Page 61 of Scarlett Thief (Criminal Underground 2)

Hadrian flashed me a knowing look and nodded before smirking. “Take your time.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to the attendant as she readied drinks at the refreshment stand. It appeared as if whatever she was doing previously was complete because the hatch had been sealed shut.

"What's back there?" I gestured to the doors toward the back of the cabin.

Marie glanced up. "There's a bedroom back there, sir," she replied. "For your convenience, of course, as well as a small lavatory."

"I'd like to use it," I said. "I don't require a drink."

Her eyes widened at my tone at the same time that Scarlett's head came up. Marie nodded. "Of course, sir," she said. I smirked as Scarlett narrowed her eyes on me.

"I'll be back," I told her, placing a hand on the top of her head, loving the feel of her hair on my skin—no matter where it was. "Behave."

She stuck her tongue out at me as I stepped away and released her. "I'd put that back if I were you, baby," I called over my shoulder. "Unless you plan to use it on my cock."

If she said anything in response, I didn't hear. The second I was in the bedroom, with the door shut behind me, I stepped toward the bed that dominated the space and lifted the phone back to my ear. "Speak," I said, and waited for what would hopefully be good news.

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