Don't tempt her, Book. With an offer like that, she'll segue off tennis and head right into art history, and so far Joe's the only one who can handle that passion string. Andy fell asleep five minutes in. Nile grins at the idea of flying first class--she will definitely be ordering champagne--and then nods, shifting her attention to the task at hand.
She doesn't miss Booker touching her, because that would be ridiculous. Just a mission. Get your head on straight, Freeman.
The wipe down is quick, effective, and soon enough she's standing outside the car with her bags in hand. She steps up to Booker, slipping her arm in his, letting him lead the way into the airport. He's got their passports after all, and their boarding passes (all under fake names, she's going to have to get used to being Nia instead of Nile, but at least they're close enough she should react) and her job is to look pretty and be young. She's not exactly used to it, but, hey, rich people, right?
It's not until they're waiting in the security line that she leans up to him enough to whisper a conspiratorial: "And where's our VIP line for this, huh?"
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She doesn't miss Booker touching her, because that would be ridiculous. Just a mission. Get your head on straight, Freeman.
The wipe down is quick, effective, and soon enough she's standing outside the car with her bags in hand. She steps up to Booker, slipping her arm in his, letting him lead the way into the airport. He's got their passports after all, and their boarding passes (all under fake names, she's going to have to get used to being Nia instead of Nile, but at least they're close enough she should react) and her job is to look pretty and be young. She's not exactly used to it, but, hey, rich people, right?
It's not until they're waiting in the security line that she leans up to him enough to whisper a conspiratorial: "And where's our VIP line for this, huh?"