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Another scotch and soda, Mr Compton?”

On any other day I’d stop at one drink—but not today I hand the flight attendant lass “Leave out the soda this time”

“You got it,” the woht up, on its way”

Her overly cheery tone hits a raw nerve, re me of just how fake much of the past two years of my life has been But then, I let it becos I shouldn’t have, and someone I cared deeply for paid the price

As if that isn’t enough, I’nosis and eoddaets

Looseningto get co a little ive me some much-needed sleep between San Francisco and New York, andon in my mind

Yeah That would be good Anything to stopwild I’hts I’rounded My thu that happens around e, I’m not sure if that’s true I’m not sure it was ever true, and I don’t knohere that leaves me I don’t knoho that makes me

“Scotch straight up”

Inhaling a heavy breath, I turn back to the attendant and accept the drink “Thank you” My gaze touches her badge and I add, “Ms Phillips”

“Call es, and her tone is far waret you?” There’s noe in her attractive features in a completely removed fashion She is pretty, a brunette, which I favor, and well-endowed in all the right places, but she is not what I need And I do need Sex is ht now Not when I don’t have control Never without control

I down lass to Ms Phillips

She arches a delicate brow “Another?”

“Not this time I know ive any more of it away to a bottle of scotch

Ms Phillips’s lips curve seductively “I bet you do,” she purrs “I’ll be around if you need me” She walks away

Turning back to the , I assure ottoo close to my sub when I knew she wantedmyself to think of the wole with the eling I have to get control of myself