He jerked away, but it had to be believable.
So I slid my fingers into his hair and kissed him harder, until his lips parted and I tasted the fire of whiskey.
Until he went pliant.
When I pulled back and smiled at him, he looked lost. And reddened in the cheeks. "Sugar, you're here," I said loud enough for the security to hear me.
They paused, hesitant.
The Russian stared at me like I was mad.
The attendant squinted. "You're together?"
"Well yes," I said in an obnoxious, almost offended tone of a Bratz dolled wife. "All he does is work, work, work. We'll be married in a couple of weeks and he's never around, not even to see his son. I thought I'd surprise him by booking a ticket. This is such a lucky coincidence." I turned to him and gave my best smile. "Don't you think so, sugar?"
"Sugar," he repeated.
The guards flanking him were equally shocked. Ren was giggling and pawing on my cheek. And I pleaded with him with my gaze to just go along with the charade.
