Page 204 of The Baby Twist
“A pillow? They actually give you a pillow in first class?” I grinned, holding it up.
“If you want to call it that,” he said.
“What may I get you to drink before we take off?” The friendly flight attendant smiled at me. “We have coffee, soda, water, cocktails, wine.”
“I’ll have a glass of white wine, please.”
“And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. Listen, Marley. It is Marley?”
“Yes.” I stared into his deep blue eyes.
“As enjoyable as it may be to talk to you, I have some articles I need to read.”
“So, you want me to shut up and not talk to you?”
“Basically.” He looked down at his phone.
The flight attendant walked over and handed us our drinks.
“Thank you.” I sipped my wine. “It’s fine.” I glanced at him. “I’ll leave you alone.”
“I appreciate it,” he spoke.
I wasn’t going to lie. The man sitting in the seat next to mine was out of this world sexy. His six-foot-three stature, draped in a dark blue designer suit, possessed a commanding presence. His short dark hair framed his masculine features, and his piercing blue eyes were enough to catch anyone’s attention. I wanted to reach over and run my fingers along the five o’clock shadow that made him even more handsome. But his arrogance and rudeness spoiled everything about him.
When we were at altitude, I stood up, opened the overhead, and grabbed my iPad from my carry-on.
“Excuse me. You’re blocking the way, and I need to use the bathroom,” Troy spoke with irritation.
“Sorry.” I took my iPad and sat back in my seat.
As I was looking over my notes, Troy stopped at my seat on his way back from the bathroom.
“Can I help you?” I arched my brow, staring up at him.
“If you’re from New York, you didn’t mention that last night,” he spoke nervously.
“You didn’t ask,” I said. “And you told me you lived in Chicago and were only staying in the hotel because your company paid for it when you attended a business conference.”
“Don’t think what happened last night will happen again. Got it?”
“Why are you making this weird?” I cocked my head. “It was one night.”
“We’re strangers, and we never met.” He walked back to his seat.
The man next to me chuckled.
“Will you stop doing that?” I glanced at him.
“You slept with another woman’s man.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Either a wife, girlfriend, or fiancée.”
“That is not true. I specifically asked him if he had a wife or girlfriend. He said no and that he was single.”
He chuckled again. “Do you not know by now that men lie to get what they want?”
“Shit.” I turned and saw him sitting two rows behind me in the aisle seat. Getting up, I walked over to him. “You have a girlfriend or a wife?” I spoke through gritted teeth, reaching down and gripping Troy’s arm.
