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“Oh, just basic suites. They don’t know it’s us, so they’ll upgrade them once we get there.”
“201,” I say.
Again, she looks at me. “201?”
“Yeah, I want room 201.”
Her lips purse in thought as her brow furrows slightly.
“I like to be near the lobby,” I say, hoping that’s enough to quell her curiosity.
“Okay.” Paige scribbles a note on one of her pads. “201 it is, then.”
“Feel free to take that upgrade, though.” I look at the console above our heads. Air conditioning nobs. Call buttons. Fasten seatbelt signs. “No reason you shouldn’t.”
“All right,” she says, briefly clearing her throat. “Anyway, Graham usually likes to dive behind the front desk first while I head down to housekeeping to start random suite checks.” She pauses with a wave of the hand. “But it’s your call. However you want to do it. You’re the boss here.”
I nod. “That sounds good to me.”
“I’ll sit down tonight and confirm the rest of our flights for the week. After New York, it’s just a quickie to Boston and there we’ll stay until Monday. Then, we finish with Miami and Denver but, again, we’ll worry about those when we get there…”
I cringe inside, but I say nothing. Five locations. Six flights between here and home...
Best not to think about it.
A flight attendant appears beside us in the aisle. “Is there anything I can get you two before we take off?” he asks.
Paige looks up. “Just a bottle of water for me. Thank you.”
“I’ll take the same,” I blurt.
He smiles and nods as he walks off. Another flight attendant closes the door at the front of the plane. Only a few minutes left until take-off. I look up at the console again and wait as the plane rumbles. Our attendant returns with two small bottles of water and little plastic cups filled with ice. He sets them down and walks away as quickly as he appeared.
The console dings above as the pilot turns on the fasten seatbelts sign.
Paige notices and quickly reaches for her belt.
She clicks it closed.
She secures it down.
Gotcha.
“So, we had sex,” I say.
Paige gasps, her big eyes opening wide as she looks around. “Oliver?—”
“It was nice. We had a great time.”
She reaches for her seatbelt, but sighs when she realizes she’s trapped. “We said we would not talk about it!” she whispers with bite.
“No, you said we would not talk about it. I tentatively agreed, but if the next two weeks are going to be anything like the last twenty minutes, I’d like to revisit that discussion. Especially now that you can’t get up and walk away from me.”
Her face screws up in frustration. “There’s nothing to discuss,” she says. “Except for the fact that the Botsford Corp employee manual has some very clear rules against... what we did.”
“You mean sex?”
Paige cringes again. “Yes.”
