Playboy Pilot

When I looked over at him, I discovered the animal was a tiny…monkey. Maria Rosa was shaking her head almost dismissively and saying something in Portugese.

Carter couldn’t contain his amusement. “Maria apologizes. Capuchin monkeys sometimes piss on people to mark their territory.” The monkey let out a loud squeal as if to agree with Carter.

“I have monkey piss dripping down my Roland Mouret. This is just fantastic.”

“That shirt needed to be washed anyway. Don’t worry. I’ll clean you off nice later.”

His words sent chills through me. As much as this situation was freaking me out, I couldn’t help my attraction to Carter as he stood there towering over me, still dressed in his pilot’s uniform. The monkey was now comfortably perched on Carter’s shoulder.

When Carter smiled at me, I again took notice of the dimple on his chin, and my demeanor softened. “How come he’s not pissing on you, Captain?”

“Because we’re old friends. Aren’t we, Pedro?” The animal flashed his teeth. I could have sworn it laughed before hopping away to the other side of the room.

Maria seemed upset about something as she spoke to Carter.

“What is she saying?”

“She didn’t realize I was bringing a guest, wanted to make sure I knew that the only other spare bedroom is being rented out. She says we’ll have to share a room.”

“I’m not okay with that.”

He whispered, “We’ll figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out, Carter.”

“Let’s just go to the room and relax for a bit. I need to get out of this uniform and take a nap. Then, I want to show you the beach before dinner.”

“This isn’t going to work…sharing a room. I need to find a hotel.”

“Perky…you didn’t follow me all the way to Brazil only to leave me now. You can say you’re going to get a hotel, but the fact of the matter is, you don’t want to be alone. You wouldn’t be here if you did. Now calm your tits and come with me to our room. Believe me, even if I wanted to take advantage of you right now, I haven’t slept in eighteen fucking hours. I need to crash.”

As I quietly followed him down the hallway into the corner room, I cursed at my inability to argue this. He’d safely flown that gigantic plane all the way to Brazil. My life had been in his hands the entire time. He had a point; he needed to sleep. Honestly, I was tired from the flight, too, and I hadn’t even piloted the plane.

The room was small but charming. A bright red bedspread with embroidered purple flowers made of yarn was draped over the queen-sized bed. A single window letting in a cool breeze displayed a nice view of the water in the distance.

There was a bathroom off of the room with an antique white ceramic tub. I noticed fresh flowers on the edge of the sink along with a variety of soaps.

“This is cute. How did you ever find this place anyway? It’s really off the beaten path.”

“I was driving around one day, exploring Rio. I got out of my car to take a walk and smelled Maria’s cooking through the window. I basically followed my nose. When I discovered she rented rooms, I cancelled my reservation at the other place and stayed here. I’d choose this any day over a hotel.”

“You said you only stay here half of the time. The other times, you opt for the big hotel?”

He hesitated. “I come here when I’m alone. I go to the hotel when I—”

“Never mind.” I held out my palm. “I get it.”

The hotel was his fucking ground, probably with the stewardess of the week. I didn’t want to hear anymore.

“Why did you bring me here then?”

“I wanted to show you the authentic side of Rio. I feel responsible for you being here. The least I could do is be a good tour guide.”

“How long are you here before you have to fly again?”

“Two days.”

My stomach sank. That wasn’t very long at all.