Beg Me

Chapter One

Home again. One day someone will tell me why Heathrow can simultaneously stay modern and yet keep this drab, dingy feel to the area around the luggage carousels. The atmosphere of oppressive gloom begins the minute you hit customs, continues through luggage collection, and pass the newsstands selling all the tabloid irrelevancies. Good thing was that Helena was on time to pick me up and drive me back into town. In style. A kiss on both cheeks, and then it was the back of the limo.

“How was the flight?” she asked politely.

“Pleasant enough. Thai Airways presents you with a wet flower when you get onboard that you don’t really know what to do with. Then they punish you with an American teen comedy that you wouldn’t waste even a minute on while channel-surfing.”

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