Placated, yet simultaneously unnerved by the whole plural pronoun thing, Mandy curled her feet under her legs and snuggled beneath the blanket. Busty Blonde took Damien’s not-so-subtle hint and continued on down the aisle.

“She was flirting with you, you know,” Mandy said after a minute, unable to keep her mouth shut.

Damien glanced up from his PC Now magazine. “Was she?” The question was rhetorical—he clearly knew she’d been sending out flight attendant feelers.

“Yes. And don’t feel you have to restrain yourself on my behalf.” Well, that sounded incredibly stodgy.

He turned a page and glanced at her. “Don’t worry, I don’t restrain myself for anyone. If I had wanted to flirt back, I would have. But thank you for your permission.”

She’d just crawl under her blanket now.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, his hand hovering over the seat pocket in front of him, ready to grab the airsick bag. “You still look a little…pale.”

“I’m British. I’m always pale.” Though offended, she realized immediately she had snapped at him, when he was actually being very solicitous. He’d come to check on her in the rest room, got her a blanket. “But thank you. I feel okay now.”

He just nodded and slapped his magazine closed. His leg jiggled. “Did they say we could turn on our laptops yet?”

They were twenty minutes in the air and he was already restless.

“No, not yet. I don’t think we’re at cruising altitude.” Only three more hours to go smothered up next to the object of her fantasies.

Maybe if she thought about work, the time would pass quicker. “Mr. Sharpton, what are we going to be doing on this trip, exactly?”

“I think you should probably call me Damien, Mandy. It’s the Caribbean, man. Things are casual.”

She grabbed her armrest so she wouldn’t slide to the floor in shock. He had used an accent. He wanted her to call him Damien. The changing air pressure must be affecting his sanity.

But then again, she’d always suspected he had a sense of humor behind his workaholism.

“I won’t be able to do as much as I’d like, because the Internet connection will be slow, so I can’t connect to the server. But I plan to get caught up on reviewing promotion requests and employee development plans.”

“What will I be doing?” And how far away from him would she be? She couldn’t imagine hovering in his hotel room with him.

“Clearing out my e-mails and submitting my expense reports for the last three weeks.”

“That won’t take me very long. Maybe a day.”

“Then I guess you can go to the beach when you’re finished.”