I signed my name and started counting down the seconds to when I would never have to deal with his special brand of a**-holery again. I definitely didn't need to think twice about this. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though I've secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day we met. The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. If I agreed, he would let me out of my employment contract with a "very generous" severance package. Wolf of Wall Street-came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse: Sign my name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancée for one month. I should've never agreed to this arrangement. NB: This story was formerly published under the titles Mister Weston & Turbulence: A Cocky Pilot Romance. "An erotic romance with twists and turns galore and Whitney G. What was supposed to become a one-time thing becomes a turbulent affair that neither of them will forget.
She vows never to set foot in his place again, and he promises not to press charges.īut weeks later, she sees the sexy stranger again and realizes that he's the pilot of her assigned flight. Yet, one heated argument somehow turns into the most passionate, sex-filled night of her life. One night, while bringing a sexy stranger back to a place that she definitely doesn't own, she realizes that she's unknowingly brought him home to his own condo.Īnd he isn't laughing about this "coincidence." She also "steals nights" at one of the condos she cleans while housekeeping in Manhattan, but that's a story for another day. A forbidden and steamy romance that will challenge everything you've ever heard about the 'mile high club'.īroke, down on her luck, and living in a crappy apartment, Gillian Taylor takes on part-time jobs whenever she isn't serving coffee and cocktails in the sky.
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