I boarded the flight already half-hard.
It wasn’t nerves or excitement or some pathetic hope for adventure. I was just tired of pretending I didn’t want someone to ruin me.
Business class was overbooked, so they bumped me to first. Lucky me. I slid into the leather seat with all the nonchalance I could muster, though I knew I didn’t belong here. I wore it like a skin too tight: the sharp blazer, the polished shoes, the unread email from a man I should’ve blocked months ago.
Then I saw him.
The flight attendant.
Tall, lean, dark-haired, and dangerous in the way a wolf looks when it’s not hungry yet. His uniform hugged his body like it had been tailored just to f**k with people like me. Pressed shirt tucked tight, sleeves rolled just enough to show veins, and that smirk. That cocky, kno
