Page 14 of Captivated By You
He’d grunt. He’d scowl. He’d hum a tune I knew someday would be magical.
But what he didn’t do, for the entire flight after the plane took off, was say a single word to me.
Katie, the single flight attendant who introduced herself to us as soon as we’d boarded the plane, stepped out of her small galley and smiled. “We’ll be landing soon. Is there anything else I can get for either of you?”
Her gaze flicked to Liam and back to me.
“No, thank you. I think he’s fine as well.”
“Oh, he is.” Realizing how unprofessional her statement was, she corrected herself. “Oh. I’m so sorry.” A faint pink colored the apples of her cheeks.
“I understand,” I said, trying to make her feel at ease. “I have the same problem myself.”
“With what?” his deep raspy voice asked. Liam slid into the chair across the table from me and settled his elbows on the edge. “Thinking I’m fine before you can stop yourself?”
Behind him, Katie disappeared into the galley.
I settled back into my seat. If he thought for one second he could ignore me for an entire flight from New York, turn on his charm and I’d drop my panties, he was dead wrong.
Crossing my arms, I did everything I could to ignore my fluttering pulse as his gaze dropped to my chest and lifted slowly. “You’ve ignored me all day.”
“Do you care?”
“I didn’t. I’m pointing out that it’s rude.”
“I’m rarely accused of being polite.”
He stared at me, watching me with an intensity I’d never experienced. I wanted to ask him why he ignored me the whole flight even though I shouldn’t care. He hadn’t been rude. Just quiet.
Why had it bothered me so much? I didn’t care to think about it. The man was famous, drool-worthy, had a panty-dropping smile and I’d been to a concert of his where women literally threw their underwear on stage at his feet.
I hadn’t just given myself to him, I’d sold myself to him.
I shouldn’t care if he ignored me. In fact, the more he ignored me, the easier this year would go, especially considering I had no idea what he wanted from me.
I doubted it was for scintillating conversation and my engaging personality. I was rarely funny, never inappropriate, and born and bred to be proper at all times.
It wasn’t like I had anything to offer him besides my body.
“You haven’t mentioned what you want from me for this year.”
He shrugged, ran a hand through his hair. “To be honest, I hadn’t figured that out yet. Do you know why I went to Infidelity?”
“I have my assumptions.”
He huffed then, a sound that was anything but warm, bordering on icy. “Yeah, well, if you assumed it has anything to do with some twenty-year-old bitch, you’d be right.”
My nose scrunched before I could help it. Men who called women bitches typically weren’t worthy of much.
“What? Did I offend your sensible upbringing by calling her what she is?”
“No.”
“And yet you don’t like me calling some woman you don’t even know a bitch. Do you know what she tried to do to me?”
His voice pierced through the air, sharp as a sword and stole my breath. I recalled what Karen said to me the day before, so assured in her promise I was safe with him.
His rage certainly seemed genuine.
