Lexy stared, mouth agape, as Mark helped the older lady gather her belongings. He saw her off with a wave and the movie star smile that Lexy had seen him flash at the club. She knew Mark well enough to know better than to think the smile was real. His eyes held the embers of barely contained fury that Lexy knew she deserved. She never should have snuck out.
"You can't sit here," Lexy insisted. The flight would feel like a century spent in the pits of hell if she had to share it with this guy.
It had been hard enough to walk away from him once, especially after the night of passion they had shared. Now, she would have to do it again.
Fuck. Fuck. Crappola fuck.
"Sure I can."
"I'm sure you're wrong. FAA regulations. I saw it in a movie. They want you to stay in your assigned seat in case we crash. It helps with body identification."
