“Thank you.”
“Do you like your job?” Hudson asks her.
“Love it. It’s my life,” Molly replies.
“What do you meanit’s your life? Surely you do other things than just work?”
“Not really,” Molly tells him.
“What about dating?” Hudson smirks at me as I walk back past him with Molly’s laptop bag in my hands.
“I don’t really date much. I’ve tried it. Turns out, men are very intimidated by my success. They tend to not like the fact I don’t need them for anything.”
“You just haven’t dated the right men,” I chime in.
“Really? The fact that my net worth is higher than yours wouldn’t bother you if we were dating?”
“Oh, Alfie is allergic to dating. He doesn’t do that.” Hudson laughs and then closes his mouth when I glare at him.
“I wouldn’t care how much money you have. Because there is something I can give you money can’t buy,” I tell her, and when her cheeks turn pink, I know she got my meaning.
“You really are the trifecta,” Hudson says.
“What does that mean?” Molly asks him.
“Smart, beautiful, and wealthy.” He winks at her. My foot kicks out, hitting his shin. “Ow, fuck.” He groans and rubs at his leg.
“Here. The password is: Giuliani-air,” I tell Molly.
“Thank you.” Molly takes out her laptop and opens it. Before long, she’s engrossed by the screen and tapping away at the keyboard.
I’m on my second glass of whiskey, and about to order a third, when one of the pilots walks out of the cockpit.
“Good morning,” he says and then stops. “Molly Olive?”
When she looks up at him, her mouth falls open and then she quickly closes it and straightens her back. “Uh, hi, how are you?” she asks the pilot.
“Good. How have you been? It’s been a while,” he says.
“Good, busy, you know.” Molly shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
I look from her to the pilot and then it registers. That’s the fucking guy she fucked. I think it clicks in Hudson’s mind at the same time, because he’s suddenly standing. Putting himself in front of me.
“You do know your job is to fly the plane, not chat up my brother’s girlfriend, right?” Hudson asks.
“Ah, I wasn’t… That’s not.” The fucker goes a little pale as he looks at Molly. “It was nice seeing you again, Miss Olive,” he says before he hightails it back to the cockpit.
Hudson falls into his seat. “Just remember, we need that guy alive to land the fucking jet.” He points a finger at me.
Without a word, I get up. Walk into the bedroom and slam the door shut. Fuck. My hands grip my hair as I pace the small space of the bedroom. I know she wasn’t a virgin. I know she has a past. I do too. But fuck, I don’t know why it’s bothering me so fucking much knowing that, that asshole has seen her naked. I don’t care. I’m not supposed to care. I’ve never cared about anything like this before. Why the fuck do I care now?
The door opens and Molly walks in, closing it softly behind her. “You shouldn’t be here right now,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not in a good frame of mind, Molly.”
“Because I slept with the pilot once a few years ago?” She tilts her head at me.
