She struts down the broad aisle of the luxurious private jet we’re currently on. Her hips sway withevery step, and I can’t help think she picked her clothes this morning for this purpose exactly.
“Something wrong?” Isaak asks, giving me an amused smile.
I settle for rolling my eyes at him. “No. Nothing.” My voice is salty and bitter. I know. I’m incomplete and total b***h mode right now, but I can’t seem to turn it off.
“You want me to speak to her?”
Marissa heads back down the aisle towards us. She’s got a bottle of Avion water on a silver tray andtwo tall crystal glasses.
“Here you go, sir,” she says, her eyes glossing over me before they settle on Isaak. “Would you likeanything else?”
“It’s a little cold in here,” I interrupt. “Can I get a blanket, please?”
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