I boarded a plane with my mistress, thinking my wife was far away—then she appeared in a flight attendant’s uniform, smiling as she exposed everything in front of us

I’d met at a corporate event. First it was drinks. Then dinners. Then weekends I claimed were business trips. Now I was flying her to Italy on the company’s dime.

I thought Dakota would never find out.

I was wrong.

Trinity lifted her chin, trying to recover. “Could you bring us champagne later?”

Dakota smiled at her.

“Of course, ma’am.”

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