Page 99 of Mile High Ruin

“Before the first flight.”

“No one.”

“Who gave you the assignment?”

“The agency.”

“Which person?”

“I don’t remember her full name.”

His expression darkens. “You don’t remember.”

“It was a last-minute staffing call. I was barely awake.”

He closes the remaining distance. I step back automatically, but his hand catches my waist.

My breath catches. “Vadim.”

“Who knew you were assigned to my aircraft?”

“The agency, Camille, the crew, presumably whoever handles scheduling⁠—”

“Outside them.”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you tell anyone where you were going?”

“No.”

“Anyone ask?”

“No.”

He pulls me closer, and my robe shifts open slightly between us. His body is hot despite the night air. His cock brushes against the inside of my thigh, and I freeze.

He feels it too. I know because his jaw tightens.

“Who sent you?”

My heart stutters. “What the hell are you accusing me of?”

His hand moves up my back. I can tell he’s fighting whatever he feels for me. His fingers spread against me as though he can’t decide whether to interrogate me or drag me into him. The tip of his cock brushes against my pussy through the narrow opening of the robe, and I gasp.

He’s throbbing. I can feel it.

The sensation is so intimate that it turns the entire situation unreal.

He’s furious with me. And hard.

I’m terrified of what he thinks. And still wet enough that my body notices every movement.

“Answer me.”

“I am answering you.”

“You thought you were subtle with the tracker sewed into the lining of your bag,” he murmurs.