Chapter 33: The Mile High Club

I just stare at him. He can't actually be serious.

As he continues looking at me, though, that devilish gleam in his eye never fading, I know he's not just pulling my leg.

"So I guess it doesn't matter that I haven't received my final paycheck?" I ask him.

"Circumstances have changed." There's a flash of pain in his eyes that he quickly suppresses. "And either way, everyone knows that anything that happens at thirty thousand feet doesn't really count."

"Ah," I say. Maybe there's more than one way I can comfort him after all. If Orlando wants to use me to distract himself from his concern over his father, then I won't refuse. And now that the initial shock of his suggestion has worn off, I find myself intrigued by the idea.

I sit back in my seat and sip at my mimosa, trying to look relaxed and nonchalant. I can't believe I'm actually considering this. Orlando's eyes are still on me, sending little frissons of pleasure through me, and I try to keep my blush from spreading down to my