“You know there’s a private bedroom on this jet, don’t you?”
Um, what was he saying?
That he wanted to have sex? Sex was the last thing on her mind right now!
Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true. A part of her always wanted him. How could she not?
The man was gorgeous. Tall and stern and handsome.
There was no resisting him.
“You want to fool around?” she asked. They hadn’t even taken off yet. The door wasn’t closed.
Urgh.
Had she really had a panic attack before the door had even closed?
“No, I don’t want to fool around.”
Oh. That was disappointing. “Why not?”
“Because I’m going to be too busy spanking your ass,” he growled at her.
“Daddy! Why would you be spanking me?” she asked. “That’s not nice.”
“You just called yourself a wimp. Are you allowed to put yourself down, Faith?”
Drat.
She bit down on her lower lip.
“No, Daddy.”
“That’s right. But this time, I’m feeling lenient, and I know you were still recovering from your panic attack. So I’ll let you get away with a lighter punishment.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Or you could just not punish me.”
He grinned his evil grin. “Now, where would be the fun in that?”
She groaned. He was terrible.
“Faith! I’m so glad you’re here!” Alfie strode into the plane carrying a tray filled with drinks. He looked adorable in his long, bright red coat with white faux-fur trim.
“You are so festive!” she cried. “I love it!”
She had met Alfie several times when he’d visited Cat. He and Cat had become great friends. Alfie was a Little too, like them. He was also the flight attendant for the jet. She’d met him when she’d flown before.
Urgh. Why was she so worried about this flight? Stupid weather.
“Sorry I’m late. I had to pop out and get us some yummy drinks.” He walked over and lifted one up. “This is for you, apeppermint mocha with extra whipped cream. Delish. Mine is a gingerbread cookie, and Ralph is getting a cookies and cream coffee. Hmm, and for Reuben we have . . . ta-da . . . black coffee.”
“Thank you,” Reuben said dryly, taking the offered coffee. “I appreciate you remembering what I like.”
“Well, it’s a tough one to remember. I was tempted to get you hazelnut praline. Sweeten you up a bit.” Alfie winked at him sassily. “Now, are you all right, Faith? I know you get nervous, so I have lots of stuff for us to do. Games, snacks, movies. You name it, I have it.”
“Oh, it seems like I won’t have time for what you had planned, Daddy,” she said innocently as Alfie walked away to give Ralph, the pilot, his drink.
“It will wait,” he told her. “I’m thinking lines once we get to Wishingbone.”
