"Bitch."
Edith muttered under her breath, glaring daggers at the flight attendant who’d just strutted off. She even twisted in her seat to watch the woman swaying away like she owned the bloody aisle.
Edith shifted uncomfortably as the attendant pranced back and forth, blatantly throwing glances at Seth. Edith cleared her throat in that very pointed way that screamed oi, back off, but the woman had the cheek to flash Seth a flirty smile anyway.
"What’s wrong, love?"
"Nothing," Edith snapped, folding her arms like a sulky teenager and tapping her foot like it owed her money. She was fuming—boiling, really—at the way the woman had oh-so-casually touched Seth’s arm while offering him a drink.
"Can you, I dunno, do something about these women throwing themselves at you?"
Seth turned towa
