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“Maybe you’re just talking out your ass to piss me off.” I jabbed a finger into his chest. “Make the fucking flight.”
He tipped his head back, tugging the cigar out of his mouth as he grinned at me. “You’re worried about the little lady.”
“She’s not one of us,” I growled. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“Relax. I had plenty to drink this morning. Not an ounce of butterflies in my stomach. I’ve got this.”
“Drinking is not part of the job!”
“It is in my case. You’re so tense,” he frowned. “Have you gotten laid yet?”
“I’ve been too busy getting attacked by cats,” I muttered.
“Well…you should do something about that,” he said, pointing his cigar at me. “You know, this is just another job. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
My nostrils flared in annoyance at his words. “You just fucking had to say it.”
“Because I’m not superstitious like you,” he chuckled. “Come on. What’s the worst that can happen?”
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DAPHNE
I scrolled through the article,finding it absolutely fascinating. Ashera cats were not exactly a thoroughly vetted breed. In fact, there was no real documentation on them that proved they were worth over a hundred thousand dollars a piece.
“It says that they’re a cross-breed between an African Serval, an Asian Leopard, and a domestic cat.”
“And?” Bradley asked, looking rather annoyed.
“Well, that’s just what they say. Usually, with rare breeds, there’s a ton of documentation and testing. In fact, the company that started this breed closed over ten years ago. How is anyone supposed to really know what these animals are?”
“That’s not for us to worry about,” he grumbled, shifting in his seat. “I need the aisle.”
“What?”
“The aisle. I always sit in the aisle,” he grumbled.
“You’ve been sitting up front the entire flight.”
“And now I’m here. I need to be able to escape.”
I snorted in amusement. “Right, so you can get out before your wife.”
He slowly turned and scowled at me, sending chills down my spine with just that one look. Damn, he was sexy. Those big brown eyes darkened to a level that made my pussy clench with need, and the way his hair flopped down over his forehead nearly had me reaching up to run my fingers through it. But I knew he would not appreciate that. Not when he was trying to prove a point with this hot, sexy, scowling look.
It would probably help if I looked properly chastised instead of like I was about to jump his bones, but I couldn’t force my face to do what my brain said it needed to.
“I sit on the outside so I can jump into action if there’s a problem. My job is to protect you and ensure your safety. You’re my wife, and I take that responsibility very seriously. I would never let anything happen to you, and that includes not being prepared if something were to go wrong on the plane. And in order to do my job, I need to be on the outside,” he pointed to the other side of me. “Trust me, there is nothing I want more than your comfort, but this is one area I will not yield.”
Ovaries. Explode. I withered and died right there, melting into a puddle of warm-fuzzy glue. No, none of that made sense, but my brain was literally fritzing, unsure of how to function after a man—my husband—just made a statement that was so damn sexy and pornographic that I didn’t know what else to do but mutter something incoherent as I continued to stare at him.
“Are you going to move?” he growled.
I nodded, still staring at him and probably drooling. But I managed to unclip my buckle and stand on shaky knees. He bodily moved me and sat down, taking my belt and latching it since I seemed to lack the ability to do so on my own.
“Now, what were you saying?”
He gave me his full attention, but all I could do was stare at those full lips that I longed to have pressed against mine. God, I really needed to get laid. And he was my husband, so it was bound to happen eventually. If the cats ever stopped attacking him.
