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“Don’t add anything extra to it,” he barked.
“Leave her alone, mate. Don’t take your bad mood out on her,” the other gentleman said.
“I don’t pay you to tell me what to do, Alan.”
“Yes, you do. I’m your assistant and solicitor. It’s my job to give you advice.”
“So then, advise me on where to find another girlfriend?”
With another whiskey in hand, I brought it over, setting it on the table. Keir continued to study me the entire time. I started to leave. “Stop,” he said.
“Can I get you something else?”
“Perhaps.” His eyes narrowed. “How tall are you?”
“Five foot six.” I stood there feeling like a piece of meat as he slowly perused my body.
“You’re thinner than Margot, and your tits are practically nonexistent, but other than that, you’re about the same size. It could work.”
A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as if the plane were falling. “What could work?”
“You can fill in as my fiancée.”
My mind was spinning. This was the backup plan. Claire would have filled in. She was gorgeous and curvy in all the right places and loved to flirt. Not me. Who did this guy think he was? “I’m, um, I’m afraid I couldn’t do that.” More like Iwouldn’tdo it. “I’m a flight attendant, not a girlfriend.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he said. “Name your price.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have a price.”
“Everyone has a price.”
“Not me,” I said quietly.
“One hundred thousand dollars.”
I almost choked. A hundred thousand dollars. That amount of money was life-changing. But I didn’t know this man, and from what I could tell and Claire’s cryptic warning, he was not to be messed with. I just wanted to go home.
I looked him in the eyes. “I’m not for sale.”
“Well, technically, you work for me.”
“I don’t work for you. I’m just doing a friend a favor.”
“Yes, but you signed a contract.”
My stomach clenched. Claire did have me sign something on her computer, so I could be paid. I never read it, though. I bit my lip.
“I thought so,” Keir looked over at his assistant. “Alan, have HR send me a copy of her contract. What’s your name?”
I swallowed, realizing the predicament I had gotten myself into. I was on a plane with strangers, five men to be exact, and no one but Claire even knew I had agreed to this trip. My family thought I was working on a commercial flight to Mexico. “Where are we going?”
“I believe I asked you a question first,” he said, tapping a well-manicured finger on the table. It echoed the beating of my heart like a stick on a drum.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Where are we going?” I asked again. I was already sure I was fired. I bet no one spoke to this guy like I just did.
“To a business meeting,” he answered coolly.
