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“Something to drink?” I asked, reiterating the question as I made my way over to the bar. “Feel free to turn me down, but I always like a little something before takeoff. Personally, I’ll be having a little red wine, but you’re more than welcome to white. Or a cocktail if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”
I stepped over to the cocktail bar, glancing over my shoulder to see Emily nervously shift her weight from one foot to the other. God, she was sexy. Even in that simple dress it was impossible to not notice the curves of her hips, the way the fabric clung to her full, round breasts.
“I’m not sure.”
I turned, crossing my arms and leaning back against the bar.
“Oh, you don’t drink? That’s fine, of course. I have non-alcoholic drinks, as well. Quite a few different ones, actually.”
She pursed her lips and right away I could tell what was on her mind.
“It’s not that Idon’tdrink,” she said. “It’s more that…”
“You’veneverdrank.”
Her eyes flashed. “God, am I that easy to read?”
I smiled. “Maybe a little. But it’s more that in my business, you live or die by being able to read people.”
She offered a weak smile in return. “It’s just that my dad, he… keeps me on a short leash. And he’s very strict about my diet, including alcohol.”
“Do me a favor,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Take a look around the plane.”
Though confused, she did as I asked, cocking her head here and there and glancing around.
“I don’t get it. Is there something I’m supposed to be noticing?”
“Do you see your father anywhere?”
She chuckled, shaking her head as she realized what I was getting at.
“No. He’s not here.”
“That’s right; he’s not here. Now, you’re something of a mystery to me, Emily, but I do know your age. You’re twenty-two, more than old enough to have a drink. Now, is there something I can get for you?”
She turned her attention to the bar, licking her lips in anticipation. The sight made me wonder what other things she could do with that tongue and those lips.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to try wine. But I don’t know where to begin.”
I gave the matter a moment’s thought. “How about something sweet? But not too sweet.”
She smiled. “Sure. Sweet sounds like a good place to start.”
“Sweet it is.”
With that, I opened the mini-fridge and took out a half-sized bottle of Moscato. That in hand, I opened it, apopsounding through the compartment. I poured a flute for Emily, and a glass of Pinot Noir for myself. The process done, I walked over to her and handed Emily the flute. As I did, she slipped her bag off her shoulder.
“Can I take that?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed. “Um, no. That’s fine. Thanks, but I’d prefer to keep this close.”
I couldn’t help but wonder about the bag’s contents. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for women to be protective over their purse. But this wasn’t a purse, it was a mid-sized travel bag. Something special was inside, and I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t have a bit of curiosity about it.
“Sparkly,” she said, her eyes on the bubbles, an eager smile on her face.
