Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Well, it’s only six hours from New York,” she teases. “That’s two Lord of the Rings movies.”
“Yeah, well, too bad we don’t get movie breaks.”
“Yeah, that is too bad—” Before Hannah can even get the words out of her mouth, the little vodka drink bottle she’s pouring slips out of her hand. She goes to catch it and somehow manages to tip the entire vodka-soda over and spill it all over me. “Oh, no! Roxy, I am so sorry!”
“It’s okay,” I lie, grabbing for the paper towel roll. I immediately vanish into the restroom, still hearing Hannah apologizing behind me. It’s not my fault, of course, but it’s also not professional to stay out in the cabin in full view of the passengers while I pat my uniform dry.
“What a nightmare,” I mutter as I look at the big wet spot on the front of my blouse. I try not to let the thought that Hannah just did that intentionally stick in my mind. That’s something my mom would say, but my mom only sees the bad in the world, and I’m working hard on not being that person.
No, it was an accident, and accidents happen. I’ll dry myself off and move on with my day. But as I’m grabbing for another sheet off the paper towel roll, the door to the bathroom opens behind me. I whirl around, realizing that in my haste to get out of the cabin, I completely forgot to lock it behind me. And who do I see entering? Mr. Ford, passenger 2A.
Talk about unprofessional.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I stammer. “I-I thought I locked it!”
“Nope, you didn’t,” he replies, the hint of a smile gracing his lips. “I noticed and that’s why came over.”
“I…you did?” his statement sends my head spinning. What’s he even talking about? Is he saying he meant to barge in here on me like this? My heart rate, which was already high, is now in the stratosphere. If corporate finds out about this…
“Well, yeah,” he replies, his lips twisting into a full smile as he comes toward me, tall and confident, his muscles taut and flexing with every move. These bathrooms, despite being in first class, are already small, but Mr. Ford’s thick frame fills out the already cramped space like he’s a giant instead of a man. “How else am I supposed to get any real alone time with the sexiest stewardess on my flight?”
Oh my God.
His words rock me, nearly taking me off my feet. I have to brace myself against the sink to keep from falling over.
Did he seriously just say that?
“Mr. Ford—” I start to say, but he cuts me off, raising the soft back of his hand to my cheek.
“Call me Conrad.”
“I…Conrad,” I manage to reply, my throat suddenly dry, my heart skipping beats. His eyes are blue like the warm waters of the Caribbean and equally as inviting. They pull me in as he stares at me with a force and a gravity I’ve never felt before. I want this man. But I also work for the airline. “Mr. Ford, I need to ask you to go back to your seat, please.”
“I can’t do that,” he replies, still smiling, his lips as alluring as his eyes—maybe even more.
“You…you can’t?”
“No.” He shakes his head and moves closer, slipping a hand around my waist. “If I do that, how am I going to join the mile high club?”
There’s a lust and determination in his eyes that I barely have time to process before it happens.
Conrad, Mr. Ford, Passenger 2A—whatever you want to call him—leans in, pulls me to him, and kisses me right on the lips.
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Conrad
Soft lips, slim waist, and perfect perky tits that press up against my chest as I pull Roxy to me and kiss her. This is it. I knew from the moment I set foot on this plane that I had to have her. They always do a good job making sure the first-class girls are lookers, but this Roxy girl is on a whole different level. I mean, she could be a model or something with her looks, and the professional uniform they’ve put her in has done nothing to disguise that slamming body she’s got under there.
The airline blouse and the bra she’s wearing underneath are putting up a valiant attempt at hiding her insane rack but failing miserably. My cock is stiff and hard as steel and just dying to be sliding in between those things as I slide my hands down and into the hem of her skirt to cop a feel of her plump and ample ass.
Christ, it’s perfect. Flawless. I want to bend her over the sink right now, pull her panties to the side, and penetrate her. My blood is boiling, and my testosterone is overflowing for this girl. I’m a horny mess. I’m in heat like a dog, but there’s something about her that’s exuding an innocence that has my mind thinking dirty, dirty thoughts.