Billionaire’s Fantasy

Traveling with an older billionaire pilot on his private jet was never on my list, especially not if he was hot.

I would never have gotten involved with him if I knew who he was.

But I was heartbroken and needed a distraction.

To clear my mind I went on a private jet trip to the Caribbean.

There is only one problem – the pilot.

He is rude, gruff, and demanding.

Being me, I try to embrace the good in him.

I can’t stop imagining how it would feel to lick the salt water from his tattooed skin.

Wait, stop, I think I’m getting lost.

Lost in his piercing blue eyes.

We will go our separate ways when the trip comes to an end.

Unless there is a business agreement that concerns us both.