She didn’t realise she’d already been chosen.
She’d already been claimed.
I reached forward and adjusted the cufflink at my wrist. Slowly. Deliberately. “You’ll be rewarded for it, Lucia. In time.”
Her throat bobbed, and for a moment she looked away—out the window like there might be an escape at thirty thousand feet.
But there wasn’t.
Not from me.
Chapter 10
Lucia
What the fuck was he harping on about?
Had the pressure of his job finally got to him? Know my place? What, like a dog? Why was he smiling at me? It made him appear handsome in publications, but in real life, it was freaking me out. He’d never smiled once at me, and now he’d graced me with several.
Sheesh, poor Allison. No wonder she was desperate to switch positions with me. I glanced away from my window and hit reply to Allison.
To: Allison Durant
Subject: RE: I’m throwing a party!
Hey, Allison,
When I get back, I owe you an apology. I thought you’d been exaggerating about the Dubois Drama™ production. He’s clearly living on the edge of sanity. Should we set up a GoFundMe for your therapy sessions?
Love, Lucia. X
Lucia Hart
Send Help Trapped With Laurent Dubois
Dubois Enterprises
I placed my phone facedown and chanced a glance his way.
Then did a double-take.
He had his thumb and finger spread out, stroking his jaw like some cartoon villain. But it was his eyes. They were devouring me like a starving man sizing up his last meal.
Had he always been like this?
The captain’s voice crackled through the speakers. I barely registered a word until he confirmed the flight time: an hour and twenty minutes.
I could survive four days of—whatever the fuck this was.
Famous last words.
?? ?? ??
The air conditioning was on, but I could feel the cold sweat. This had to be illegal—or against some kind of workplace rule.
He picked up another slice of cheese and parted his lips.
Had they always been so shapely?
