My 3 Rockstar Bosses

I’m a flight attendant who does more than drinks.

I work for the hottest private charter company on the East Coast.

It’s an amazing job with incredible perks.

But even more enticing are the passengers.

Because every single one is a billionaire.

Tall, dark and handsome.

Dominating as sin.

Charming and possessive.

As for me?

Well, I’m a shy girl.

Plump and curvy, pushing the drink cart.

Except this job brings out my deepest desires.

Because there’s Damien on the Dallas flight.

Charlie on the Chicago leg.

Nick in New York.

Aaron and Andrew in Atlanta.

And Tom in Texas.

The billionaires don’t know about each other.

Or so I hope.

Because when they find out …

How many ways can you say sin?

CHAPTER ONE

Joanie

I took a big breath in and let it out in a short burst, hands on my hips, Superwoman style. My aunt once told me that it’s a power pose, that people perk up and listen when you have an air of command.

But no such luck. The pose didn’t make me feel any more confident. In fact, it made me feel weird and uncomfortable because I was interviewing for a job as a flight attendant, nervous as hell.

Being a stewardess wasn’t my first career choice, not really. But for several reasons it ended up being a good option. I just had to nail my first interview in order to get my career started. No biggie, right?

But my first appointment wasn’t going well. An older woman greeted me with a tight French twist and pruney, pursed lips. She looked me over like she was reviewing a modeling portfolio. If the lady hadn’t been sixty and female, I might have felt ogled. Well, age and gender notwithstanding, I felt pretty ogled anyways.

The woman’s eyes were sharp, not missing any details.

“Just the right size for a flight attendant,” she noted, scribbling something on my application form. That was a weird comment for sure. I mean, flight attendants can’t be super tall because of the ceiling height in commercial planes, but still. Speaking your thoughts out loud was strange.

Plus, the way her eyes sized up my figure was a little disconcerting. Again, I think there are weight restrictions for stewardesses, but with this kind of once over, I felt like a prize cow at the County Fair. Not a great feeling.