He leaned back in his seat on his private plane and stared at the amber liquid in the tumbler on his tray. Turbulence was bouncing the alcohol around, sending the strong aroma into the air. He wasn’t tempted to take a drink. He didn’t drink, it was just that his flight attendant had heard about the disaster and assumed he might be in need. He looked across the wide aisle at Clara, who was, sitting on a leather love seat in the living-room-style plane cabin, staring fixedly at her touch-screen phone. “Good book?” he asked. Her head snapped up. “How did you know I was reading?” “Because you always read.” “Books make better company than surly bosses.” “Do they make better company than bitchy employees? If so, perhaps I should read more.” She looked at him, her expression bland. “I wouldn’t know.” “No. You wouldn’t. Look, I gave you what you asked for.” “After a big ugly fight.” “Because I don’t want to lose you.” A strange expression flashed in her brown eyes.
What do You think about One Night In Paradise (2012)?
