My Taboo Harem! Chapter 665: Geeting Into Each Other’s Pants

"Also, let’s be honest about where toys eventually take you, beautiful. The more you reach for them, the less your body responds to anything else. Fingers stop being enough and then small toys stop being enough. Then you shift to bigger ones and eventually you’re chasing a sensation that doesn’t exist anywhere except in the mory of a real one — which, in your case, is nearly four years old now and getting blurrier by the month."

She stared at him.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

It wasn’t embarrassed, much less a defensive one.

She’d just been read so accurately she didn’t even have the energy to pretend otherwise, and her smile knew it — warm, wicked, and a little stunned.

"Okay," she said, voice low and husky. "You’re either really good at this, or really lucky."

"Both." Phei’s smile turned slow and predatory, the kind of smile that made won forget their own nas and their own rules.

He shifted in the jump seat, leaning in just enough that the space between them felt charged, intimate, dangerous. "I’m very good at reading desperate, beautiful won who’ve been starving for years. And I’m very lucky that one of them is currently in front of looking like she’s one honest answer away from begging."

She exhaled a soft, incredulous laugh, but her dark eyes stayed locked on his, heat flaring brighter.

Phei tilted his head, voice dropping into that velvet register that could make angels sin. "Anyhoo, can I get that video?"

Her eyebrow arched, intrigued.

"In exchange," he continued smoothly, "I’ll give you a hundred tis what you paid your friend to leave. Five thousand dollars. Cash. Right now. For one little file."

She slid into the seat next to him — close enough that her thigh brushed his and she made sure she was close enough that he caught the faint trace of her perfu mixed with the warr, sweeter scent of her own skin.

Her face tilted toward his, the angle bringing her full lips dangerously close to the line of his throat.

She took a small, careful breath.

Then she smiled, almost to herself, and asked her question.

"What makes you think I’d give away sothing this good for money?" Her voice had gone husky, bold now, the words rolling out like she’d been holding them in for weeks. "Since you seem to know so much, you’d also know that—"

"—your private collection ans more to you than five thousand dollars," Phei finished for her, voice smooth as sin and twice as tempting.

He turned his face fully toward hers, stopping her slow tilt with nothing but the weight of his gaze. "Yes. I know. You didn’t clear this corner of the jet and risk your job for pocket change. You did it because you’re tired of chasing ghosts with plastic and batteries. You’re tired of pretending your fingers are enough.

"You want sothing real. Sothing that can actually ruin you the way you need to be ruined. But aren’t you searching that in a wrong person? And the thod is—" he didn’t finish that.

Her full lips parted. Her chest rose faster, those heavy breasts straining harder against her blouse, nipples visibly stiff beneath the fabric.

Phei leaned in a fraction closer, voice dropping to a dark, godly murmur that wrapped around her like smoke.

"So, tell , beautiful... what do you actually want in exchange? Because I’m not here to blackmail you and I wouldn’t want you to do the sa, hopefully. Can’t have my woman’s video in another woman’s phone, can I now? I’m here to give you exactly want in exchange. What do you want."

She held his gaze for a long mont, breathing shallow, then shook her head with a soft, helpless laugh.

"Nothing." Her voice was quieter now, almost shy, but the heat in her eyes was anything but. "I’m not trying to blackmail you. I just — can I keep the video? Please? I won’t share it. I swear I won’t. Just for ."

Phei laughed again — softer this ti, almost fond, the sound rich and low in the small space.

"I never thought for a second you’d share it." He leaned back into the jump seat, but his eyes never left hers, dark and knowing and full of wicked promise. "And for the record? I genuinely don’t care if you did. As long as you removed my won’s faces, you can post it wherever site want. I have bigger problems than my own image rights."

Her mouth opened.

He held up one finger, silencing her with nothing but the calm authority in his gesture.

"I was just hoping," he said, voice gentle but commanding, "that you’d be honest with . Tell what you actually want. Who knows... I might have granted it. I’m in a very generous mood today, and you’re far too tempting to leave with unfulfilled wishes."

She studied him for a long mont, chest still rising and falling faster, those heavy breasts straining against her blouse like they were begging for his hands.

"I don’t want anything in—"

"Co on." His voice was gentle, but the words landed like a hand on her wrist. "You did not pay your friend fifty dollars just to have this chat with . We could have had this chat anywhere on this jet. Crowded or empty, doesn’t matter. So no — that fifty was for sothing else. What did you actually clear the room for?"

She exhaled. A small, helpless laugh slipped out of her. "Okay. No. I did not."

She looked at her hands. Looked at his face and looked at her hands again. "But what I want isn’t sothing a man like you would do for . Raised in a Legacy family, sitting on however many billions, carrying around won who look like Cassiopeia Maxton in your back pocket."

She shook her head. "You are not stooping that low for a flight attendant you t fifteen minutes ago. Not for or anyone you didn’t grow up knowing."

Phei smiled. "You’d be surprised."

She laughed and shook her head — a real laugh now, soft and a little disbelieving. "No. You can’t. And I’m not telling a stranger sothing like this. Not just like that. Not over a coffee machine."

Phei nodded and let the silence sit for a beat, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice dropping into sothing almost confessional.

"You know what’s funny? The fact that we’re even having this conversation is strange. Genuinely strange. Things should have gone very differently. The version of this where I ca in here as a Legacy heir who caught his recording? You would’ve have been blackmailed. Or my power would have co down on you.

"Maybe Emily would have had you fired before we landed. Maybe worse."

She tilted her head. A wry, small smile. "Maybe even worse than that. It is really surprising this is how we’re doing it instead."

"And that," Phei said, "tells you sothing about how I’d probably handle whatever your little secret is. Also—"

He tilted his head toward her. "You already risked enough to be sitting here. Are you really going to chicken out now? After all of that? Try ."

"You are either way too strange and way easy-going for what I read you as," she said slowly, "or you are really, really desperate to get into my pants."

"Both." Phei grinned, slow and sinful, the expression pure godly arrogance wrapped in velvet. "Without the desperate part. I don’t do desperate. We all want to get into each other’s pants — I’m just more straightforward about it when I’ve decided I want to. Unlike so people in this galley who paid fifty dollars to manufacture a private mont and then tried to play coy about it."

She laughed — full and warm this ti, head tipping back, the sound bright enough that he heard it bounce off the stainless steel of the prep counter. "Okay. Okay." She wiped the corner of her eye with one knuckle.

"You kind of convinced . To be totally honest? I was already chickening out the second you ntioned my friend and the fifty dollars. That actually scared a little. If you’d pushed harder right then, I would have just handed you the video and apologized for taking it... ran off scared like any Flight-attendant-legacy-kid-confrotation was supposed to go"

Phei’s smile widened slowly. "Good thing I didn’t push, then."

"Good thing."

She drew in a small breath.

And then she opened her mouth to tell him what she actually wanted.