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Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators 1)

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That made Wolf laugh. “Have you actually met a woman who’s your match?” Wolf said, uncontrollable laughter making him shake.

“No!” Cooper thundered. “I just really like to . . . uh . . . spend time with her,” he said. For some reason he didn’t want to dishonor her by talking about how good she was in his bed.

“This is too awesome. CEO of Trans Pacific Airlines and captain of the big, bad Boeing 757 and you have lost your game and are all fluttery over a mere woman. I have to say I worry about you, man,” Wolf said between guffaws. “A hella rich and single guy with a giant-ass house and no one to spend your money on.”

“I’d rather be single than divorced. And I definitely don’t want a woman all over me for what’s in my bank account,” Cooper said with a glare. “You should also remember that I know your secrets, too, Wolf, and just how much is in your bank account.”

“Shh. We don’t spill each other’s secrets,” Wolf said, actually looking around, though they were locked up in the flight deck. “And, yeah, divorce sucks. Beth took off, said she couldn’t stand me being gone anymore. I don’t think she could stand me, period. Last thing she said was that she had met someone new. I guess there’s always flight attendants, right?” Wolf murmured a curse under his breath about his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“Sorry, man. That was a low blow,” Cooper said.

“It’s all good. We did meet in Vegas and got married drunk,” Wolf told him with a shrug.

Though Wolf was making a joke of the situation, Cooper wasn’t a fool. He knew his friend was hurting. But men didn’t talk about that sort of stuff—well, not unless the friend actually said they wanted to talk about it, and then it was just awkward.

“Well, you never know. It might work out for you,” Cooper said.

“I don’t want it to work out. Not when there’s a sea of beauties every single stop I make on this plane,” Wolf told him.

Cooper wasn’t buying it. But instead of saying something serious, he decided to make a joke. It was what was expected after all. “Flight attendants?” Coop scoffed. “No, bad news, never. Stay away from the sky mattresses, they leave you with more than back problems.”

“Not all of them, buddy,” Wolf laughed. “Did you see that hot little number, Tori? Dang, I wouldn’t mind taking her out on the town.”

“Who?” Coop asked, going through his mental checklist.

“She’s new here, but damn she has sass,” Wolf said with another laugh.

“I’ll have to check her out,” Coop said.

“As long as you realize she’s already taken,” Wolf told him.

“Ha. Okay then,” Cooper said. “But if she’s that good, she won’t look twice at you,”

“We’ll see . . .”

They left it at that. If only conversations were this easy with the opposite sex, Coop thought.

Maybe tonight was the night he was going to get Stormy back into his bed. He hardened to a rock with just the thought.

It was a good thing Wolf didn’t look down or Cooper would never live down the mocking. Trying to concentrate, he flew the plane, wishing he could land it right in Gig Harbor just to get him there faster.

Soon, he thought. Very, very soon . . .

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Nearing the end of her shift, Stormy wiped down tables and glanced at the clock every thirty seconds, which made the time drag ever slower. Business was ridiculously lagging today, making her want to cut out. Only a few more minutes left, though.

When the clock finally signaled quitting time, she sighed with relief and told her co-workers good-bye before going to the back and gathering her things. It was only a fifteen-minute walk home, but her feet were aching a bit today and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

When she stepped out to the curb, a flashy Porsche pulled up and she hated the anticipation she couldn’t help but feel when Cooper stepped from it, looking positively delectable with his captain’s hat on and his tie loosened around his neck. Their eyes connected as he moved toward her.

Maybe she wasn’t over her fascination of pilots as much as she’d thought. No matter how she tried to fight her attraction to Cooper, her body had other ideas. Just the sight of him caused a stirring in her stomach and made her bones feel like rubber. She was in trouble and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.

“Hi, Cooper. What are you doing here?” she asked when he was standing before her.

“My schedule changed and I hopped an early flight back from New York. I’m home for three days. I thought I’d give you a ride.” He paused and butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the look in his eyes. She was about to respond when he continued. “We could let the top down and enjoy the sun and wind in our hair. We’ll pretend we don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off for a couple of hours.”

Heat settled between her thighs and she pressed them together. What she should say was no, and start walking, maybe burn off some of the sexual energy. Those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth, though.

“Sounds like fun.” She followed him to the car and couldn’t help but be charmed when he opened her door.

“How was your day?” he asked while putting the top down.

“It was long and boring. I prefer having lots of customers, not only for the tips but because time flies.”

“Yeah, I like keeping busy, too,” he told her. “And I like speed,” he added with a waggle of his brows. She was a little nervous being in the Porsche after that comment. made Wolf laugh. “Have you actually met a woman who’s your match?” Wolf said, uncontrollable laughter making him shake.

