“You don’t owe me anything, Duca— Mr. Simmons.” Even and final. “Decisions were made. Keep the change.”
She bent down to pick her earring up off the floor. I got a full view of an ass I had literally bronzed. We used to be on some real dumb shit, but we were like that. I had missed it more than I let myself admit until approximately right now.
She straightened up and moved toward the door.
“I can’t accept that, Spot.”
Her whole body answered that name before she could stop it. She caught herself fast, but not fast enough. Not for me.
“I’ll be back with breakfast, Mr. Simmons. Enjoy your flight.”
“That’s really how we doing this? You can’t even look at me.”
“Mr. Simmons.” She turned back with her hand on the door frame. “You’re the one who claims to owe me. I don’t owe you a damn thing, not even a look. Let’s just make it through this flight.”
She sauntered off. I rubbed the back of my neck because she was stressing me the fuck out already. She always thought she could beat me at something. I always let her. She was going to find out quickly that wasn’t the case anymore. I hadn’t lost in a long time.
Fifteen minutes later, the breakfast cart showed up at my door. I stood with excitement coursing through me to find another woman named Lydia behind it, not Skye.
She smiled, and I hated to be an asshole, but this wasn’t the Premier Wings experience I wanted.
“Take it back,” I said before she got the cart fully through the door.
Lydia blinked. “Excuse me, Mr. Simmons?”
“No offense to you. I need Skye to bring it herself; you tell her I said that.”
She didn’t ask questions. Just turned the cart around and left. I sat back on the edge of the bed, shaking my head at her. She hadn’t changed a bit.
A knock on the door made me stand. Skye’s jaw was set to hell when she rolled the breakfast cart into the room.
“Nice try, Spot.” I kept my voice low when she got close enough. “Don’t send Lydia in here again. I want you. Are we clear?”
“Crystal. And since when do you get to want anything from me?” She pushed the cart past me into the suite, putting distance between us before she turned around.
“Stop playing with me.”
“I’m not playing. I’m trying to do my job, but you are hindering me from doing that with this cat-and-mouse game.”
“You don’t have to say a word. But I’m going to talk. I fucked up. I know that. I’ll never forgive myself for how shit went down between us, but at the time, I truly believed you wouldn’t have been happy either.”
“Please let me know if you’d like anything else. If you push this call button, I’ll be with you within a minute. We aim to please at Premier Wings.”
“Skye.” I let a little edge into my voice. “Cut the bullshit and look at me.”
Her eyes came up to mine. I took that and held it. Those brown eyes. I had missed them specifically, not just her, those eyes that always looked at me wanting more for me than to just be a Simmons.
I relaxed back against the dresser and gave her a second to catch her breath.
“Skye, please. One dinner.”
“Are you confused about what this is?” She tilted her head and looked at me like I had two heads. “I am at work. It’s just like you to make everything about you.” She paused. “Or what, you wanna chat about the idea that I wasn’t good enough for you. Is that the conversation you want to have, Duke?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. You were never the problem, Skye.”
“Well, getting engaged to Bianca spoke loudly enough.”
“You know that was never real, Skye. It was never supposed to be.”
