“I think this is a bad idea,” I whispered. “Your mom—”
I stopped, freezing on my words, staring into the jet. It was bigger than the whole servants’ quarters. Luxurious, as I would expect. With hallways leading into more rooms. Multiple televisions, a fucking fireplace.
Grayson plopped down on a couch, turning on the TV, bored as always.
“Sit, Snitch.”
I did.
I looked around the plane. It had freshly cut flowers, multiple couches, and a bar. That was just what I could see.
“Close your mouth,” Gray said.
I did, feeling caught.
Gemma stumbled in a few minutes after us, looking hungover from the night before, her fiancé, Horace, at her heels. The rumble of the plane engine starting up vibrated, but still no Abigail. Gray kicked up his feet, playing some kind of video game.
Abigail barely made it on the plane, her bodyguard Theo with her. Tansy followed after, looking pissed. Well, as mad as Tansy could look.
We lifted off.
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sp; My mind wouldn’t shut up.
I’d be gone from Uncle, and during that time he’d be getting cancer treatment. And what would my uncle think of me if he knew what I was doing?
I swallowed, glancing at Grayson from the corner of my eye. If what we’d done earlier had affected him, he didn’t show it.
Grayson Crowne is the harmless crush you know you can never have. It doesn’t matter if he’s wrong for you in every way, because he’s unobtainable. Rock stars, book boyfriends, and movie villains all fall into the same category.
So what happens when the unobtainable becomes in reach?
How do you deal with that?
How do you stop looking at him?
“I heard you say I love you!” Abigail yelled, pulling me out of my internal monologue. “You can’t trick me on this, Theo.”
Both Gray and I paused, looking in their direction. Was something going on with Abigail and her bodyguard? Gray threw his remote, and it landed on my lap with a thud.
“Okay, this is way more interesting than demolishing eleven-year-olds,” he said, crossing his arms overhead.
The remote vibrated in my lap and kept vibrating. I shifted, but that made it worse, igniting that forbidden and wrong need inside me. I shifted. Did he know? With his arms still over his head, he shot me a clandestine look. Tongue at his canine, eyes hooded. All male satisfaction.
Oh, he knew.
Abigail left.
“Stop, no, come back,” Gray said lazily, and he took the remote from my lap. He ever so slightly squeezed the inside of my thigh. I sucked in a breath, and just like that, I couldn’t think. Remembering the way he touched me. The promise he made. My thighs still vibrating.
Whatever was happening between Abigail and her bodyguard had me hooked. They were on the other side of the plane, whispering furiously.
Abigail brought Theo into Crowne Hall. He was never a servant, but he’d lived in the servants’ quarters with us. He was always just Abigail’s. Then one day he was gone, a bodyguard for Mr. Beryl Crowne.
It had been everyone’s favorite rumor. We all knew Abigail Crowne had no future with some random street orphan, so who was he to her? I swallowed, forcing myself not to look at Gray. Maybe Theo had been nothing at all.
Like me.