Chapter 1His Mistress in First Class

I was sitting in first class on my flight home when a blanket suddenly hit my leg, thrown from the seat in front of me.

A flight attendant hurried over and crouched down, her face full of apology:

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Miss Foster says she prefers quiet and can't stand having any noise around her."

"She's willing to add $100 to have you move to economy. Would that work for you?"

I set down my water glass and smiled slightly, throwing the blanket back with force:

"I'll add $101 for her to move instead."

The blanket hit the person in front square in the face. The woman shot up, pointing at me furiously:

"Who do you think you are, refusing my offer? Do you know who I am? My boyfriend Peyton owns this entire airline!"

"Let me make this clear—if you don't move, I'll have the whole airline blacklist you. You'll never set foot on a plane again in your life!"

I raised an eyebrow, amused.

Peyton? Wasn't that my childhood friend I'm engaged to?

So this was the spoiled little homewrecker that Aunt Caroline kept telling me to come back and deal with?

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