The first-class cabin was quiet and most passengers were asleep. But in seat 2A, Damien Cross remained fully awake. At 38, the tech billionaire commanded attention without trying. Sharp jaw, dark hair, and an aura of effortless dominance that made people instinctively obey.
He had been watching her since boarding.
Lila Voss moved gracefully down in her navy uniform hugging her round ass. She was 26, one of the most requested attendants on this route, and tonight she felt his eyes on her like a physical touch.
Every time she passed his seat to serve drinks or check on passengers, their gazes lingered. When she leaned over to refill his whiskey, her blouse dipped just enough to reveal her cleavage. Damien’s fingers brushed hers deliberately as he took the glass.
“Thank you, Lila,” he sai
