Chapter 11

He and I walk back to our assigned seats as we flop down on the leather seats.

"Nicole!" I half scream as she scrambles in the cabin. I point towards my fallen champagne flute and she nods as she picks it up. She turns her back and leaves.

"Can you not pick up a glass by your own?" Lucas mutters as I arch an eyebrow.

"I have people assigned for every job." I give him a wicked grin. Lucas gives me a you-are-spoiled look and I can't help my smile. I quickly rummage out a shirt from my suitcase as I put it on and leave 4 buttons undone.

"In, er…which hotel are we gonna stay?"

"Good point. Let me text Luke." While I text Luke, our pilot announced that the plane will land in 10 minutes.

//Luke, book me a room in the best hotel in Los Angeles//

//It's all done, sir. The name is, The Ritz-Carlton. The room is 492//