A risk I feared with Prisca mentoring Lucy, was the woman rubbing off her arrogant, snobbish personality on my baby.
My only consolation was the fact that their physical interaction would not be for long.
Having two personal cabins, once the plane stabilised in the air and the pilot informed us that we could take off our seatbelts, I ordered some wine and had a certain cutie come to my cabin.
Taking a seat on the soft, neatly arranged mattress, I looked at Prisca's secretary, who didn't dare bring her eyes up to me.
She looked down at the floor, with her hands clasped together.
"Now you're being boring. Are you worried that my interest in you might offend your boss, or just intimidated by my presence?"
"Both."
"Seriously, you're disappointing me so far."
I think the word disappointment did the trick, because raising her head and looking up at me, she gently moved and took a seat by my side.
