But first, she needed some information, and the hottie was holding out on her.
She stomped into the airplane’s tiny bathroom and tugged on Tristan’s hand, dragging him in after her.
It wassmallin there.
No matter. They didn’t need to tango for him to spill the information she was entitled to.
And dammit, Colleen was going to get that information out of him. She was a resourceful, intelligent woman who could organize an escape from mafia kidnappers, she reminded herself. Nothing was beyond her.
God, that felt weird.
No, she was a sexy woman who had distracted those mafia dorks with her boobs and witty banter. She could use every one of her assets to get whatever she wanted.
And she wanted to get a clear view of their situation from Tristan.
8
Mile High
Tristan
Tristan paused, chewing on his lip. Again, Jian was near the front of the plane and studiously perusing his phone as if he were absorbed in social media posts or whatever.
And the “whatever” that was absorbing him might be the group chat where all Tristan’s friends’ PAs spilled the beans on their employers.Dammit.“Now’s not the time—”
Colleen said, “Youpromised.Spit it out, Twist.”
“Don’t call me Twist. Micah and the guys know I hate it, which is exactly why they do it.”
“Fine,Tristan.Spill it,Tristan.Right the hell now,Tristan.How many organized crime groups are trying to kill you?”
Tristan glanced back at Jian, still sitting on the couch at the front of the plane and well within listening distance. The plane’s engines hummed and vibrated the floor under their feet.
Colleen’s gaze followed his. “Oh my God. Just stop.” She grabbed Tristan by his white oxford shirt and backpedaled, dragging him into the tiny airplane bathroom with her.
The bathroom on the private plane was slightly larger than those on a commercial jet, but Tristan was larger than the average guy, both in height and shoulder width. He pivoted sideways as soon as he saw that she meant to drag him in there with her, but his butt and back pressed against the wall as he wedged himself into the space smaller than an apartment closet. “I don’t think we’re going to fit.”
“Don’t quit on me now. Just scoot sideways a little.”
“I did. I can’t move my foot.”
“Sure you can. Just go that way—”
Tristan crammed himself farther into the tiny bathroom, leaning as he tried to move, but his leading foot had encountered something that wouldn’t budge. “I can’t get any farther in here.”
Colleen shimmied her lithe body, her softness jiggling against Tristan’s torso and thighs.
In a minute, there was going to be substantially less horizontal room between them as his dick grew heavy in his pants, responding to her luscious feminine flesh wiggling against him.
Oh, no.“There isn’t room for both of us in here. Maybe Jian can go to the cockpit for a few minutes.”
“If you just move a little farther.”
It was getting worse. “Or we can talk when we get to Phoenix. We’ll have plenty of time then. Even if I say something you don’t like, you can’t jump out of the plane over the Rocky Mountains somewhere. I don’t even think this plane has parachutes.”
Colleen pressed on the folding door, banging it against his shoulder. “I can almost get it closed. Just a littlemore—”
Yep, there was definitelymoreall right. “We could sit at a table and speak quietly.”
