Page 3 of The Last Man on Earth
As I walk, my heels click across the hardwood floors that are polished to a soft sheen. It’s beautiful. My favorite aircraft to fly on.
I fluff the plush pillows, all in muted jewel tones, all newly procured. We’re ready. Everything is perfect, including me.
I got my sew-in last night. Makeup was done three hours ago. My uniform isn’t branded, but it’s the standard teal wrap dress—Echelon Blue, which the company trademarked a few years after I started. My heels are high enough to be sexy and low enough to be comfortable.
There was an odd request at the bottom of Villain’s rider. He demanded that I wear perfume. Usually, it’s the opposite. And since I’m not allowed to turn down reasonable requests from high-level clients, I made sure to douse myself in Burberry Goddess, my signature scent.
My phone buzzes again, and this time, it’s Luca, my boyfriend of three weeks. It’s new, but seeing his name still makes me smile.
Luca
Dinner tomorrow when you get back?
My thumbs are hovering over the screen, ready to answer in the affirmative, when I hear the distinct sound of bass rattling outside on the tarmac.
I glance up in time to see the sleek black limo roll to a stop, it’s dark windows gleaming in the morning sun.
For some reason, my stomach tightens and my throat feels dry.
He’s here.
Chapter 2
Villain
The first thing Inotice when the door of the jet opens is the petite brown-skinned shorty with the smile standing there to welcome me.
It takes me and my boys a minute to pile out of the limo, but that smile stays on the whole time.
I can’t make out her age, but I know she gotta be older than me. Bitches my age just ain’t that classy. She looksnice. She looks cool and collected like she ain’t got a care in the world.
I smirk. Challenge accepted.
“Aye, you see that?” I say to my cousin Crown. “Right there.”
His eyes follow my finger's direction to the fine shit at the top of the steps.
“Nigga, calm yo ass down,” Crown barks, hitting me on the arm. “You bout to jump that broom.”
Oh, yeah.
I be forgetting about that shit sometimes.
“I was just showing you,” I lie. “Maybe you could get at it.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I say that, but then I’m the first one up the steps. The closer I get, the prettier she is.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Ariana,” she purrs. “Welcome aboard. If you’ll keep moving, once we get everybody onboard, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”
“I don’t need much,” I say, my eyes dropping to her lips. Prime dick suckers right there. “Just a little taste, that’s all.”
She doesn’t even blink. “Please keep moving, Mr. Newcastle.”
“Villain,” I correct.
