The remainder of their flight to Antigua had passed without incident, and there they’d transferred to this plane, big enough only for half a dozen passengers and the pilot, for the short trip to St Thomas island. From here, they would travel by boat to Isla Barada. Max had been quiet on this flight, though whether that was down to the fact he was plotting some further act of humiliation for her or he simply got nervous travelling in a small aircraft she couldn’t say. When they’d disembarked at V.C. Bird International, Darragh had waved them off the plane. ‘See you again,’ he’d murmured to her in among the usual bland words of farewell. If their paths crossed on the return journey, would Max give her permission to fuck him a second time? Part of her hoped he might, though mostly she wanted to keep it as a delicious one-off, just as she had with the guys she’d snared on her clubbing adventures. She glanced around the confines of the cabin as the plane’s wheels made juddering contact with the ground.
