KARMA COLADA

Chapter Ten

HOW did one moment of weakness lead to this?

Deep down, Leon knew that giving into those pesky things (or as normal people would call them: emotions) would come back and bite him in the ass.

Guess what?

He was right.

In all thirty years of his life, Leon never heard any woman — or a single human being, for that matter — snore as loudly as Naomi Wu before.

The noise that came out of her mouth as she dozed off on his shoulder was a symphony of groans and moans that perplexed him immensely.

Unfortunately, it also drew the ire of the entire business class section (including the usually-professional flight attendants).

At one point, the elderly couple sitting in front whipped around to give Leon a look so dirty he almost winced.

Almost. Wincing was not in Leon's nature, after all.

Leon glowered at Naomi's sleeping form. Her face looked deceptively serene and innocent thanks to her black feathery lashes and adorable button nose. What a great contrast to the demonic churning that vibrated out of her petite frame.

It was all his fault.

He had felt so sorry for Naomi during their first flight that he offered her Ambien for their second one from Tokyo to Bangkok.

Helping other people was totally out of character for him, but Leon didn't do so selflessly. Naomi was so petrified from the rough turbulence back then, dark orbs manic like a frightened rabbit's, claws nearly crushing his hand from fear, that Leon thought he'd be doing both of them a favor by keeping her nerves in check.

Little did he know, that innocuous little pill would unlock a side of her that no one should have to suffer, least of all him.

Leon shrugged her head off for the hundredth time, left ear ringing from the sheer loudness of her snores. And just like before, Naomi slumped against the window for a split second, granting Leon a much needed reprieve, before ultimately returning and plopping her head back on his shoulder. A drawn-out hum of satisfaction escaped her lips, causing his teeth to gnash in frustration.

Jesus Christ.

He glanced at his wristwatch.

Five hours more of this hell.

"Nosy," he muttered, using a finger to tap the side of her flushed cheek.

He got another deafening snore in reply.

"Nosy," Leon warned again. "Wake up. People are seriously considering jumping out of this plane because of you. Me included."

The hellion stirred, her face contorting into a deep frown. "Layers...I'll peel them...one by one," Naomi mumbled incoherently and he mentally groaned.

Was she having a cooking dream?

That would explain all the inappropriate hums and moans.

Initially, Leon was hoping to get much needed sleep on the plane before they landed in Bangkok, but thanks to Naomi, getting any sleep at all was fast becoming a rather slim possibility.

Leon groaned for real now.

He needed to get away from her, even if just for a while. At present, he couldn't fucking concentrate on his own bloody thoughts.

But where could he go?

Leon's eyes darted everywhere in search of his perfect sanctuary, and then his gaze fixed onto the lavatory in front of the plane. Leon could practically hear a choir of angels singing once he registered the glorious sight.