Page 20 of Terms of the Flight

He nodded.

“Alright. What do you like to do?”

“That’s easy. I love to try new food, travel, come across new fragrances, and honestly live life. It’s why I became a flight attendant,” I responded.

“That’s cool. So tell me about your family.”

Although my family is chaotic and they can be annoying, the smile that came to my face would tell a different story. They always showed up when I needed them, and that was all that counted to me. Family was supposed to get on your nerves sometimes.

“They’re everything to me, but they also get on my nerves. I think that’s the best way to describe them. But they’re here whenever I need them. Which is why we can’t be around them too much. They would know this isn’t real.”

Myheir lifted his brow, then leaned back into his chair with a smirk.

“What about all of this wouldn’t they believe?” he asked.

I shot my head back and burst into laughter. I don’t think he knew how crazy all of this sounded.

“There’s no way my family would believe I would leave my flying lifestyle to date a millionaire. Simple as that.”

Now he was laughing, and hard. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms against my chest. I didn’t say anything that damn funny.

“Really?” I asked.

He held his hands up with a smirk.

“You really think I’m a millionaire? Doll, look around. Your average millionaire isn’t chartering a plane this size as regularly as I do.”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole.”

He nodded with a smirk, then picked up his bottle of Fiji to take a sip.

“I’ve heard that a time or two. I hear the reason you think it won’t be believable. Tell me how we can change that.”

“Well, first, relax. Are you always this uptight? And maybe don’t act like you’re the prize instead of me.”

He shrugged his shoulders, then frowned.

I held my hand up to stop him before he said anything.

“Just an observation. No need for us to go back and forth about it.”

Myheir leaned forward with a smirk, then placed his arms against the top of the table.

“You used to running shit, huh?” he asked.

I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek to hold back what I really wanted to say. Because if he really wanted to know, I did, and would with him as well. He came to me, not the other way around.

I shrugged my shoulders in response. “What do you think?”

“Sounds like I’m going to have a time finding out. Now, when we land, I have a few errands I need to run, but I have dinner reservations for us at?—”

I held my hands up to stop him with a laugh.

“I haven’t even signed the contract yet. Who said we were going to dinner? I have plans, sir.”

“Yeah, with me,” he responded confidently.

I chuckled. “Yeah, alright.”