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low-maintenance will
that be? Just as well, it’s only these two. Three of these guys?
Even for twelve grand, I don’t think I could handle that for ten
days.
    "How about the flight crew?" She asked,
staying work focused.
    "You're looking at him."
    Her jaw dropped.
    "Well, not just me. There's my brother too.
In fact, he's a little more into flying than I am, so he'll be in
the cockpit most of the time. It's a fairly straight run
through."
    What the hell had she been roped into? Just
her, alone, no crew, and no pilots other than the two most powerful
men she had ever met in her life. Talk about an imbalance of power.
In addition, she was feeling all hot and bothered about this one.
Was it a dream come true or a nightmare?
    "Is there somewhere I can freshen up?" She
needed a moment or two alone just to compose herself. The truth was
that she had missed her morning routine and badly needed a
shower.
    "Sure," he said, "let me show you. You can
use the en-suite area from the master bedroom. There are others but
this is the nicest and since you are going to be the prettiest
member of our flight crew, I think it only right that you should
have full use."
    It was yet another inappropriate comment but
still she couldn't help blush just a little bit. Here was this
Grade-A hunk, charming as hell and richer than God, paying her
compliments. She would have to pinch herself to wake up!
    Sure enough, the bathroom was beautiful.
There was even a hot tub! Melanie hadn't been in one in years. Her
crappy little apartment didn't even have a bathtub, let alone a hot
tub and even her shower was intermittently functional at best.
    "Take all the time you need," Alex said,
"we're just waiting for the pilot and then we can pick a time slot
for when we want to leave. We're kind of on our own schedule here.
You can even grab a shower or take a bath if you want to. I'll let
you know when we're ready for takeoff." Melanie smiled awkwardly as
Alex closed the door gently behind him. She was having trouble
relating normally to all this power and luxury. Private jets and
personal schedules at the airport. This was just ridiculous.
    She thought about taking a bath but soon
discarded that idea. He had only been joking, right? Still, a
shower would be good. In fact, it was essential. She desperately
needed to freshen up before things got under way.
    She began to undress, carefully folding her
uniform to keep it immaculate for her passengers. She tied up her
hair to keep it dry while she showered and then removed her
underwear. Luckily, she had chosen something attractive and not too
cheap that morning.
    Jesus, what difference does that make? She
caught herself. What am I, a teenager at the prom? I don’t intend
stripping down to my drawers for either of these guys, no matter
who they are!
    The shower felt good. The warm water was
even and the force of the flow was strong, causing her skin to
tingle and making her feel fresh and revitalized. She caught
herself imagining what it would be like to share a shower with her
boss, the man who usually used this bathroom. He was tall and
broad; would they even fit into it together? Their bodies would be
forced into tight proximity. They would have to touch each other
just to get clean.
    God, it had been so long since she felt male
hands on her that weren’t attached to some old businessman copping
a feel on some late-night flight.
    Her eyes were closed as the warm water
cascaded down the curves of her body. She began to massage the
expensive shower gel into her breasts and legs, gradually coming to
her inner thighs, and lower abdomen.
    "What are you doing in here?"
    Melanie nearly fell over in the shower as
the booming male voice challenged her.
    "Oh my God!" She shrieked. Then she realized
she had nowhere to turn. The shower door was curved Perspex with
only a thin frosted floral and leaf design to barely obscure her.
Luckily, the shower had generated a lot of steam in there too.
    It was Alex and he was just standing