Page 39 of Billionaire's Desire
“I’ll go with option one, please.”
Hilda smirks a little as she moves towards the table, beginning to set it.
I am lost in my thoughts again when I notice that she is looking at me like she is expecting some type of answer.
Fuck!
“Uhm, sorry Hilda, could you repeat that? I didn’t quite catch what you said?”
Hilda’s eyes sparkle with excitement.
“That’s alright Mr. Cole. I was just letting you know that the table has been set up. Is there anything else you might need?”
My answer is automatic, “No. Thanks.”
I barely have time to realize that the only chance of asking after Maggie is slowly slipping away. By the time I am snapped out of my reverie, Hilda is halfway out of my door.
“Hilda, wait.”
I turn so fast I almost slip.
Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?
I choose the most tactful way of digging for information, a way that would not put her work ethics to question.
Not that there is anything to question.
Fuck.
Hilda is waiting patiently, her hands held in front of her. It is now or never.
“I was just curious…”
There is humor dancing in her eyes, “About what, sir?”
She must sense the truth. She must know that all I care about is Maggie’s whereabouts, but instead of letting me off the hook, she makes me say it.
“About the other stewardess, the one who has been helping me out the last couple of days.”
“You mean, Miss Fieldman?”
Is that her name? I have no idea.
What the fuck?
I have had business meetings a lot less tense than this.
“Maggie, I believe.” I add, pretending to be coy.
“Oh, Maggie? I am afraid she is unavailable tonight.”
What does that mean?
“Is she okay?” I ask, before I can stop myself.
Something like worry passes over her facial expressions. Something is definitely wrong.
“You can tell me…” I urged her.
