"You said you had work. Why are you here? And how did you manage to get this flight? You even know my seat number," I asked, after I adjusted myself to the shock that he put me through a while back.
"Let's just say I used my charm and my money aside from working for it overnight," he answered, smiling sweetly at me and pressing his lips to mine again. He's caressing my cheek with his right hand while speaking.
"What do you mean?" I still can't understand how he did this. Unless he owned the airline, right?
"The son of the owner of this airline is my college buddy. And I tripled the price plus an autograph to the pretty woman who owned this spot," he clarified while pointing to his seat. I arched my eyebrows for his last statement.
"A woman?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Great Sa
