Girl on a Plane: A sexy, sassy, holiday read. Cassandra O’Leary

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      Then another text popped up.

       WHORE.

      She sucked in a breath like she was being pulled underwater, drowning, gasping for air. It was from an unknown number. But she knew who sent it. Her whole body knew. Her fingers trembled as she deleted it and dropped the phone on the bed. She couldn’t deal with it now. When would he move on and leave her alone? It had been years. She couldn’t deal with him. Not again.

      Needing a distraction, she explored the rest of the suite, especially her ensuite bathroom. An expanse of white marble tiles led to a massive, glass-walled shower with two massage-type shower heads. There was an inviting designer bathtub which looked like a sculpture of a giant egg and it called Sinead with its siren song. But what if she fell asleep in the tub? She’d miss work, if not risk drowning. The fancy shower would have to do. She stripped off her uniform and tossed it across an armchair near the bed.

      She reached for the cotton balls to remove her mask of work makeup. A door slammed, so loud and so close, she jumped.

       Jayzus!

      She wrapped herself in a towel, then dashed in her bare feet on the slippery floor out of the bathroom. Catapulting through the bathroom doorway into the bedroom, she came to a stop near the bed, only to be confronted by a man. A tall, blonde and looming man, standing beside her bed.

      It was the passenger again. The dishy ride of a man. The coffee nut. Gabriel. A moment ticked by, pure stunned silence as she stared at him, and he stared right back.

      She clutched her towel, then screamed bloody murder.

      “You! What in the name of all things holy are you doing in my suite?”

      “Your suite? This is my suite.” He waved his key card around and dumped his overnight bag by his feet. As if that proved anything.

      “Look here. I’m about to have a shower in my suite. I’ve half a mind to call hotel security right now. Explain yourself.”

      “I can see you’re going in the shower,” he paused, but made no effort to hide the way his eyes slid right under her towel as he mentally undressed her. “I’ll call the concierge and sort it out.”

      “You can get out while you do it.” She placed her hands on her hips. The towel slipped slightly.

      “I don’t think so. You can’t kick me out of my own suite.”

      “My suite. Mine! Get out!” Lord, was the man actually crazy?

      “Settle down, sweetheart. Why don’t you put some clothes on and lose the attitude?”

      Her attitude? What about his? Busting into her room, then telling her what to do. “Why don’t you bite me?”

      “Feisty. If I thought you really meant it, I’d bite you all right.” His eyes twinkled in such a playful way, all the fight went out of her.

      Sinead huffed out a breath and sagged down onto the bed. The interloper took it as his cue to sit next to her. She stared, hardly believing his audacity. The bloody cheek of it. Then he picked up his phone and called the concierge as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

      “Hello, this is Gabriel Anderson. I just checked in and there’s a mix-up with my suite. There’s a woman in here.” He laughed, low and throaty.

      Everything under her towel clenched and tingled. That’s all she needed. Traitorous libido, getting all uppity.

      He glanced at her and grinned. “No, I didn’t order a woman.”

      “You cheeky bastard …”

      “No, I don’t know her. Except from the flight. She works for the airline.” He paused and she tried to listen in to the voice babbling on the other end of the phone. “I see. The airline usually books the suites in case of emergency. Double booking. Right. We’ll discuss it. I’ll get back to you.”

      Gabriel’s expression lit up with the kind of smile which could melt her knickers. If she’d been wearing any.

      “We both have a valid booking. You, through the airline, and me, through my corporate account. I guess we’re stuck here together,” he said with a shrug, as if this were a perfectly acceptable situation.

      “You guess wrong. You have thirty seconds to get out before I call security and scream ‘stalker’.” Sinead stood and marched towards the door, holding her towel firmly across her breasts. She opened the suite’s door and waved him out into the hall. “Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight …”

      He raised his hands in the air. “Okay, I’m going. But you’ll see me again soon.” His grin was infuriating.

      She rolled her eyes. “Not if I can help it.”

      “Sooner rather than later, sweetheart.”

      He walked through the door and she slammed it in his smug, sexy face. Her towel dropped to the floor and she groaned in frustration. All kinds. The I’ve-had-enough-of-this-day kind and definitely the I-haven’t-had-sex-in-a-year and I-can-feel-it-all-over-my-naked-body kind. Time for a shower. She scooped up her towel from the floor, checked the door lock and retreated to the luxurious bathroom. She locked that door too.

      Many long minutes later, she emerged dripping wet, clean and refreshed, but feeling ever-so-slightly dirty. It was one of the best showers of her life. She may have fantasised about a certain blonde man with a grumpy disposition. Gabriel. She loved his name. But she didn’t understand why she was attracted to him when he was so annoying. It hardly mattered now. It was unlikely she’d see him again. He probably had the means to rent a hundred suites and then charter a private jet out of Singapore.

      Would they have liked each other if they’d had time to talk? She’d have liked to get to know him, intimately. Up close and personal. There was no point in denying it. And he’d been helpful on the plane when the heckler was giving her trouble. He’d watched her during the flight, then again in the lounge. His gaze almost searing her, sending sparks flying willy-nilly through her body. Then he had to go and ruin it by being a grumpy-pants. As she towelled her skin dry, the ache of lingering want low in her belly bothered her.

      It had been a long time since she’d last touched a man. Over a year since her ex-boyfriend, Brian The Banker, left. Even before they broke it off, they hadn’t been together often. With their busy work schedules, it was amazing they’d managed to get together every few weeks. She’d known it hadn’t been working, even before he pulled the plug by announcing he was moving to New York. Brian hadn’t suggested she go with him and she hadn’t broached the subject either. Since then, she’d been footloose and fancy-free, and more than a little lonely.

      She stood naked in front of the large bathroom mirror and applied a few dabs of an expensive perfume sample, a freebie on the bathroom vanity. In the mirror, her reflected body looked pretty good. Not bad. Not as taut as she was at twenty-one, but slim and tall, with decent breasts and pretty nice hair.

      Why did she have so much trouble meeting a man who wanted a real relationship with her? It was what she wanted, eventually. But she wasn’t even seeing anyone. No man had sparked her interest for years, Brian included. She’d СКАЧАТЬ