Susan glanced out of the airport windows at the private jet. Her legs shook, and suddenly, Franco Rossi's voice startled her, making her jump in surprise.
"Everything's set. Let's get going," he ordered with his deep, masculine voice.
Susan sighed. She didn't have much of a choice. Looking around and thinking about her father, she nodded. She walked, almost dragging her feet, next to Franco. They passed the platforms and reached the runway. A friendly flight attendant welcomed them with a smile.
"Mr. Rossi, welcome. Everything's just as you ordered," the flight attendant whispered.
"Thanks," he replied with a seductive smile.
Susan cleared her throat, making her presence known. The flight attendant's smile vanished as she guided them to their seats. Susan observed the luxury of the je
