She should have sat across the aisle from him, but that would have been rude since he’d chosen to sit next to her. His nearness was slowly but surely killing her, though. His scent was driving her insane, and she could feel his heat. She took another sip from her glass.
When Lance moved, his arm brushed against hers.
‘Damn it!’ she thought, ‘I can’t move... He would find out what I’m thinking… What his presence is doing to me… There’s no way to escape him’.
But Annalise already knew deep inside that she didn’t really want to escape him.
Just to defuse the tension building up inside her, Annalise thought of suggesting they use the time on the flight to go over her ideas, but she couldn’t bring herself to have business intrude. Besides, Lance was looking so relaxed… Maybe they should tal
