Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(17)

*Angelina's POV*

"Yes, yes...I am glad," he says with an eye roll. He catches me watching him over the rim of my champagne glass and I immediately look away. I hear him chuckle before sighing. "No mom, I am not laughing at you...I am not going to die...no, not saying I love you doesn't mean I hate you. Bye now, bye."

He hangs up the phone with a disgruntled face and I pout at him. "It sounds like she cares."

He shrugged. "It's only for appearances."

"Is that why I am going on this trip with you?" I ask and he frowns at me. "Only for appearances."

I try to keep the hurt out of my voice but I come out unsuccessful. I shouldn't be offended. It's not the first time I have been used purely for appearances. I mean, I am a model after all. Or was one. I dropped it as soon as my mother died and I decided that medical school is for me.

"I'm not my mother," he says as he stands up and comes to sit beside me once again. I move my feet from under me as I lean into him on instinct. He is always warm and it's so automatic for me to curl into him. He grabs my legs which causes me to squeal and put them in his lap. I grip his arm and I am basically on his lap as I lean my head on his bicep and look up at him through my eyelashes. He grins as he pats my knees before his hand comes up to cup my face. "I don't care about appearances to the extent that my mother does. I don't live my life trying my best to please others. Other people don't matter to me. Not when I have the right persons around me."

He leans into me and my hand comes up to his neck as my eyes shutter closed, but I don't get to feel his lips press to mine for that is when the flight attendant decides to make her interruption.

"Here are your meals sir," she is definitely in her mid fifties but somehow she pulls off looking like she is a decade younger than that. If Alex didn't tell me who she was when we first boarded, I wouldn't know. Which makes it all the more twisted how she continues to look at him as if he is food or something. She doesn't look at me even when she acknowledges me. To an extent with her feeble, "ma'am."

"Thank you Etna," Alexander nods to her and I also nod towards her before bringing back Alex's face to mine.

He gazes in my eyes and we share a smile. Yep, the moment is back and he doesn't hesitate to kiss me. And I kiss him back, not sure when the old cow is gone. My stomach rumbles and I decide it is time to breathe and fill up on energy. All this kissing does take energy after all.

I break the kiss. He cocks an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes. Yes, I know I never break a kiss. Even if I do, it isn't worth anything if we both apparently can't recall such a thing. He really does know how to make a woman sound desperate.

I make to climb off his lap, but his hold on me tightens. "And where do you think you're going?" He growls in my ear and I lick my lips.

"To eat?" I don't know why it came out as a question because it really isn't meant to be one, but it does. Shít, that doesn't make much sense. Well, that is expected. This guy rubs me of all my senses.

"How about I feed you?" I frown at him. Is he crazy? I'm not a kid. He smiles down at me. "Judging by your look I take that as a no, right?"

I cock my hand at that. It is a little intimate and is thus, intimidating to me. I don't want things to get messy. And for me to get hurt when this all ends. I'm protecting me and my future as much as I can. It would be unfair to anyone I choose to settle down with in the future having to deal with a damaged me. But no real harm can come from such a simple act. Fighting it won't make sense. Maybe we'll laugh about this some months from now when the chemistry burns away and we become friends.