Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators #1) - Melody Anne Page 0,30

Amy and Henry as she bolted past the counter and out to the main corridor.

Her heart beating madly, she made her way toward the gate. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was running, or if it was because she was going to see Cooper again. If it was the latter, she was in more trouble than she’d thought.

While frantically heading toward Captain Armstrong’s gate, Stormy’s mind wandered as she imagined him thanking her in all sorts of ways for saving his flight.

She moved quickly through the crowd.

Gate A7 . . . Gate A8 . . . There it is!

“Gate A6!” she blurted as she rounded the corner to the Trans Pacific corridor.

Suddenly she found herself in an area of the airport unlike the familiar sight and scent of a Sea-Tac coffee shop. The walls were adorned with Trans Pacific logos, big blue letters embossed with red and gold. The employees were dressed to the nines in their sharp uniforms. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling utterly out of place.

“I’m . . . looking . . . for . . . Captain . . . Armstrong,” Stormy wheezed, straining to get the words out with what little breath she had left to speak to the gate agent standing behind the podium.

Before the agent could respond, Stormy heard a deep voice behind her.

“I’ll take that off your hands.” Stormy turned around to see the man of the hour standing with his coat hanging over his shoulder and a smile on his face.

“I thought this might be one of those ‘don’t forget’ type of things,” she responded, still out of breath with her bangs lightly sweeping across her forehead, drawing attention to the tiny beads of sweat forming beneath them.

It was hard for her to hide her sense of accomplishment. She smiled brightly, the gaze of her eyes betraying the secrets of her ridiculous crush on the man who didn’t deserve her attention.

“Yes, I would get in just a bit of trouble for leaving it behind,” he told her.

Dang it. She really needed to get herself a little more under control. Trying to adjust her breathing, she realized there was no more reason to keep standing there with this man.

“Well, you have your bag,” she began as she took a step back. “I better get back to work now . . .” The sentence trailed off.

“Thank you. I’m sorry I pulled you away from the coffee shop,” he said. “Is there anything I can do for you in return?”

Well, you can work your magic with that magnificent tongue of yours . . . That wasn’t what she said out loud.

“No, of course not. I’m just doing the best I can in my customer service job,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.

“I do appreciate good customer service,” he said with a laugh as he leaned toward her. Like a magnet, she felt herself wanting to touch him. It took a lot of willpower to stop.

His eyes narrowed, and she could feel the waves of pheromones coming off the man. If only she didn’t have firsthand knowledge of what it was like when he sank deep inside her body . . . A shudder ripped through her as she moistened her dry lips. The action drew his gaze to her mouth, which made her moisten her lips again. She swore she heard a growl escape his throat, but she wouldn’t bet money on it. She had to be mistaken.

It looked as if Cooper was about to speak again, but then a gate agent abruptly interrupted the conversation. “Captain, we need you on board now if we’re going to get this flight out on time. We need to close the door.”

Just short of shoving, the gate agent ushered Cooper through the Jetway door and slammed it shut behind him. Stormy found herself standing there looking at the empty doorway.

Turn around, she commanded herself. What the hell?

Looking down at Stormy over her purple reading glasses while pecking away at her keyboard, the gate agent said, “Sorry, sugar, someone has to keep this airline running like clockwork. My name’s Meredith, by the way. Fifteen years I’ve seen love find its wings in this terminal. Don’t worry, he’ll be back about nine tonight, Gate A3.”

Meredith was an attractive woman, somewhere between the ages of forty and fifty. She had a no-nonsense aura about her, but also projected the nurturing of a mother, in tune to everyone and everything around her.

“Nice to meet you, Meredith. I’m Stormy.” She spoke