Page 103 of Shade
Do you see that guy sitting next to a woman with the wildest blond hair you’ve probably ever seen? The hot one. Do you see her now?
Well fuck, she’s the only woman in first class, isn’t she?
Whatever. Look over at me now, beside her. I’m slouched toward the window, sunglasses on, earbuds in, ignoring the world around me. Do you think I feel bad about telling her to stop talking?
I do. Maybe I shouldn’t have been mean. But then again, I wasn’t that mean, was I? I’ve certainly been worse. I certainly don’t want to be a dick to her. We will be spending a lot of time together, and the last thing I want is to have her hate me.
About the time I’m going to apologize, or at least talk to her, the only male flight attendant I’ve seen in probably a year approaches us. More importantly, Scarlet.
He leans down to her. “Coffee, tea, or me?”
Is he for fucking real? You’re thinking that, aren’t you?
Beside me, Scarlet snorts, but giggles. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I know, but I got your attention.” He offers a smirk now.
His name is Jonathan. His nametag says so. I wonder how Jonathan feels about a broken jaw? Or maybe a fat lip. I bet I can reach across Scarlet and pop him in the mouth before he even blinks next.
Scarlet giggles again, but seems somewhat caught off guard by Jonathan’s flirting. “Oh, uh—”
Obviously that’s not the right answer, so I answer on her behalf. “No thanks. She doesn’t need anything. Go away.”
Jonathan’s eyes slide in my direction. He clearly has no idea who I am. “I was talking toher.”
Lifting my shades, I glare at him. “Am I not sitting here? How do you know we’re not together?”
“Are you?” he challenges.
Christ, he’s really trying to piss me off, isn’t he?
To my complete surprise, Scarlet waves her hand at me, as if to silently tell me to shut up. “No, we’re not together. I work for him.”
Jonathan doesn’t look at her; instead, he’s focused on me. Let’s just point out, he’s too old for her. I don’t know how old Scarlet is, but this guy’s temples are graying. He’s too old. “Well if you’re not with her, then why can’t I?”
I lean forward, smiling darkly and place my hand on Scarlet’s thigh, my stare intent of Jonathan. “Maybe I’m one of those psychotic motherfuckers who think if I can’t have her, no one can?”
Jonathan tightens his jaw, about the same time Scarlet’s thigh tenses, and he glares at me. You know what, fuck this prick.
I raise my eyebrows. “Why are you still standing here?”
“Excuse me?”
I tighten my hand on Scarlet’s thigh and flick my hand at him. “Walk away.”
Guess who walks away?
Jonathan.
Remarkably enough, Scarlet doesn’t think it’s funny when he walks away. “Don’t be a dick.”
I exhale, lifting my brow and looking sideways at her. “Iwasn’t.” I shrug, my own dick twitching at the sight of her angry with me. It’s a fucking turn on for sure. I make a mental note to piss her off again. “You’remypersonal assistant.” Do you like the way I emphasizemy? “You’re certainly not going to be fucking other guys when you have a job to do, are you?”
Her cheeks flush, but it’s the only giveaway that I’ve gotten to her. She scrunches her face in the most adorable way, blond curls wildly flopping in her face. She stares at me, both disgusted and perplexed. “There’s nothing in my contract that says I can’t have a sex life.”
Her indifference to me has me disarmed and annoyed. Most women are helpless to my advances but this girl, nope. Not one bit.
My pulse quickens and blood rushes to my swollen cock. As soon as the word sex falls from her lips, my cock begs me to grab her head and shove her mouth between my legs. But I don’t. For now, at least. There are still four hours left on the flight, though, so you never really know. “I was actually thirsty.”
