My 3 Rockstar Bosses

A deep male voice sounded.

“Good to see you too,” he replied. “We’ll be taking off in, oh, about five minutes. Just give me some time to get settled in.”

And then the captain appeared. I did my usual perfunctory nod, but then stopped mid-way. Because this man was gorgeous. Tall, at least six four, that dark head almost brushing the ceiling. Incredibly bright blue eyes twinkled my way. Were they natural? Or was it colored contacts? But as he smiled, I realized there was no way this guy was wearing colored contacts. Because those eyes danced with humor, the sparkle real.

“I’m Captain Tanning,” he said, holding out a hand.

I took it, blushing a little. This is just the pilot, came my internal voice. Get yourself together. He’s probably going to hear all the moans going on once the plane’s taken off.

So smiling a little nervously, I took his hand.

“Nice to meet you Captain,” came my stilted voice. Oh god, why did I sound so weird? So I tried to be professional and business-like. “Estimated take-off time is in five, but our passenger hasn’t shown yet,” I said, shooting a worried look at the clock on the wall. “What should we do? Should I radio the control tower and see if they know where he is? I’m not even sure what to say because the manifest doesn’t list his name,” was my admission.

But Tanning’s smile grew even wider.

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“Naw, no need to do that. I’m the passenger,” he said, that Crest-white grin dazzling to behold. “A couple years back, I got my commercial pilot’s license, so we’re taking this baby ourselves.”

I gaped at him.

“You’re the passenger?” I stammered.

The gorgeous man smiled again.

“Aye-aye mate,” was his reply. “Headed to Tucson today for a business meeting, flying is what keeps me sane, you know? Some of those meetings go on for hours, you’ve got to have ways to release the stress.”

I immediately liked Tom Tanning. Not only was he insanely handsome, but the guy had a sense of humor as well. He was lighthearted, the type of guy who probably never fell into a depression.

“All aboard,” he grinned again. “Now if you’ll just let me get this bird in the sky.”

And with that, the door to the plane closed. It was just me and him in the G6, the cabin empty. But I was in good hands because Captain Tanning was all business then. Pulling on the headset, those blue eyes narrowed and focused, calm hands guiding the G6 as it nosed its way out of the hangar. And before I knew it, we were up in the sky, cruising the blue highway with nary a care in the world.

But I was here for a job. So with trembling hands, I put together the welcome tray. Nuts and champagne, as always.

“Mr. Tanning. I mean, Captain Tanning,” I stumbled nervously. “Can I offer you champagne and almonds?”

The man glanced sideways at me, showing that smile again.

“Naw sweetheart, no drinking on the job. Maybe a glass of water though. Could you?”

Immediately I nodded.

“Of course sir. Happy to.”

And in a minute, I was back, a tall glass of water in my hand.

“Here you go sir, I’ll just place it here,” I said, indicating a small console in the middle.

“Not there,” he interrupted, big hand covering on mine. Oh god, it was so warm, his strength reassuring. “Over here,” he nodded to his left side. “Don’t want to get water on some important controls.”

I stared at him a little before jolting into action. Because to put the water down, I was going to have to reach across Captain Tanning. That’s right, I was going to have to brush my boobies across that massive chest in this small space, we were practically going to be glued together. But this is what the job’s about right? And shamefully, my insides melted a little, gooey stickiness trailing between my thighs.

But there was no more time for shame. No more time for regrets. Because I’d made a vow to myself. This is what I wanted, and I was going to own it. No more lies, no more half-truths. I’m a woman who loves her body, embracing the unknown. And that unknown was now.

So purring a little, I leaned across the man slowly, the vee of my dress dipping low and revealing the shadows within.

“Here you go,” was my coy murmur. “Here you go, big guy.”