Kenton POV
The flight to Maine was pleasant but tedious. The woman my assistant had found to entertain me turned out to be a complete bore. Despite her attractiveness, her voice was shrill, her brain mush, and her skills in the bedroom were seriously lacking. Annoyed, I pushed myself off her and rolled out of bed. She groaned in disappointment.
“You’re not done, are you? We’ve got the whole flight,” she whined at my back.
“I’ve got things to do,” I said curtly without looking at her. Rising, I walked to the closet naked and plucked out a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, then dressed and left the room without acknowledging her further. Corrine’s eyes were wide and filled with fear when I exited the sleeping quarters. She scrambled over and cast her gaze to the floor expecting punishmen
