hrough the haze of sleep and cheap whiskey like a laser. She groan
es fle
s waist. In a flash, the events of the previous night crashed over her like a bucket of ice water. The
. The
sex. A complete stran
abruptly, her head spinning. As she did, her gaze landed
15
, the sound loud in
less than two hours. If she m
get out o
clothes like a madwoman, finding her skirt draped over a velvet chair and her blouse crumpled near the door. Sh
l clasp popped open. She didn't notice the small plastic card-her airlinerm flung over his face, his dark hair messy against the white pillow. He
bbed her heels and fled, pulling the heavy door shut with a soft click. She di
h a vicious hangover, her swollen, red-rimmed eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. She clutched her
A guard said, his vo
er lanyard. Her han
th
dug through it. Lipstick, wallet,
I
a second," she muttered, pulling the bag open wider. She fra
as g
thinning. "I need your airline ID to clear you thr
face flushing hot. Panic clawed at her chest, mak
s face an impassive wall. "You'll have to go to the admi
shuttle ride away. It would take at least an hour. This w
es. She pulled out her phone, her hands shaking uncontr
Miss Carr?
s jogging up to the checkpoint, slightly out of breath. He was ho
im, then at the c
, lunging forward
this off at the VIP desk. He saw the Aura Airlines logo and told me to run it
und the plastic. It was still warm. "Which gentlem
intimidating. Wearing a custom suit, looked like he owned the airport. He
her chest. She looked down at her own f
le pro
. He had found it, figured out her flight schedule, and per
lars a night didn't do favors. He did transactions. He should have taken th
the guard asked, interrup
sliding the lanyard arou
es on the tarmac outside. She had paid for a night of mindless distraction, buts he,
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