Turbulent Intentions (Billionaire Aviators #1) - Melody Anne Page 0,31
softly and was clearly embarrassed. It was as though Meredith had been reading her thoughts since she arrived at the gate.
She hadn’t realized she was that obvious. She really hoped she hadn’t come across as desperate. “I’m not looking for love and I’m definitely not taking any flights with the captain,” Stormy finished as she smiled and then turned to walk back to the coffee shop.
“Mmm-hmm, you watch yourself with those flyboys. If you’re looking for something other than rolling around in the hay, it’s best you stay clear of this terminal.” Meredith giggled and shook her head as she continued to feverishly peck away at her keyboard. Stormy chose to ignore the comment and continued walking away.
As she made her way back to the shop and began her daily duties all over again, her mind was in a fog. She couldn’t figure out what exactly had happened. Had her normally sarcastic customer suddenly turned soft? And what did it matter to her anyway?
She was sure he simply felt responsible because of almost getting her fired, but why the sudden turnaround?
“You won’t believe what happened,” Stormy uttered with excitement the first chance she got to speak to Amy.
“What is it?”
“He was nice today. I mean really nice! I’m sure I’m mistaking his intentions, and there’s more to the story than I’m willing to share at the moment, but it was sort of an okay feeling to have him act like a normal guy instead of a pompous baboon.”
“Yeah, they sometimes get extra nice when they think there’s a chance they’re about to close the deal,” her friend warned.
That took a bit of her happiness away because Stormy realized Amy was probably right. Stormy had been a bit starry-eyed today and the good captain couldn’t have missed it. Dang it. It would have been nice to enjoy her five seconds of happiness.
Their conversation got interrupted when customers began appearing. The sound of the espresso machine steaming milk and the sudden rush of patrons effectively put an end to the discussion, and the two women found themselves constantly busy.
The day continued, and it seemed that due to delayed flights, the flow of passengers would never end. Stormy was serving coffee after coffee, mocha after mocha, and it felt like two o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.
Just as the last customer in line was being served and Stormy began cleaning up, a familiar voice was heard over the sound of running water.
“Stormy, we’re slammed with these delayed flights, we need you to stay until nine.” It was Henry.
“I have to go home early. I have an appointment.”
Stormy’s initial reaction was frustration with the thought of the day’s drudgery lasting even longer. No sooner did her heart sink with disappointment, though, than it dawned on her that she might just have a chance to get a glimpse of Cooper again if she were there. Before she could change her mind though, Henry spoke.
“You can leave,” he said with a snap. “But then leave your badge and uniform.” He turned and walked away, assuming she was going to do what he wanted.
His actions made her want to quit right there on the spot. He didn’t have the right to tell her she must work a double or get the heck out of there. Damn, it would be nice when the day came that she could tell this man to shove his job where the sun didn’t shine.
The rest of the day really did pass in a blur, though, and she even found herself jotting out a new ring design on a napkin during her lunch break, but even so Stormy was soon dead on her feet. When it was coming close to closing time, a particularly nasty passenger who had missed his flight came into the place.
“Give me a triple shot mocha and make it hot.”
“Would you like room for cream?” she asked, barely even able to stand at this point, let alone smile.
“Did I ask for cream?” he snapped.
“No, sir,” she responded through gritted teeth.
“Then just do your menial job and make my damn coffee,” he said, looking down at his phone and furiously typing something on the screen.
Though it took all of Stormy’s final bits of patience, she made the coffee and pushed it across the counter toward the man. He picked it up and then felt the steaming cup for a moment before setting it back down and ripping off the lid.
“Does this feel hot to you?” he yelled, making her jump.