“Do my thing?”Xia’s jaw turned slack as she stared at him.“You want me to...to evaluate every woman you...you...”
“Fuck,” he said with a wide grin.
“Yes, that...and tell you yea or nay?”
“Exactly that.”
“You are completely out of your freaking mind, Master R.I’m here to be a bartender, not to be your personal...your personal...”
“Wife evaluator?”he offered helpfully.
“Exactly that.”With her hands planted on her hips, she was a picture of affront.“With all due respect, Master R...you can go...can go...”
“Fuck myself?”he prodded with a raised eyebrow.
“That too,” she snorted.“I have no intention of following you around and witnessing you in every inconceivable position of...of...”
“Fucking?”
“You seem to have a fascination with that word, so why don’t you go and do just that instead of bothering me with your stupid suggestion?”
“It’s not a suggestion, Ms.Forster.It has just become your inflight job.From this moment, you are no longer a bartender.Your sole function is to help me find the future Mrs.Oliver.”He gestured to the end of the bar.“So, come on.Hop to it, Xia.There’s a lot of fucking to be done.”
“I am not interested in—”
Rex looked at Cooper, who watched them with open amusement.“Master Coop, please inform Ms.Foster that her position has changed and that her services are no longer needed behind the bar.”
Cooper gestured at Rex.“What he said.”
“This is...it’s...it’s just...Ugh!Bubbling bear shit,” she ended in a frustrated mutter.
Rex offered her a stern look.“You have two choices, Xia.Either accept the position as my wife whisperer, or you go back home once we land and lose the income, apart from the couple of hours you worked up to this point.”Rex didn’t feel an iota of guilt.He was enjoying himself too much.How else, those rosy cheeks turned his insides to a jumble of emotions he hadn’t experienced in years.
“That’s blatant blackmail.”
“No, it’s my prerogative as your employer to change your inflight function.”
“Fucking blue bear balls, this totally sucks,” she muttered.
“What was that, Ms.Forster?”Rex planted a pretend frown on his forehead.“I don’t appreciate mumbling.”
“Very well, Master R.I’ll do what you want, but don’t expect me to sugarcoat my evaluations.”
“I’d be insulted if you did.”
“But I am not watching you...watching you...”
“Fucking,” he said once again.
She glowered at him.“Any of those potential Mrs.Olivers.”
“Pity.An onlooker’s point of view could be very valuable.”Rex patted a finger under her chin, effectively closing her gaping mouth.
“Let me know if you change your mind.”