“No!” Cooper thundered. “I just really like to . . . uh . . . spend time with her,” he said. For some reason he didn’t want to dishonor her by talking about how good she was in his bed.

“This is too awesome. CEO of Trans Pacific Airlines and captain of the big, bad Boeing 757 and you have lost your game and are all fluttery over a mere woman. I have to say I worry about you, man,” Wolf said between guffaws. “A hella rich and single guy with a giant-ass house and no one to spend your money on.”

“I’d rather be single than divorced. And I definitely don’t want a woman all over me for what’s in my bank account,” Cooper said with a glare. “You should also remember that I know your secrets, too, Wolf, and just how much is in your bank account.”

“Shh. We don’t spill each other’s secrets,” Wolf said, actually looking around, though they were locked up in the flight deck. “And, yeah, divorce sucks. Beth took off, said she couldn’t stand me being gone anymore. I don’t think she could stand me, period. Last thing she said was that she had met someone new. I guess there’s always flight attendants, right?” Wolf murmured a curse under his breath about his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“Sorry, man. That was a low blow,” Cooper said.

“It’s all good. We did meet in Vegas and got married drunk,” Wolf told him with a shrug.

Though Wolf was making a joke of the situation, Cooper wasn’t a fool. He knew his friend was hurting. But men didn’t talk about that sort of stuff—well, not unless the friend actually said they wanted to talk about it, and then it was just awkward.

“Well, you never know. It might work out for you,” Cooper said.

“I don’t want it to work out. Not when there’s a sea of beauties every single stop I make on this plane,” Wolf told him.

Cooper wasn’t buying it. But instead of saying something serious, he decided to make a joke. It was what was expected after all. “Flight attendants?” Coop scoffed. “No, bad news, never. Stay away from the sky mattresses, they leave you with more than back problems.”

“Not all of them, buddy,” Wolf laughed. “Did you see that hot little number, Tori? Dang, I wouldn’t mind taking her out on the town.”

“Who?” Coop asked, going through his mental checklist.

“She’s new here, but damn she has sass,” Wolf said with another laugh.

“I’ll have to check her out,” Coop said.

“As long as you realize she’s already taken,” Wolf told him.

“Ha. Okay then,” Cooper said. “But if she’s that good, she won’t look twice at you,”

“We’ll see . . .”

They left it at that. If only conversations were this easy with the opposite sex, Coop thought.

Maybe tonight was the night he was going to get Stormy back into his bed. He hardened to a rock with just the thought.

It was a good thing Wolf didn’t look down or Cooper would never live down the mocking. Trying to concentrate, he flew the plane, wishing he could land it right in Gig Harbor just to get him there faster.

Soon, he thought. Very, very soon . . .

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Nearing the end of her shift, Stormy wiped down tables and glanced at the clock every thirty seconds, which made the time drag ever slower. Business was ridiculously lagging today, making her want to cut out. Only a few more minutes left, though.

When the clock finally signaled quitting time, she sighed with relief and told her co-workers good-bye before going to the back and gathering her things. It was only a fifteen-minute walk home, but her feet were aching a bit today and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

When she stepped out to the curb, a flashy Porsche pulled up and she hated the anticipation she couldn’t help but feel when Cooper stepped from it, looking positively delectable with his captain’s hat on and his tie loosened around his neck. Their eyes connected as he moved toward her.

Maybe she wasn’t over her fascination of pilots as much as she’d thought. No matter how she tried to fight her attraction to Cooper, her body had other ideas. Just the sight of him caused a stirring in her stomach and made her bones feel like rubber. She was in trouble and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.

“Hi, Cooper. What are you doing here?” she asked when he was standing before her.

“My schedule changed and I hopped an early flight back from New York. I’m home for three days. I thought I’d give you a ride.” He paused and butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the look in his eyes. She was about to respond when he continued. “We could let the top down and enjoy the sun and wind in our hair. We’ll pretend we don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off for a couple of hours.”

Heat settled between her thighs and she pressed them together. What she should say was no, and start walking, maybe burn off some of the sexual energy. Those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth, though.

“Sounds like fun.” She followed him to the car and couldn’t help but be charmed when he opened her door.

“How was your day?” he asked while putting the top down.

“It was long and boring. I prefer having lots of customers, not only for the tips but because time flies.”

“Yeah, I like keeping busy, too,” he told her. “And I like speed,” he added with a waggle of his brows. She was a little nervous being in the Porsche after that comment.



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