He'd gladly be her pilot. Mark Miles was nothing, if not good at taking control. Besides… this angry version of her was hotter than the scared, simpering version. That trope didn’t even work well in movie scripts.<br/><br/>She was much too defensive when he asked her about her pills, which meant that he was probably right. He shot her a knowing smile. He knew his way around drugs, both prescription and street, and some were definitely better than others. His proffered drug, for instance; sex. It was one of the best drugs around, and it was free. Well, if you looked like she did, it was. She was cute, Mark knew that he was attractive… what more could they want? She’d be joining the Mile high club in more ways than one.<br/><br/>“Ew?” He pulled a face back at her, then grinned. “Ew? Who says that? Aren’t we out of junior high yet?” And then when she asked if that really worked for him, and claimed she would rather be stuffed in the cargo hold, he chuckled.<br/><br/>“Yeah, go ahead and play hard to get,” he said, drawing the curved finger of his nearest hand across his bottom lip. His brown eyes raked over her body and then settled on her eyes. “You know, you could get into Hollywood with a look like that.” His left brow raised slightly. “Maybe some TV series about high school witches, or something,” he shrugged. “I know people.”<br/><br/>He saw that she was looking at dinner and pulled out the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Flh6.googleusercontent.com%2F-Jif-IMBXtPo%2FVQZ9yizh75I%2FAAAAAAAAXZk%2FPD3FkRvv57Q%2Fs800%2FAS812%252520OGG-SJC%252520%252520-%2525205.jpg&amp;hash=6e0064a5baee06c2d20abceba77d4125" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jif-IMBXtPo/VQZ9yizh75I/AAAAAAAAXZk/PD3FkRvv57Q/s800/AS812%2520OGG-SJC%2520%2520-%25205.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">little menu</a>in the back of the seat in front of him. A quick scan and his decision was made. He wanted the Thai Barbecue Chicken. Thai food won out every time. He slipped the menu back in its pouch and then looked over at the girl who didn’t like street racing.<br/><br/>“So,” he said, “you fly this airline often?”