CHAPTER 5: MILE HIGH CLUB

EMANUELE'S POV

"Are you positive you don't mind me tagging along?" I ask Kevin.

"It's cool. I already informed my family I am taking a friend home for the weekend."

"I just prefer to be certain. I do not like imposing."

"Trust me, you're not. I'm the one who should ask you if you're sure you want to do this. My family is a little - how do I put it? - CRAZY," he exaggerates, and I laugh, rubbing a finger over my chin. I glue my eyes to the flight attendant who was glaring at me intensely. She has the 'I yearn to fuck your brains out' look. She winks, and I smirk at her while I flex my cheek muscles.

Kevin catches on, his eyes transmit to where the hostess is. She pours wine into the 100-year-old man's flute. The poor man's eyeballs got lost down her cleavage.

With her eyes fixed my way, she pours too much wine, wetting the lap of the old man.

He gasps.

"My apologies, sir. Let me grab you a napkin." She hands him the cloth, and the man cleans his crotch. He isn't upset, it's like he's h