"Yes," her muffled reply came.
She heard a frustrated sigh. "Unless you want a broken nose, I suggest you take your seat."
She turned to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Do you generally place your face against the window during takeoff?" There was a slight smirk on his lips.
"My face wasn't against the window," she gritted out.
"Really?" He looked doubtful. "Take your seat."
She huffed like a child as she looked away from the window. So damn bossy. She went over to one of those reclining seats and plopped herself down. Yin Ah was at her side seconds later.
She placed her drink in the cupholder. "Buckle up, Miss Yun."
Qian Meng couldn't help but stare into her ample cleavage as she leaned down. How could she not? It demanded attention.
"You fly a lot, don't you?" she asked, being the queen of small talk. The lack of people was disconcerting. Suddenly, she felt it would be boring flying like this.
