Chapter Forty Five

We commence the trip shortly before 1pm. I offer the air hostess a lovely smile as she offers me a drink. Nervousness roils in my belly. I doubt it'd be a good idea to take anything at this point. She turns to Alex who's sprawled in front of him and offers him a drink too. Now I know they are all smiley and friendly but I'd be damned if I didn't see the extra cheesiness that came with her smile as she faces Alex. My blood hums in my veins and I pretend to continue reading my magazine, hoping my eyes can't be seen through the impossibly dark sunshades I'd chosen for the occasion. Alex wants one and she bends over sensually as she pours into his glass. What the hell does she think she's doing? This is a jet, not a damn suburban club. Finally, she deems her act enough and walks away, a slight exaggeration present in the sway of her hips. I'm pretty sure she hadn't been walking like that when we first started the trip. My mouth tightens in distaste as I drop the magazine and reach for my