Page 58 of In Love and Revenge

She’s head of department at a successful advertising firm. She’s smart and beautiful and can hold a conversation. But the second we stepped on to my private jet, I realised I’d made a grave error. London to Cape Town is more than eleven hours’ flight time. Shespent every available minute informing me of the kind of wedding she’s dreamt of, and asking where I’d want to honeymoon.

Then she started hinting how fun it would be to join the mile high club.

My dick’s lack of reaction told me everything I needed to know.

I won’t be breaking my abstinence anytime soon.

At least, not with her.

‘I don’t know, man. A woman like your date looks like she’d need a ring on her finger if you want to keep hold of her.’ Jenson whistles, admiring Seraphina in a way that should make me want to smack him in the jaw. But I feel nothing.

She approaches, giving me an assessing smile as she stops so close to me that her breasts brush against the front of my shirt.

‘How’s your head?’ she asks, reaching past me and lifting my drink off the bar and bringing it to her lips. She sips it, watching me over the rim.

‘Still pounding,’ I lie.

‘Poor baby,’ she hums, reaching up and cupping my cheek. ‘Maybe you need to go and lie down.’

My shoulders bunch with tension as she leans even closer, pressing the length of her body against mine.

‘Come on. Why don’t we go and get you settled in bed?’

I step back, shrugging off her touch. ‘I’m fine. The fresh air is helping.’

Her eyes narrow and she huffs. ‘You don’t have a headache, do you? Is it to do with that girl?’ She hitches her brows at me impatiently, pressing for an answer.

‘What girl?’ I ask, feigning ignorance.

‘The one you were talking to on the plane?’

‘I told you, I wasn’t talking to anyone.’

My headache might have been fabricated as a means to decline her invitation to join her in the plane’s bedroom for some in-flightentertainment, but I’m being honest when I say I wasn’t talking to anyone. I waswatchingsomeone. A certain blonde who’s dug herself so far under my skin that even six thousand miles isn’t far enough away to stop her hijacking my thoughts.

I could have ignored Seraphina’s constant wedding talk for a good fuck, but my dick didn’t want to know. The moment she went to sleep in the plane’s bedroom, I found myself searching for Aurora’s videos as an experiment.

My dick was hard and leaking before the video reached a play time of ten seconds.

So, it’s official.

I can’t get a hard-on for any other woman.

Only Aurora bloody Thorne.

‘I don’t believe you,’ Seraphina snaps, drawing attention from a few guests close by. ‘Show me your call history.’

‘What?’ I balk at her. ‘I’m not doing that.’

She throws her hands up in the air. ‘Then you’re hiding it because I’m right.’

‘I wasn’t talking to anyone,’ I hiss, hating that she’s turning us into a spectacle.

‘You know, I was warned about you. Rafael Fairfax, the serial bachelor. But I thought I’d give you the benefit of the doubt. You seemed like a decent guy on our dates. I didn’t have you down as a conman, playing me for a fool.’

‘Conman?’ I seethe. ‘I’m not a bloody criminal, Seraphina.’

She purses her lips. ‘Hardly trustworthy, though, are you? If you don’t have anything to hide, you’ll show me your phone.’