“You’re on seven.”
“Right,” she muttered and started motoring.
He watched her go.
More accurately, he watched her ass as she went.
Okay, he’d give friendly a try.
“Not a carry-on person?”he asked, falling into step besideher.
She was tall-ish.Maybe five six.Five seven.
And something the photo didn’t share, she was curvy as fuck.
Carolyn was tall too, but reed thin, no tits, but even hehad to admit she had a great ass.
Georgiana had it all.Tits.Ass.Thighs.A belly.
She was Ashley Graham and then some.
And just as fuckable.
Fuck him.
“I like to shampoo my hair, and sadly, I can’t shake mydedication to mascara and foundation.Too many liquids to get throughsecurity,” she said to the space in front of her, like she was talking to air,and he didn’t exist.“And Idetestall those jerks who cram all theircrap in the overheads, making boarding last a million years instead of twentyminutes.They act like getting one over on the airlines and not paying to checka bag is akin to their own personal V-E Day.”
Right, well, it wasn’t like he didn’t know she wasopinionated.
He definitely knew that.
And now it was confirmed.
“And when they shove their stuff in the bins over firstclass, and they don’t sit in first class, it makes me want to scream,” sheranted on.“I mean, the folks in first class either pay through the nose forthose seats or travel so much, they have the miles to upgrade and earn aguaranteed section of overhead bin.It isn’t like the flight attendants won’tfind a place for your bag because every other blockhead has taken up all theremaining space.And they’ll use first class if they have it.And a bag checkedat the gate does not spontaneously combust when it’s put in the cargo hold.Butyou didn’t pay for that privilege, and you take it anyway, because you somehowthink it’s your due, so how the world revolves around you, I donotknow.”
Okay then.
He’d given it a shot by asking what he thought was aninnocuous question.
He decided it was quiet from here on out.
“Needless to say,” she carried on even though he’d given herno indication he wanted to hear more, “I’d upgraded once, long flight, likethis one.To New York.I was running late, got to the plane, so I didn’t get toboard at the beginning.I had my laptop bag, which isn’t very big, mind you,and my backpack, and I had to put one in the overhead bin, no way I was goingto check either.The plane wasn’t fully boarded, but some buffoon in the backhad shoved his bag in my bin and the rest of first-class stowage was totallyfull.The guy sitting next to me was already there, saw it and told me.So Ihad to shove my laptop bag in a bin halfway up the plane.It sucked.I had towork on that flight, and it was a nuisance walking back there to get my laptop.Jerk.”
They’d made it to carousel seven, and as they stopped towait, Dutch kept his trap shut in hopes she’d catch his drift and stop bitchingabout shit that did not matter.
He was feeling optimistic about this when she was silent forlong beats.
Unfortunately, this didn’t last.
“Do you not travel?”
He looked down at her.“What?”
She was staring up at him.“Are you not a traveler?”
“I got somewhere to go, I get there on my bike.”
She visibly fought a lip curl before mumbling, “Of course.”
