Page 37 of A Lot to Unpack
‘Are those to stop you getting a DVT?’ he jokes, nodding towards my over-the-knee boots, as he takes off his own shoes.
‘What? Oh,’ I reply. He’s making fun of me.
‘There are slippers, in there,’ he tells me. ‘PJs too, if you want to make yourself at home.’
‘Thanks,’ I reply.
How will I ever take a regular flight again? Without slippers or PJs. Sounds awful.
‘Is there anything I can do for you?’ I ask him. ‘Anything you need me to look over, check…’
‘I don’t need an assistant, really,’ he insists. ‘But thank you.’
It was never going to be that easy, was it?
‘Well, I’m here if you change your mind,’ I remind him.
It’s only a few seconds before two flight attendants appear out of nowhere and they’re on him like a rash.
‘Can I get you anything, Mr Bill?’ one asks him.
‘Would you like another glass of champagne?’ says the other.
‘I have everything I need right now, thank you,’ he replies, flashing them a winning smile.
Oof. There’s that dangerous charm Paige warned me about. He’s that devastating combination of gorgeous, charming, confident, living his best life – but aren’t they always the ones who are total dogs? Paige made it sound like he would sleep with anyone who batted their eyelashes at him. I need to make sure I keep my eyes still and open – like a shark.
I glance over at him, unable to stop one of my eyebrows from rising. So much for being shark-like.
‘What?’ he asks with a grin.
‘Nothing. You just seem… popular,’ I reply.
‘I am,’ he says, deadly serious. ‘Flight crew love me – I’m a good passenger.’
‘Ohhh, is that it?’ I say.
‘If you need anything, and you want me to ask them for you, give me a shout,’ he jokes. ‘That way you know they’ll say yes.’
‘So, you’re my assistant now, eh?’ I dare to joke.
‘Certainly looks that way,’ he replies. ‘What’s your name, boss?’
‘Liberty,’ I tell him.
‘Like the statue,’ he jokes. ‘I guess you’re going to the right place. I’m Jordan.’
He reaches across the aisle to shake my hand.
‘I know,’ I reply. ‘Just because, you know, you’re my boss.’
Not because your ex-wife made you my mark or anything.
‘Right,’ he says with a laugh. ‘How long have you been at Matcher?’
‘Since that day, actually,’ I reply. ‘So still the new girl.’
He smiles.
