Bride by Design 2: Manchala on the Mind Read Online Free Page A

mind?"
     
    I crossed my arms , shook my head and tried to think of world poverty. Beached whales. The poor environment. Anything but Colin.
     
    It was a relief to finally get to the airport, and we were whisked through at a fast pace. This wasn't the main JFK airport serving commercial flights, but a smaller, private place for the ultra-wealthy who preferred to use their own planes.
     
    I w as le d to Colin's plane - a modest, white jet with a beautiful interior. It was decked out in cream and soft lights, the seats a gorgeous tan leather and the carpet a deep burgundy.
     
    "Why do you ever fly commercial?" I wondered out loud, and Colin grinned.
     
    "All planes need repairs, and mine was being maintained last week - lucky for me."
     
    He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I had to laugh. He was too silly and lighthearted to stay mad at, and I allowed him to lead me to our seats. They were wide, attached side-by-side, and I could tell they lay down flat when needed.
     
    Colin removed the armrest between us, and we did up our seatbelts. I felt a bit awkward sitting that close to him, so I wiggled away to the far end of my seat.
     
    Colin watched me with amusement and waved his arms around as he declared in a broad Irish accent , "Ye can't escape me, wench!"
     
    I giggled helplessly, and allowed him to grab my waist and pull me towards him. He leered at me with exaggerated lecherousness, his face inches from mine, and I laughed at the absurdity of it all.
     
    I wondered if he was going to kiss me, when the stewardess arrived.
     
    She was tall, thin and beautiful, and batted her eyelids at Colin as she asked, "Would you like me to serve anything before takeoff, Mr Anderson?"
     
    Colin let me go and winked at her. "It's Colin, thanks - and yes, we would love some champagne."
     
    She simpered, and the rage bubbled inside me as she walked away, swaying her beautiful hips.
     
    "You need a stewardess just for yourself?" The bitterness was evident in my voice, and I hoped my jealousy wasn't that obvious.
     
    Colin shrugged. "Why not get every luxury you can afford? And having beautiful girls around is nice."
     
    He stroked my neck carelessly, and I flinched and moved away.
     
    I refused my champagne when it arrived, but Colin took his, and I thought he stroked the stewardess's fingers as he took his glass.
     
    He sipped it slowly, and then a light went on overhead.
     
    The b londe stewardess arrived again and said apologetically, "I'm sorry sir, but we're ready to takeoff now."
     
    She leaned forward to take his glass, bending down and revealing most of her voluptuous assets.
     
    As soon as she was gone I glared at Colin and asked, "Get a good eyeful?"
     
    He turned and looked at me appraisingly. I noticed how his eyes had specks of gold in them, and he said, "You're not jealous are you?"
     
    I scoffed. "Of course not."
     
    He started to slide a hand slowly up my inner thigh. "Because if you are, we can fix it, you know."
     
    I pushed his hand away, and crossed my arms. We stayed silent till the plane had taken off, and then the stewardess appeared again.
     
    "Would you like anything to eat or drink, Colin?"
     
    She caressed his name seductively, and completely ignored me.
     
    "No, that's fine. Why don't you go and relax in the cockpit, we can always get to the kitchen ourselves if we change our minds."
     
    Colin's smile was broad, his voice charming and mesmerizing. She smiled and sashayed away.
     
    I wanted to say something, but I was afraid I'd seem petty and jealous. I shrugged internally. So what if Colin wanted other girls? I wasn't with him really, and I didn't plan on being with him.
     
    "Are you sure you're not jealous? Because you're looking at her like you want to rip her eyeballs out."
     
    I gl owered at him. He looked smug and self-satisfied, as if he'd just earned a gold medal for something. "Don't act like you can read my mind. You can't, and I don't care if you want to flirt with