Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators 1) - Page 42

Walking through the doors, Stormy flipped the porch light switch, but nothing happened. Thinking by some chance the first time was a fluke, she flipped the switch on and off once more; still nothing. She didn’t let it stop her. The moonlit deck was a more relaxed setting anyway.

Moving quickly to the far side of the deck, she made quick work of pulling off the hot tub cover and setting the temperature to something that seemed just under scalding, then she turned on the jets.

The steam from the hot tub plumed into the cool air as a slight hint of chlorine filled her nostrils. Casting off her robe, then perching her strawberries and champagne on the tub’s ledge, she stepped into the bubbling water.

Midway in, she stopped for a moment, her hands across her chest as she glanced around, double-checking that she was truly alone. Electing to sit in the darkness, she left the hot tub’s lights off, then slipped completely below the surface, submerging even her head with a handful of strawberries inadvertently following her.

Her stress evaporated as quickly as the steam from the hot water, and Stormy knew the days ahead would only get better.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Cooper grumbled as he drove down the road. A frustrating woman, cancelled flights, and sick flight crews were making him want to take that time off his uncle Sherman had suggested.

After pulling into the driveway and whipping into his garage, Cooper walked into the house, instantly disappointed by the darkness. Looking at the clock, he realized it was just a quarter past ten. Stormy had to be in her room reading or something because she didn’t normally go to sleep so early.

“Stormy, I’m home,” he called while loosening his necktie. He was more than ready for their talk. He walked up the stairs while unbuttoning his top. Then he stood in front of her door for a moment. It was closed with no light shining from beneath it.

Frustrated, Cooper walked into his bedroom, slipped off his shoes, he kicked them away, then removed his name bar and pilot wings, and set them on the top of his dresser. If he couldn’t talk to the dang woman, then he may as well take a hot shower and get food other than airline garbage.

It didn’t take long to shower, and then Cooper wrapped a towel around his hips and made his way back down the stairs, swinging into the kitchen for a beer and crackers.

Before he knew what was happening, his feet slipped out from beneath him and he found himself flailing while trying to stay upright. He failed. His fall was painful and the sound of bare skin smacking against granite tile echoed through the kitchen.

“What the hell . . .?” Cooper groaned as he sat up, noticing the puddle that had caused this wreck.

Eventually he placed his hands beneath himself, pushing up off the floor and back onto his feet, with his pride wounded and his back aching. “This is obviously what I get for allowing a damn housemate,” he grumbled.

A shudder passed through him, and that’s when he noticed the cool air drifting across his skin. Slowly, he walked around the corner of his large kitchen island, taking care not to slip again on the slick floor, and then he stopped when he saw the French doors slightly ajar.

What the hell? His irritation was growing by the minute. When he stepped up to the door and heard the sound of bubbling water and the hum of the hot tub, he growled low in his throat.

Just as quickly as the irritation had grown, it quickly dissipated. Because if the door was open and the tub running, then that meant she was out there. Maybe his night was looking up after all.

With a smile in place where a scowl had been moments before, Cooper stepped onto the deck, moving with purpose toward the tub he could barely see. It was cold out, but that wasn’t a bad thing, considering he wore nothing beneath the towel tucked in at his hips.

Suddenly, though, as he reached the tub and was about to call out to her, the figure in the water shifted, rising from the steam. He was nearly knocked over when she jumped from the hot water and sped past him toward the back door.

What if that hadn’t been Stormy? He hadn’t gotten a good look at the person.

“Stormy. If it’s you, answer now,” he called. There was no answer.

Cooper dashed after the person, exploding into the kitchen and quickly glancing across the room.

The person went down hard where Cooper had fallen not that long ago. The body slid across the floor as if diving for home plate.

Cooper moved forward, and then once again lost his footing on the wet floor, not counting on the added water his escape artist had left behind. Falling forward, he tried to catch himself, but it was no use.

Sliding across the floor, he tumbled into the hot tub bandit, both of them now rolling around in wine and chlorine-scented water.

Cooper froze again, but this time it wasn’t from his need to fight. This time, it was because he had no doubt whom he’d just captured—and somewhere in their tumble his towel had fallen away.

There was no way he could hide the evidence of how he felt about this woman, not when there wasn’t a single stich of clothing between them.

Neither of them spoke for several tense moments as both of them tried to gain back their breath.

“I . . . uh, thought you were in Japan,” she finally said.

“Cancelled flights . . . sick people,” he mumbled. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I was panicked being naked,” she said in a gasp.

Stormy was still beneath him, but that didn’t help. With her hands against his shoulders, her fingers moving slightly, he was about to lose control.

