ye, slicing through the haze of sleep like a laser. S

angled around his waist. The events of the previous night crashed over her like

. The

an for sex. A st

are feet hit the cold marble floor. She scavenged the room for her clothes, finding her skirt draped over a chair and

p, one arm flung over his face. He looked

r paying him fifty grand. That was weird, even for her. She dug into he

e Aura Airlines logo. It was the only thing she had that felt remotely real. She placed it on the nightstand, rig

with a soft click. She didn't breathe until she was

unding, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She clutched her boarding pas

" the securi

r chest. Nothing. She opened her purse and dug th

he checked again, pulling the bag open wider,

t on her bedside table, right

I need your airline ID to clea

ered, her face flushing hot.

s face impassive. "You'll have to go to the admin office

oing to get a mark on her record. She pulled out her phone, ready to call her superviso

lding out a small plastic

the card. It was her ID. "Y

ura Airlines logo and asked me to bring it to the staff check-in for the nex

e familiar plastic. It was warm, like it had bee

erned citizen. Have a good flight." He turned

k at her from the plastic. The male prostitute got it.. He knew who she was. Where she work

ght didn't do favors. He did transactions. She slid the ID around her nec