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fearing where she might land, combined with the indignity
and the embarrassment. She was a flight attendant for God's sake.
How many sets of air stairs had she climbed over the last six
years? Hundreds, maybe thousands, and never a slip on any of them.
And now, just when Mr. Super-hunk Gorgeous Billionaire who also
happened to be her boss’s, boss’s, boss’s, boss is right behind
her, she keels over like an idiot.
    Right into his arms.
    "Whoa there!" He said, effortlessly scooping
her up as though she were a doll. "I don't want to lose my
beautiful air hostess before I even set foot on the plane."
    His mouth was close to her ear as he spoke,
his breath causing just the slightest tingle as his strong arms
wrapped themselves around her, encircling her, protecting her.
Mitch had put his back out once fooling around and trying to lift
her into his spindly arms. There was no sign of that here.
    "Mr. Drummond--"
    "Alex." He said firmly.
    "Alex... just because I'm flying with you to
Tahiti--"
    "Hmm, you make it sound almost romantic when
you put it like that."
    "Just because I'm a flight attendant on your
holiday doesn't mean that you got what you wanted."
    "What do you think I want?"
    He was still holding her. A whole lot longer
than was necessary. She wanted to care but made no move to liberate
herself. It had been a long time since someone had held her like
that. She had been so busy trying to make ends meet and traveling
the world these last few years that she hadn't really had time for
relationships, apart from her recent disaster with Mitch.
    Alex slowly set her on her feet again. His
rugged cheek brushed against hers as he lifted her, his arms
rippling with powerful muscles, his hands lightly swept across her
hips as he released her.
    Melanie could feel blood rushing to parts of
her body that weren't appropriate for someone who was on duty and
standing right in front of her boss.
    "I'm sorry." She stammered. "I just want to
do my job, that's all."
    "Don't apologize," He said. Everything
sounded like an order from him, but in a kindly way. "That's all I
want too, really." His easy smile belied the intense burning of his
eyes as he stared into hers.
    Inside, the aircraft was pure luxury from
floor to ceiling. It was a Boeing Business Jet. Not a flashy
aircraft, but a very expensive luxury nonetheless. Working in
aviation, Melanie had often seen these on the runway or in the sky
and knew the value to be somewhere between $50 and $60 million. She
had never been on one and although she had often flown business
class and occasionally first class with her flier miles, nothing
could compare to the absolute luxury aboard the custom designed
interior of this aircraft.
    "Do you like my ride?" Alex said
casually.
    "Where's the galley?" She asked.
    "The galley?" He seemed perplexed. "Oh, you
mean the kitchen area, of course. This aircraft may be a little
different to what you're used to. But don't worry, you'll soon get
used to it and feel right at home."
    Home was right. It was larger and more
spacious than her apartment. The fixtures and fittings were all the
most expensive, nothing had been spared. Unlike any aircraft she
had worked before, there were no rows of seats. Everything had been
taken out to form comfortable five-star dining arrangements, an
entertainment area with the largest flat screen TV she had ever
seen and a chill-out space that would put most people's living
rooms to shame.
    "The master bedroom is over here." He said,
indicating an area to the far end of the living spaces. "The other
bedrooms are adjacent."
    "This is really beautiful." She said.
"Where's the rest of the cabin crew?"
    "You're it!" He smiled. "Don't worry though,
it's just me and my brother and we're both low-maintenance. Just as
well, it isn’t all three of us. It’s little Drummond, the younger
one who’s got some crazy notions about himself. He’ll grow up
though."
    Sure. She thought. Two spoiled brat
billionaires on their own private jet. How