Read Online Because of His Heart (For His Pleasure, Book 27) by Kelly Favor - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Kelly Favor
Ads: Link
up and getting her bags from the overhead compartment.
“What happens now?” Chloe asked her. “Do I come into work tomorrow?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. And I don’t care, either. It’s not my decision, but I can’t imagine them keeping you on after all of this.”
“Great,” Chloe sighed, as her boss moved down the aisle, trying to get as close to the front of the line as she could.
Soon, the aisle was filled with the other departing passengers, but Chloe simply sat and opened the Sports Illustrated to the story about Brody Hawk. As she reread the story, she forgot that her life was now officially in shambles.
A little while later, Chloe deplaned and slowly walked back into the terminal. It was busy, with people walking to and fro, saying hellos and goodbyes.
Chloe rolled her tiny suitcase behind her as she walked, numb from everything that had happened on the business trip from hell.
I can’t believe I blew it so badly. What if I’d just excused myself and gone to the bathroom instead of telling him off and embarrassing him?
But it was too late for that.
She’d said what she’d said and the damage had been done.
She was so off in her own world, her own private thoughts and recriminations, that she almost passed right by the purse lying on the seat to her left.
However, the purse caught her eye in much the same way that the cover of the magazine had caught her eye earlier that day.
It was just so incredibly unique and gorgeous.
A Hermes Birkin Bag, black with alligator exterior and gold hardware.
Chloe stopped short and stood over the seat, wondering where this bag’s owner might be. There was nowhere sitting or standing nearby, and the seats around it were all empty.
Chloe wondered if she might be on a hidden camera show or something.
This didn’t make sense.
If the bag was real—and not some very adept knockoff—then it was surely worth thousands and thousands of dollars.
She licked her lips, wondering what to do. She turned and looked for the nearest person, someone who might own this thing. An older woman was texting nearby, and she looked put together and rich. But then she turned again and Chloe saw that she had a purse over her shoulder already.
“Shit,” Chloe whispered.
I should turn it in or something .
But the truth was, she didn’t trust airport security to deal properly with a bag this expensive. If they realized how much it was worth, whomever she handed it over to might just decide to keep it for themselves.
Is that what you’re going to do? Keep it?
No. I’m going to keep it safe.
You should just turn it over to security and let them deal with the thing.
Chloe stood beside the bag, and then finally sat down next to it for a moment. If someone had forgotten it, they would surely come back for it soon.
So she would sit and wait, and that way most passersby would assume the bag was hers and not try and steal it.
Chloe did just that.
She sat and waited next to the bag, trying to imagine its owner and who that person might be. Clearly, it would be a very wealthy woman. Someone who appreciated the finer things—high fashion.
Probably a bitch.
Chloe didn’t want to think that way. Maybe it was some nice lady who’d gotten food poisoning and was even right that moment locked away in the bathroom being violently ill, not even realizing she’d just left her impossibly expensive purse out in the open at a New York City airport where almost anyone could swipe it.
What if there’s a bomb inside this thing?
Anyone who leaves a bag unattended might be a terrorist.
A Birkin Bag explosive device did seem highly unlikely, but still…Chloe decided, just for safety’s sake, that she would open the purse and see what was inside.
First, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then she delicately opened the bag and peered inside.
Her stomach muscles relaxed when she saw all of the normal things she associated with a woman’s purse.
A
“What happens now?” Chloe asked her. “Do I come into work tomorrow?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. And I don’t care, either. It’s not my decision, but I can’t imagine them keeping you on after all of this.”
“Great,” Chloe sighed, as her boss moved down the aisle, trying to get as close to the front of the line as she could.
Soon, the aisle was filled with the other departing passengers, but Chloe simply sat and opened the Sports Illustrated to the story about Brody Hawk. As she reread the story, she forgot that her life was now officially in shambles.
A little while later, Chloe deplaned and slowly walked back into the terminal. It was busy, with people walking to and fro, saying hellos and goodbyes.
Chloe rolled her tiny suitcase behind her as she walked, numb from everything that had happened on the business trip from hell.
I can’t believe I blew it so badly. What if I’d just excused myself and gone to the bathroom instead of telling him off and embarrassing him?
But it was too late for that.
She’d said what she’d said and the damage had been done.
She was so off in her own world, her own private thoughts and recriminations, that she almost passed right by the purse lying on the seat to her left.
However, the purse caught her eye in much the same way that the cover of the magazine had caught her eye earlier that day.
It was just so incredibly unique and gorgeous.
A Hermes Birkin Bag, black with alligator exterior and gold hardware.
Chloe stopped short and stood over the seat, wondering where this bag’s owner might be. There was nowhere sitting or standing nearby, and the seats around it were all empty.
Chloe wondered if she might be on a hidden camera show or something.
This didn’t make sense.
If the bag was real—and not some very adept knockoff—then it was surely worth thousands and thousands of dollars.
She licked her lips, wondering what to do. She turned and looked for the nearest person, someone who might own this thing. An older woman was texting nearby, and she looked put together and rich. But then she turned again and Chloe saw that she had a purse over her shoulder already.
“Shit,” Chloe whispered.
I should turn it in or something .
But the truth was, she didn’t trust airport security to deal properly with a bag this expensive. If they realized how much it was worth, whomever she handed it over to might just decide to keep it for themselves.
Is that what you’re going to do? Keep it?
No. I’m going to keep it safe.
You should just turn it over to security and let them deal with the thing.
Chloe stood beside the bag, and then finally sat down next to it for a moment. If someone had forgotten it, they would surely come back for it soon.
So she would sit and wait, and that way most passersby would assume the bag was hers and not try and steal it.
Chloe did just that.
She sat and waited next to the bag, trying to imagine its owner and who that person might be. Clearly, it would be a very wealthy woman. Someone who appreciated the finer things—high fashion.
Probably a bitch.
Chloe didn’t want to think that way. Maybe it was some nice lady who’d gotten food poisoning and was even right that moment locked away in the bathroom being violently ill, not even realizing she’d just left her impossibly expensive purse out in the open at a New York City airport where almost anyone could swipe it.
What if there’s a bomb inside this thing?
Anyone who leaves a bag unattended might be a terrorist.
A Birkin Bag explosive device did seem highly unlikely, but still…Chloe decided, just for safety’s sake, that she would open the purse and see what was inside.
First, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then she delicately opened the bag and peered inside.
Her stomach muscles relaxed when she saw all of the normal things she associated with a woman’s purse.
A
Similar Books
