Page 278 of The Heart You Kept

Their eyes all come to me. “Are you serious?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright, this is going too far. Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Prescott?”

ALORA

“Good morning, Mr. Prescott.”

“Good morning,” he replies as he climbs out of the car and onto the tarmac.

He holds his hand out for me. “Come, my love.”

My love.

Edward is in his customary perfectly fitted suit; his back is ramrod straight and power oozes out of his every cell. Just the sight of him makes me weak at the knees.

Seriously…this man.

People run and rush around to move the luggage from the car to the plane. “Watch your step.” Edward calmly holds my hand to lead me up the stairs.

It’s funny, I don’t see much of Edward with or around his guards. They are either alone with me or leaving us alone. Though this week since the whole Isadora saga they’ve been around more and it’s quite comical how different they are around him. Everybody is on high alert as if he’s about to blow at any moment.

Is he really that much of a tyrant?

Somehow seeing him in all his bossy, dominant glory just makes him even more delicious.

The captain and flight attendants stand at the top of the stairs. “Good morning, Mr. Prescott.” The captain smiles.

“Good morning.” Edward shakes his hand, he smiles to the flight attendants. “Hello.”

“You remember Alora.”

“Yes, hello.” Everyone politely smiles.

Hmm, it’s the same crew as last time. Do they work full-time for him? What happens when he’s not flying anywhere…. Do they just sit around waiting for the call-up?

God, this man has more money than sense.

He leads me by the hand up the aisle and I take a seat; he puts my purse in the overhead and fusses around.

“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?”

“I’ll have a fresh juice, please.” He looks over to me. “Would you like anything?”

“I’ll have champagne, please.”

Amusement flashes across his face. “It’s 8 a.m.”

“Yes, I know, but I decided whenever I get on this plane that it’s time for celebration.” I click in my seat belt.

The flight attendant tries to hide her smile and fails miserably.

“Am I right?” I say to her.

“I would have to agree.” She smiles.

Edward gets his laptop, sits down beside me, and opens it up. “I have to work for a while, sweetheart.” He slides his hand up my thigh as his eyes stay on the computer.