The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

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New York is so fun.

It’s five thirty, and we’ve just left work and are standing on the curb outside the Miles Media building while we decide where to go for dinner. It’s the weirdest thing; it’s as if along with this job, I was gifted three friends and unlimited options. Every night is Saturday night in New York.

We’re all different ages, with different lifestyles, but somehow we get along famously. Ava has a date and isn’t coming with us, but Aaron and Molly are by my side.

“What do you feel like eating?” Molly says as she scrolls through her phone.

“Something fattening and greasy. Paul hasn’t called me.” Aaron sighs. “I’m off him.”

“Oh God, will you dump him already?” Molly huffs with an eye roll. “I swear he’s seeing someone else on the side, and besides, he’s nowhere near hot enough for you.”

The front door of the building is opened by a man in a black suit, and the three of us turn. Jameson Miles walks out with another man. The two of them are deep in conversation and oblivious to anyone else.

“Who’s that with him?” I whisper.

“That’s one of his brothers, Tristan Miles. He’s in charge of global acquisitions,” Aaron whispers as his eyes stay glued to them. “I swear to God, these men are so fucking hot it’s unbearable.”

They have this charismatic air about them, their stances the epitome of power.

Everyone around them stops and stares.

Fitted expensive suits, handsome as all hell, cultured, and wealthy.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch in silence.

In slow motion, they walk out and get into the back of the waiting black limousine. The driver shuts the door behind them, and we watch as it drives away.

I turn to my new friends. “I really need to talk to somebody.”

“About what?” Aaron frowns.

“Can you two keep a secret?” I whisper.

They exchange looks. “Yeah, of course we can.”

“Let’s get to the bar.” I sigh as I link my arms through theirs and begin to drag them to cross the road. “You’re not going to believe what I have to tell you.”

Molly arrives with our drinks on a tray and drops into her seat. “So go. Did he give you a warning letter?”

I sip my margarita. “Hmm, this is good.” I frown as I inspect the icy yellow fluid.

Aaron sips his. “Ew, I hate this bartender.” He winces.

“Will you stop whining?” Molly snaps. “It’s like hanging out with my fucking kids.”

“This drink is too strong,” he chokes. “I notice you didn’t get one.”

Molly’s attention comes back to me. “Anyway, what’s this secret?”

I stare at them. God, I don’t even know if I should be saying anything to anyone, but I need someone to talk to.

“Promise me you won’t say anything to anyone. Not even Ava,” I ask.

“Yes.” They both roll their eyes.

“Okay,” I continue. “You know how I told you I have been trying to get a job at Miles Media for over three years?”