First message
Flight from Milan to Los Angeles.
When she stepped into first class, Liam was already sitting there with one arm lazily resting on the armrest beside him.
“Please tell me that’s your seat,” he said, nodding toward the window seat next to him.
“Yes. It is,” she answered and moved past him.
She sat down.
Liam watched every movement immediately. The way she adjusted her bag. The turn of her head. The sound of her voice.
Fifteen-hour flight.
Long enough to flirt. Long enough to charm her. Long enough to make her laugh at least twice.
And if things went perfectly, long enough to ruin his own life a little again.