Maisie
The flight attendant bent over, her breasts in Jericho's face. She had a sweet smile, plump red lips coated in red, her blonde hair strapped tightly to her scalp and her buttons were opened lower than they'd been five minutes ago.
Her Russian was smooth. Her fingers laid on Jericho shoulder as she posed him a question.
"Nyet," he responded.
And then, she moved over to Soren, whose eyes had been glued to his tablet ever since we got into the plane. "Would you like anything else, sir?"
Her ass was in Quinlan's and Mercer's face, and Quinlan had the funniest expression as he stared at it. He looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh.
Our eyes met over the arch of her butt and he winked at me. I glanced sharply out the window, ignoring them.
I was still mad about yesterday. Not mad. Ashamed. Shamed had wrapped around me like a freaking blanket and I couldn't look at Mercer without turning red because all I could hear was my pleas in that changing room.
