Seraphina Quinn's face was beet red!
Flustered, she snatched her hand away from where it shouldn't have been, then said with a blush, "I... I didn't mean to."
Jericho Hawthorne had seen all sorts of mockery and cold indifference on her face, but he had never seen her so flushed and shy.
He looked at her small, crimson face and deliberately replied in an intensely suggestive tone, "It doesn't matter. What part of my body haven't you seen or... used?"
Seraphina Quinn's eyes widened. "You—"
Jericho Hawthorne continued, "If you want to look or use, I can satisfy you anytime. It's not like it's illegal."
After he spoke, without giving Seraphina Quinn a chance to react, he got up to deplane.
At that moment, passengers were starting to deplane, and some would occasionally glance their way.
Seraphina Quinn could only bite her tongue and not cause a scene.
Jericho Hawthorne got off the plane first, but he didn't leave. He was waiting for Seraphina Quinn.
