“Thank God,” I am so relieved that she’s being responsible. “That makes things much more pleasant for both of us. No babies to worry about.”
Her face falls just a little, but the waiter comes with her food and our drinks and that changes the mood.
“Thank you.” She gives a big flirty smile to the waiter and I don’t think she even knows she’s done it. “I’m so excited to try this.”
He returns the flirty grin and I believe I may punch him in the face. “It’s so good. I’m a vegan too,” is his sly confession.
Now he’s needs to die.
“Thanks,” I dismiss. “I’m sure it’s delicious. Can I try a bite, chérie?”
She gives me an odd look, but sets out balancing the perfect bite for me, even before she’s taken one of her own.
“Well, enjoy,” the waiter says and looks a bit defeated—good. He may have thought I’m her father, but now he knows.
“Here.” She holds the fork in front of my mouth and I take it since I set myself up for this and surprisingly, it is really good.
“Wow, that’s a shock!” I genuinely like it, very flavorful.
“See, being a vegan isn’t so bad,” she coos.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I laugh, but surprisingly it is much better than I ever thought it would be.
“So, do you always get a room on the plane and at the airport?” She's making small talk, clearly a little nervous.
“Well, yes on an overnight flight, but this is an extenuating circumstance because of the weather. What are your plans? How will you get to Rhode Island?”
“Whenever the roads are clear I’m going to get a ride home. I haven’t figured that out. The airline is offering a flight, but they’re saying it might be a few days. I don’t think I can sleep on the floor that long, it’s pretty brutal down there.” She laughs like she’s not talking to a billionaire who could take care of her so she wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor—ever.
“Well, let’s see how tomorrow goes,” I say, not wanting to think about another goodbye just yet.
Chapter Seven
Juliet
I finish my meal still disbelieving that I’m actually seeing Marcel again. The vegan duck is to die for and I love just being with him. He has a sexy, powerful energy that’s hard to resist.
Truthfully, I didn’t think about birth control when we had sex. I am so stupid. I’ve never wanted to take hormones or needed birth control so I was hoping to use a condom or the pull-out method. Since Marcel says he isn’t sure he pulled out in time, I might be in trouble, but I’ll never see him again, so he’ll never know if I have his baby. The truth of the matter is what’s done is done. If I’m pregnant I’ll parent our child. If I'm not, I’ll have dodged a bullet. Marcel says he doesn’t want children so he won’t have them: problem solved.
While it's stupid and irresponsible, my family has some money and I can make it work. My Gran would like nothing better than for me to have a kiddo; she’s been waiting for years. So, when I told Marcel it’s not a problem it’s not really, nothisproblem at least.
He brings me to his suite which is magnificent. It isn’t just a room—it’s a page out of an architectural digest magazine with sleek polished wood floors, leather armchairs, and a king-size bed that looks far too inviting. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city lights peeking through dark ominous snow clouds and blizzard conditions; it’s treacherous like something out of a nightmare. I set my bag down carefully; afraid I might scuff the perfection of it all.
“Wow, are we still in the airport?” I am astonished by the amount of wealth and privilege Marcel has.
“Yes, this is pretty typical for an airport suite, very run of the mill. You should see the ones in Europe,” he says off handedly like I’ll ever get that opportunity.
Marcel tosses his jacket on the armchair like he owns the place. He flashes me one of his sly, know-it-all grins.
“I forgot to offer my congratulations, Juliet. You’ve officially joined the mile-high club. A club I must admit I’ve been a member of since I was nineteen years old.”
“Wait, you had sex on a plane when you were nineteen?” I flop onto the fancy leather couch with my mouth hanging open.
“Yes, with the ex-witch. It was a very tight fit; we didn’t have a suite. Instead we were in one of the bed chairs in first class, but we were the only ones apart from a sleeping elderly couple.”
He laughs and all I can think of ishow?
“Do I even want to know?” I giggle thinking of how sophisticated we were in a bed in a private room.
