Page 22 of Indulge
She swallows hard, shifting in her seat. But that fire doesn’t go out. It burns right through me.
“You don’t know me, Reggie,” she says quietly.
“No. I don’t. But we’ve got all the time in the world to fix that. Forever’s a long fuckin’ time.”
She scowls as I turn away and pull out my phone.
“Does this thing have Wi-Fi?” she mutters.
“Yes. Drago’ll set you up once we’re in the air.”
“Well, what do you suggest I do until then?”
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Nap. Plot murders in your head. Keep drinking until you pass out. Stare out the window. Sit in silence. Pick one.”
“Great,” she says dryly. “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Sounds thrilling.”
I grunt in response.
Yeah. This is going to be a long flight.
11
BELLA
“Nice place.” I stifle a yawn as Reggie tosses my purse down on the couch.
It’s very… white and grey in here. Clean. Spacious. Upmarket. But cold. Kind of like my husband-to-be, who said all of three words to me on the whole plane journey here after our little spat before take off.
“You approve of this little lad pad?” He mocks.
I roll my eyes and his fists clench. “It is very manly. But, not little, not at all, I’ll give you that.”
“Thanks.”
“Coffee?” he calls out, striding to the huge kitchen.
“Yes please.”
I join him and sit up on the barstool.
“Do you have any caramel syrup?” I ask as he turns on the machine.
He grumbles something under his breath.
“No. I’m sweet enough.”
I can’t hold back my laugh.
“Yeah. I’m sure you’ve been told that plenty in your life.”
He looks back at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes smoldering into me, making me sit up straight.
“Sugar then?” I ask.
“Yeah. How many?”
