanted.
As for me, I'd pulled out a paperback and was pretending to read while she continued to seek his attention. The sad thing was, Iwantedto read. It's just that it was difficult to focus on anything when she looked ready to get down and dirty any minute.
Trying to be subtle, I snuck a quick glance at Zane. He looked bored and restless, even as he scrolled through his cell phone, checking messages – or hell, surfing porn for all I knew.
As for his companion, I didn't even know her name, mostly because Zane hadn't bothered to introduce us, and my own initial attempts at friendliness were either rebuffed or ignored as the brunette turned all of her charm on the billionaire sitting next to her.
The only saving grace was that I wasn't the only other passenger on the flight. Sitting next to me was the same blond guy who'd been sticking up for Paisley in the lobby.
This might've given me someone to talk to, if it weren't for the fact that he was obviously still miffed about the whole Paisley thing. Oh sure, he'd briefly introduced himself, giving his name as Theodore without mentioning a last name at all. But then, immediately afterward, he'd settled into a quiet sulk and said nothing to anyone.
From the look on his face, he hated us all – probably, me in particular, since I was apparently the ho-bag who screwed her roommate's boyfriend and made her cry.
Yup, I was a monster.
Across from me, the brunette gripped Zane's knee and said, "You're so tense. Should I rub your shoulders?" And yet, it wasn't a shoulder she had her eye on.
Zane didn't even look. "No."
Her hand moved higher on his thigh. "Something else then?"
Zane was still scrolling. "No."
Her hand inched a fraction higher. "Are you sure?"
He pulled his gaze from his phone and gave her a long, cold look. After an awkward pause, she pulled back and asked, "What's wrong? You weren't tense last night." She gave a throaty laugh. "Even if youwerestiff."
Well, that was lovely to know.
Zane told her, "If you wanna fuck someone, try him."
She drew back. "What?"
Zane flicked his head toward the guy sitting next to me. "Looks like he could use it."
The brunette gave a huff. "I don't wanthim."
"And I don't want you," Zane said. "So try someone else, or keep your clothes on."
