Page 21 of Mistaken Identity
I walked away with the tray and put it into the storage case.
Thirty minutes later, everything was picked up, including the dessert plates, and I had to steel myself to do what I had to do next.
Blockade myself in to get the pilots fed.
It was the worst part of my day.
Rolling the food cart into the space that would block the passengers from using the bathroom, I got on the phone and called to the pilots.
The one that answered, the co-pilot, I actually liked.
His name was Danial Kim. He was a Chinese immigrant and talked all about his life and his hopes and goals, making him easy to like.
His captain, though?
Well, Kory Banks was an utter dickbag.
I couldn’t stand him, and he couldn’t read the damn room.
He always tried to push my boundaries, and every time I had to go on a flight with him, I felt like throwing up the entire time.
Today, likely, would be no different.
Drawing in three calming breaths, I hung up the phone and waited for it to open.
I knew it wouldn’t be Danial coming out, and I was proved right a few seconds later.
“Well, hello there, princess,” Kory drawled.
I had to suppress the urge to vomit.
This was exactly the situation I never wanted to be in, yet I’d willingly put myself into it.
“Please don’t call me that,” I said quietly.
“Oh, sorry. You don’t like being called princess. I forgot,” he lied.
I gritted my teeth and stepped out of the way, allowing Kory to get his own food.
“Oh, lasagna. My favorite,” he cooed, batting his eyes at me. “Did you save me the best one?”
I barely contained the urge to curl my lip at him. “Actually, you can thank the big biker in the front row staring at you right now.”
Thank god for Audric’s attention, because he was the only thing making my skin feel like it wasn’t about to start crawling.
I wasn’t sure how I knew he was staring, but I could somehow feel it in my bones.
Then again, my “Audric Meter” had always been fully functioning.
“Who’s he?” He sounded jealous.
I wasn’t sure why.
Probably, I had a bit of a brain aneurysm, but the words came out of my mouth and even I couldn’t believe them as they spilled forth.
“That’s my boyfriend,” I lied, not believing the words that were slipping from my lips. “His name is Audric.”
The man that I’d knowingly and openly hated for the last how many ever years being my boyfriend? That was almost laughable.