Cooper found himself reaching up, his fingers gliding across her soft cheek as he gazed down into her lovely dark eyes. ng through the doors, Stormy flipped the porch light switch, but nothing happened. Thinking by some chance the first time was a fluke, she flipped the switch on and off once more; still nothing. She didn’t let it stop her. The moonlit deck was a more relaxed setting anyway.

Moving quickly to the far side of the deck, she made quick work of pulling off the hot tub cover and setting the temperature to something that seemed just under scalding, then she turned on the jets.

The steam from the hot tub plumed into the cool air as a slight hint of chlorine filled her nostrils. Casting off her robe, then perching her strawberries and champagne on the tub’s ledge, she stepped into the bubbling water.

Midway in, she stopped for a moment, her hands across her chest as she glanced around, double-checking that she was truly alone. Electing to sit in the darkness, she left the hot tub’s lights off, then slipped completely below the surface, submerging even her head with a handful of strawberries inadvertently following her.

Her stress evaporated as quickly as the steam from the hot water, and Stormy knew the days ahead would only get better.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Cooper grumbled as he drove down the road. A frustrating woman, cancelled flights, and sick flight crews were making him want to take that time off his uncle Sherman had suggested.

After pulling into the driveway and whipping into his garage, Cooper walked into the house, instantly disappointed by the darkness. Looking at the clock, he realized it was just a quarter past ten. Stormy had to be in her room reading or something because she didn’t normally go to sleep so early.

“Stormy, I’m home,” he called while loosening his necktie. He was more than ready for their talk. He walked up the stairs while unbuttoning his top. Then he stood in front of her door for a moment. It was closed with no light shining from beneath it.

Frustrated, Cooper walked into his bedroom, slipped off his shoes, he kicked them away, then removed his name bar and pilot wings, and set them on the top of his dresser. If he couldn’t talk to the dang woman, then he may as well take a hot shower and get food other than airline garbage.

It didn’t take long to shower, and then Cooper wrapped a towel around his hips and made his way back down the stairs, swinging into the kitchen for a beer and crackers.

Before he knew what was happening, his feet slipped out from beneath him and he found himself flailing while trying to stay upright. He failed. His fall was painful and the sound of bare skin smacking against granite tile echoed through the kitchen.

“What the hell . . .?” Cooper groaned as he sat up, noticing the puddle that had caused this wreck.

Eventually he placed his hands beneath himself, pushing up off the floor and back onto his feet, with his pride wounded and his back aching. “This is obviously what I get for allowing a damn housemate,” he grumbled.

A shudder passed through him, and that’s when he noticed the cool air drifting across his skin. Slowly, he walked around the corner of his large kitchen island, taking care not to slip again on the slick floor, and then he stopped when he saw the French doors slightly ajar.

What the hell? His irritation was growing by the minute. When he stepped up to the door and heard the sound of bubbling water and the hum of the hot tub, he growled low in his throat.

Just as quickly as the irritation had grown, it quickly dissipated. Because if the door was open and the tub running, then that meant she was out there. Maybe his night was looking up after all.

With a smile in place where a scowl had been moments before, Cooper stepped onto the deck, moving with purpose toward the tub he could barely see. It was cold out, but that wasn’t a bad thing, considering he wore nothing beneath the towel tucked in at his hips.

Suddenly, though, as he reached the tub and was about to call out to her, the figure in the water shifted, rising from the steam. He was nearly knocked over when she jumped from the hot water and sped past him toward the back door.

What if that hadn’t been Stormy? He hadn’t gotten a good look at the person.

“Stormy. If it’s you, answer now,” he called. There was no answer.

Cooper dashed after the person, exploding into the kitchen and quickly glancing across the room.

The person went down hard where Cooper had fallen not that long ago. The body slid across the floor as if diving for home plate.

Cooper moved forward, and then once again lost his footing on the wet floor, not counting on the added water his escape artist had left behind. Falling forward, he tried to catch himself, but it was no use.

Sliding across the floor, he tumbled into the hot tub bandit, both of them now rolling around in wine and chlorine-scented water.

Cooper froze again, but this time it wasn’t from his need to fight. This time, it was because he had no doubt whom he’d just captured—and somewhere in their tumble his towel had fallen away.

There was no way he could hide the evidence of how he felt about this woman, not when there wasn’t a single stich of clothing between them.

Neither of them spoke for several tense moments as both of them tried to gain back their breath.

“I . . . uh, thought you were in Japan,” she finally said.

“Cancelled flights . . . sick people,” he mumbled. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I was panicked being naked,” she said in a gasp.

Stormy was still beneath him, but that didn’t help. With her hands against his shoulders, her fingers moving slightly, he was about to lose control.

Cooper found himself reaching up, his fingers gliding across her soft cheek as he gazed down into her lovely dark eyes.

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