Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,32

tray in front of Miss Shaw, whose eyes go wide. I watch as she looks across to see my food. It’s definitely not the slop they serve in the commercial airlines, and I’m talking about First Class.

I unfold my crisp white napkin and place it on my lap.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Bolt?”

“I’m good.”

“I have an unoaked chardonnay on ice.” She licks her lips, playing with the end of her braid.

I hold up my whiskey. “I’m fine.”

“Alright, if you need anything, you’ll let me know?”

I nod.

“Don’t hesitate…anything at all.” She winks at me suggestively.

I ignore her, looking back down at my meal.

I notice she doesn’t ask my PA what she would like. “Anything else for you, Miss Shaw?” I ask. My mouth twitches when I see her with a mouth full of food. Her eyes widen in panic, and she shakes her head. She’s chewing as fast as she can.

I look up at the cabin attendant and shake my head. “That will be all then.” My voice turns gruff. I break eye contact and dig into my own meal.

A minute later, Miss Shaw makes this noise of rapture. It’s deep and throaty and sends a pulse through my cock, which starts to harden up all over again. Last time I checked, I was a grown-ass man. I don’t get hard-ons at the drop of a hat. I try to ignore it. It frustrates me to no end. Makes me want to grind my teeth and pace the aisle. I pull in a deep breath instead.

I glance her way. “Enjoying your food?” I need to remind myself that none of this is her fault.

She nods, licking her lips, which are glistening with fat from the pork belly. I want to lick those lips. All out suck on them. That’s just for starters. There is so much I want to do to this woman.

11

Ashley

Bolt’s eyes have drifted to my mouth. He’s looking at me like…like… I’m not sure I understand this look. He’s frowning hard. His eyes are dark.

I think maybe he’s angry. He seems upset. There’s more in that look, but I can’t put my finger on it. I’m not sure why he would be upset. I must have food on my face. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious. I’m eating like this is my last supper, like an absolute pig. I put down my knife and fork. “Do I have something on my face?” I pick up my napkin and wipe.

It seems to break the spell. “You have a little…” I pull away the napkin, and he nods once. “You got it.”

“Oh, good.” Darn! First, I throw cupcakes at him. Then I can’t function when I see him shirtless, and now I’m smearing my face with food and acting like I’ve never seen the stuff before. I’m going to try to be civilized from here on out. “This is amazing.” I pick up my cutlery and point my fork at what’s left of my food.

“Good. Glad you’re enjoying it.”

“I am. How’s your fish?”

“Excellent.” He takes a sip of his drink.

“Not too dry?” I smile.

“No, it’s just right.” I must say, it looks really good. I’m blown away by the level of cooking and plating. These dishes could be in any fine-dining restaurant. Bolt cuts a piece of fish and puts it into his mouth.

I’m sure he doesn’t want to be disturbed, but it seems I’m going to finish the work he gave me before we land. I’m going to have time on my hands before the end of the flight. I must make sure he doesn’t need me for anything else. “I’m nearly done with the agenda.”

“Perfect. You can print me some copies this afternoon. Ten or twelve should do it. I need them for tomorrow morning’s meeting.”

Copies? Where do I make those? Will the hotel be able to help me? Come to think of it, I don’t even know where we’re going. I’ll need to try to find one of those business centers if the hotel turns out to be a little B&B. That might be a problem since it will be late afternoon or early evening when we get there. Will such a place even be open? Bolt must see the panic written all over my face because his gaze softens. He keeps telling me he’s such an asshole, but I have yet to see evidence of that. “Talk to our assigned Liaison Officer. He or she will be waiting for us when we