Chapter 1
I moved with effortless grace down the plane aisle, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor, my hips swaying just enough to make the tailored fabric of my navy-blue uniform cling to the curves of my ass.
The skirt rode high enough to tease, the crisp white blouse stretched along my full breasts, the top two buttons undone, just enough to hint at the lace beneath.
My auburn hair was swept into a sleek chignon, a few deliberate strands framing my face, my eyes scanning the cabin with practised ease.
And then she saw him.
Seated in 1A, his long legs stretched out with the arrogance of a man who owned the world, was Bill Dubois. His dark, wavy hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d just run his fingers through it, and his sharp jawline was dusted with the faintest
