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driver—but owning a luxurious jet of this caliber
brought it to a whole other level. The man must be stinking rich
and the realization made me feel both uneasy and apprehensive.
    The cabin décor was decidedly masculine with
its myriad blacks, whites, and grays. Dark, plush carpeting
contrasted with the stark white of the high-backed leather seats;
glossy gray-marbled veneered side tables were placed between the
seating groups. Two seats faced each other on either sides of the
aisle closest to the cockpit. Another two seats were in the middle
of the cabin with a three-seat lounge opposite. Two black paneled
doors were at the rear of the plane alongside a small but modern,
well-equipped galley. I wondered whether the paneled doors led to a
bathroom, a bedroom, or both.
    Roman followed us up to the front. He
ushered me to the seating on the right and then motioned Jake and
Courtney to the two seats on the left. Small flat-screen
televisions were mounted on either side of the cockpit door and all
the seats were adorned with luxurious black-and-white patterned
throw pillows. After he took his seat, Roman leaned to the side and
I belatedly noticed several electronic buttons, complete with a
phone, mounted on a side panel next to his chair.
    Hmm…command central perhaps?
    Roman picked up the phone handset as a tall
and very attractive brunette approached and flashed a blinding
white smile. She was dressed in an extremely tight, short black
skirt, killer nude heels, and a crisp white buttoned-down shirt
with black and gold epaulets fixed at the shoulders. A matching
black, white, and gold-checkered scarf was tied around her neck and
I would have said the ensemble would’ve been aviator chic if it
wasn’t for the ample cleavage that spilled from a few too many
buttons she’d left undone. With her blinding smile aimed directly
at Roman, it was flagrantly obvious her uniform attire was a brazen
attempt to snag her boss’s eye.
    My appraisal of her was
proved right when she flipped her long flowing locks over one
shoulder, licked the vibrant red of her lips and she flashed
another come-hither smile at him.
    Oh man, was she for real?
    Every girl on the planet
knew the hair-flip combined with the lip-lick and the peekaboo
ta-tas was universal code for Let’s get naked and fuck each other’s brains
out .
    “ Good morning, Mr.
Knight,” she purred. The sultry breathlessness of her voice made my
eyes roll. “May I offer you something to drink, sir?”
    Ohmigod! The woman actually batted her
eyelashes at him and it wouldn’t have surprised me if she followed
it up by jumping in Roman’s lap. Involuntarily, my eyes narrowed
into squinty slits to shoot her a death glare and my teeth ground
together in irritation.
    Wait! What was I doing?
    Taking a calming breath, I mentally chided
myself. There was nothing for me to be jealous about: Roman Knight
wasn’t my boyfriend, or anything else for that matter, so why
should I care?
    Muttering something into the phone, Roman
held one long finger up toward her before he ended the call and
looked directly at me. “We’ll have two coffees, thank you, Megan,
and would you bring Miss Gilmore some breakfast as soon as we take
off.”
    Megan, the overtly flirtatious stewardess,
swung her gaze at me. “Of course.” Her gaze wasn’t as friendly
anymore. Borderline hostility would’ve been a better description
and I pursed my lips in order to suppress a smile. “We have a
selection of pastries and fruits, or I can offer you eggs and toast
if you’d prefer.”
    “ Er, fruit will be fine.
Thank you.” I cheerfully grinned at her.
    “ Certainly,” she replied
curtly. And although her tone was professional, it was frosty, the
suggestive purr most definitely absent.
    Megan swung her attention to Jake and
Courtney, taking their orders before she strut back to the galley
at the rear of the plane just as Phil, the pilot, announced over
the intercom for us to buckle up and ran through several