Love At First Flight Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
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But here I am, prepping meals with Hannah for the first-class passengers, my panties soaked with a combination of my own arousal and Conrad’s cum still dripping out of me because I just let him take my virginity in the bathroom of an airplane. Yeah. Talk about crazy. Crazy amazing.

Hannah bumps up against me again, and I quickly dodge out of the way, not wanting a repeat of the earlier spilled-drink fiasco. And I’m lucky that I did too, because this time she manages to spill a half of a Coke that would have gone all over my skirt had I not moved.

“Oh God, I am so sorry!” she whispers, quickly throwing down some paper towels over the spill. “I don’t know what is wrong with me today!”

Neither do I. That’s what I want to say, but I don’t. That wouldn’t be professional. Not that I’m any kind of model of professionalism today, of course, having just got it on in the bathroom like a married couple looking to cross off an item from their sexual bucket list.

“No, you’re good,” I reply, forcing a smile as I help her with the mess. “No problem.”

“I just…I’m so clumsy today,” she mutters under her breath. “I think I need my head checked.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” I smile. “At least we’re both dry!”

She really does seem rattled as we toss the wet towels in the trash and fix the rum and Coke the passenger in 4B ordered. If we were closer, maybe I’d ask her what was going on, but she and I really don’t know each other like that, and if it’s a personal problem like a sick parent or boyfriend issues, I don’t want to come off like that prying co-worker. So I just let it go, and the two of us start preparing the first class meals.

“Need some help with that?” I hear the voice behind me and know who it belongs to before I turn around. I try not to smile in case Hannah sees and turn around with my best professional look on my face to see Conrad standing behind me, his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the bulkhead, grinning at me like he might actually own the airline.

“Excuse me, sir?” I reply, still trying to sound professional.

“I could give you a hand if you needed.” He smiles. “I just get a little…restless on long flights like this one.”

I glance over at Hannah to see if she’s picking up on anything between the two of us, but if she is, she’s not letting on. Thank God.

“That’s a kind offer, sir,” I tell Conrad. “But as much as I’d love an extra hand, it’s against airline policy, so I’m going to have to ask you to return to your suite if you don’t mind. I’ll have your meal ready for you in just a few minutes. You requested the chicken, is that right?”

Conrad smirks and glances at Hannah for a second before looking back at me and nodding. “That’s right.”

God, he’s gorgeous. If only Hannah wasn’t here, I’d lift up my skirt and slide right down over his cock and let him have his way with me. I’ve never felt this way in my life, but Conrad has me feeling urges I never even knew existed. Primal sides of myself have awakened and are calling out to me to do things…animalistic things that are so beyond inappropriate I wouldn’t even know how to discuss them with my closest friends.

“Well, if you return to your suite,” I say, stepping closer, “I will bring you your meal in just a few minutes.”

I lower my eyes ever so slightly, hoping he’ll get my message. He does, without even a moment’s delay, and I can see his desire to reach out and touch me too. But he doesn’t. Hannah is standing right behind us and would notice if he did, so he just nods, smiles, and replies, “Great, thank you,” then turns and walks back to his suite. I watch as he opens the door, steps inside, and pulls it closed behind him.

Unbelievable. I could watch him vacuum my living room and be turned on, that’s how sexy he is.

“Wow, he’s…something,” Hannah says as she starts prepping one of the salmon meals.

“Yeah,” I agree. “He sure is.”

It takes roughly twenty minutes to prep and serve the first-class meals. Normally, Conrad would be the third passenger served, but I pretend to serve him, and instead take his meal to 4B who ordered the chicken as well and save him for last. I pretend to have mixed things up at the end and tell Hannah that I’m going to bring him his meal personally and apologize and ask her if she can handle the start of the clean-up for me. She agrees, and I quickly go to Conrad’s suite door and knock, feeling my heart rate begin to rise.


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