“That’s okay,” I assure him.
“But you will find a sink so you can freshen up before we land.”
“Thank you. This is beautiful.” I look around a moment. “What do people do on planes?” I ask. “Is dinner served? Do I eat here or in that living area?”
“Darling, it’s a private jet. Enjoy it any way you like. Slayer usually shuts himself in his room until we land. Ditto for Mr. Sterling.” His eyes twinkle.
“Would you like to have dinner in the living area with me? Pierre will be serving us today.”
When I nod, his smile widens.
“Follow me up front and have some Champagne.”
With one last glance around “my” space, I trail Milo back to the living room. There a gorgeous man resembling Timothée Chalamet stands holding a bottle of Champagne.
Milo has excellent taste, it seems.
“Pierre, this is Ms. Bismark, Slayer’s girlfriend. Be sure to give her the VIP service.”
“Of course.” He nods. “Excuse me for a moment.”
Pierre heads to the galley, returning with two Champagne glasses and caviar.
“So,” Milo says once we’re settled with bubbles and beluga, “now that the grown-ups are locked away, dish. What’s it really like to snag the Dark Prince?”
I nearly choke. “I didn’t snag anyone. This is just business.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Milo’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow rises. “That hand on your shoulder looked awfully possessive for just business.”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “He was just playing the part.”
“Right,” Milo scoffs. “I’ve been watching Slayer a few years now, and I’ve never seen him touch anyone during an interview.
I don’t know what to say to that.
“If he’s playing a part, he’s doing it well, then.” Milo’s eyes glitter. “You know, the tabloids call him the Dark Prince because of more than just his music.”
“What do you mean?”
“The parties, the scandals, those infamous orgies his soon-to-be ex-wife complained about in court.”
He leans forward conspiratorially. “Though between us, I’ve never seen any evidence of that. Slayer’s more selective than the press makes him out to be.”
My stomach tightens. “I wouldn’t know.”
“No?” Milo eyes me skeptically. “So when you two were photographed leaving that noodle shop?—”
“I didn’t know who he was,” I assure him.
“How refreshing.” He doesn’t sound convinced. “A woman who isn’t chasing Slayer for his money or fame.”
“I’m not chasing him at all. I’m here for a paycheck.”
“Aren’t we all, darling.” Milo sips his Champagne. “Though I will say, I’ve never seen him quite this tense. Usually, he just goes along with Sterling’s publicity stunts. This time, he fought it.”
“He fought having me as his fake girlfriend?” That stings, though there’s no reason it should.
“Don’t take it personally. He’s been in a mood since the divorce proceedings started. Sterling had to threaten to get him on board.”
