r AA 107 to Paris, her blood running cold. There, in bold bla

pecifically booked this flight. Her flight. And s

ered bribes, even faked a stomach bug. Nothing worked. "Staffing

ature. The cabin was empty except for him. He was sitting in the private suite by the win

went through the safety demo on autopilot, her voic

he wine list. She had a job to do. She would be professional. She would pretend tha

the plush carpet. "Sir, would you care for a bev

up. "Water. Spa

t towels. He took one. She brought the dinner menu. He nodded. It wa

he cart down the aisle, her movements precise. She poured the Bordeaux

dropped out from under her. The plane shuddered, a violent lur

Emilio's lap. It soaked into the light gray fabric of his tailored trousers,

y, sir." She grabbed a napkin, instinc

ion. He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. The mask of indif

e barely a whisper but cutting thr

can bring you a towel

, blocking the aisle. He gestured toward the pri

or sleeping. The curtains around the suite were drawn. She was trapped.

into the bathroom. It was tiny, barely enough room for one person, l

ssed over his chest. He looked down at the s

ating. She was on her knees in front of her boss, in a bathroom on a plane, with a wine stai

. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt

He pulled her to her feet and spun her around, slamming her back

inches from hers. His breath was warm on her cheek. "You thin

she whispered, her voice tre

oice silky and dangerous. "Is

e first night, when she was the one in control. This was a takeover. He pinned her wris

g her head away. "Sto

he night, remember? I'm just delivering the service you paid f