Misguided Vows: Chapter 5

Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. That was me a few moments ago in the bathroom, with a certain pretty little brunette who has the most gorgeous fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen. That and her scathing tongue just gets me excited for all different types of reasons.

Did I plan to go in there to finger fuck her? Probably, yes. Hell, I’ll fuck her in our seats if she’ll let me, airline be damned. Watching her break apart into a million pieces all over my hand was more rewarding than I thought it would be. I just wanted to one-up her, maybe fluster her a little. But this… this is so much more rewarding, and only scratched the surface of my curiosity more, which is exactly why I walked straight back out.

That, and I’m certain she’s about to give me an earful considering I branded her so perfectly. I wonder how loud she might yell and how many people she’ll wake when she loses her shit at me. I can’t help the shit-eating grin as I notice her walking back to her seat.

She ruffles the curtains behind her, and when I turn to face her, she pins me with a glare. Her hair, which was up in a ponytail before, now covers her shoulders, and most likely purposefully, her neck.

Her stare has a lethal edge to it as she takes her seat. She hasn’t said anything, and I’m certain that’s her way of punishing me. She picks up her tablet and tries to ignore me, but when she glances back up, I just can’t help myself. I know I do it to stir her up. I lift my fingers that were inside of her and put them in my mouth.

Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush pink. I pull my fingers out and lean toward her. “I wonder how pink I can make your other cheeks,” I say quietly, and I’m sure she’s about to snap the tablet she’s holding in half.

“You left a fucking hickey on my neck,” she seethes, and looks around when she realizes her whisper wasn’t so quiet.

I place a hand over my heart. “I also made you come all over my hand. I thought it was a descent trade.”

I see the pulse in her temple throb and try not to laugh.

“You can stop staring now,” she says, pretending to be busy with her tablet.

“So, should we get a hotel when we land?” I waggle my brows at her, then check my wristwatch until I realize it’s not there.

“No fucking way.” She scoffs. “I had a moment of misguided judgment. It won’t happen again.” With smug calmness, she opens her palm, and my wristwatch dangles from her fingers. She offers a tight smile. “Don’t ever tell a woman how long she has to come. It lacks in class.”

I roll my tongue in my cheek as she hands the watch over. Very interesting. I hadn’t even noticed her remove it, but then I think about the moment she pressed against my chest and held on to my wrist. Ah. Clever.

She doesn’t seem overly pleased with me as I readjust my watch.

“Who are you? Why are you on the same flight as me? What do you even do for work? Or are you some rich, pompous asshole? I don’t know how you could even be related to Maria. She’s so nice, and you’re so…”

“Striking?”

“Irritating is a better word.”

“Provoking?” I try again.

“Thinks highly of himself.”

“That’s more than one word, milady. Perhaps the word you’re trying to find is self-important. I’ve heard that one as well.”

She exhales a sigh and tries to focus on her tablet again.

I can’t help but piss her off. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy pissing a lot of people off, but doing it to her in particular is entertaining and… something else.

I adjust slightly in my seat so I can twist around and stare at her. “You can say it.” I wink at her. “I have amazing fingers.” I pucker my lips at her. “But my mouth? Oh man, he likes to taste, lingering on the tip of his tongue as he…” I glance pointedly at her skirt, and her legs snap shut.

“You need to stop,” she says in a hushed tone. I shrug and answer her question about my job. It’s not public knowledge what I do for a living, but, for some reason, I have the urge to tell her.

“Hmmm, you can say that my job is to locate people.”

“What, like a bounty hunter?” she asks.

My expression twists. “No, that has no class. Simply stated, I can find anyone when paid the right amount of money. It’s my specialty. You have someone who wants to hide; I will find them,” I tell her. “And I get paid very handsomely to do so.”

“Are you taking the piss? It’s safe to confess that you still play Xbox in your parents’ basement, okay?”

“Taking the piss?” He seems amused by the adopted language I’d picked up in London. “You think my fingers were that good at gameplay?” I ask seriously.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so obnoxious,” she spits.

A smile splits my face. “You can believe whatever you like about my work. But there’s only one way to describe this friction between us.”

“There is no us!” she’s quick to snap, and the woman next to her shushes her. Red streaks her cheeks.

I shake my head at her disapprovingly, trying not to laugh. It only infuriates her further. “Okay, then it’s my hand and your sweet little pussy. That’s all there is to tell.” I lift my hands defensively.

She places the tablet down. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m serious, don’t you dare tell a soul.”

I arrogantly shrug. “Who would listen to me anyway? I’m… irritating and exhausting, wasn’t it?”

“And self-important,” she adds.

“And good with my fingers,” I remind her as I blow her a kiss and then face forward in my seat again. I can feel the heat of her anger radiating behind me as I curve a smile and kick back, feeling much more refreshed.

Pissing people off is my specialty but I very much feel like I’ve found a new toy to torment.