A Bride For The Taking

‘Let go of me, please.’

‘And I am not a steward, or one of your fellow reporters.’ His eyes swept across her face. ‘It would be a waste of time to try using that pretty face to get what you want, Miss Oliver. I’m not about to fall for the same nonsense you use on everybody else.’

‘I get the message,’ she said stiffly. ‘Now, if you’d let go—’

‘Just remember something. Once you set foot in that plane, you’re nothing but an unwelcome passenger.’