Page 38 of Intense
As we board the jet, Poppy joins Josh, our other resident.
Finn is talking quietly to the pilot at the front.
The pretty flight attendant hands me a glass of champagne.
I grin as I take it and thank her. Turning back to Finn, I hold it up smugly.
“Is the caviar up next?” I ask.
He scowls at me.
My heart races as he excuses himself and strides over. The whole plane falls silent. He takes the drink from my hand and knocks it back in one gulp before turning to the attendant.
As his eyes bore into her, she goes bright red.
“Can you get Dr. Miller a whiskey, please?” he asks.
She nods and rushes off, returning with two glasses of amber liquid.
“Thank you, Amber.”
She chews her lip and bats her lashes.
Apparently, any woman would drop to her knees for this man.
“Better, your highness?” he asks quietly.
“I had no issue with champagne. You are the one who did. Don’t like being called rich boy?” I ask.
He blinks at me. Shit. He’s so hard to read.
“No. I don’t.”
He pulls out the damn notepad again and scribbles something down. I wonder if he’s actually been making notes to fire me this whole time?
“Sit,” he orders, pointing to the two chairs behind us, with a solid gold table in front of them.
All the other seats are taken, except those.
He leans in and goosebumps race across my skin.
“Yes. I’m just as pissed off I have to endure your company for the entirety of this flight,” he whispers.
“It’s fine. Just don’t talk to me, and I’m sure we won’t want to kill each other before we land.” I give him a fake smile and take my seat next to the window.
He sits next to me, his thick thigh brushing mine.
It makes me shift uncomfortably. I pull out my headphones and bring up my audiobook. Can’t beat a bit of alien smut being read to me by a delicious man in my ears.
“Who is that?” he asks.
I turn to look at him.
“Who is who?”
Oh.
He’s looking at the sexy guy on the cover.
