Chapter 91 First Class Service I

• I boarded the flight already half-hard.
• It wasn’t nerves or excitement or some pathetic hope for adventure. I was just tired of pretending I didn’t want someone to ruin me.
• Business class was overbooked, so they bumped me to first. Lucky me. I slid into the leather seat with all the nonchalance I could muster, though I knew I didn’t belong here. I wore it like a skin too tight: the sharp blazer, the polished shoes, the unread email from a man I should’ve blocked months ago.