back of her skirt is stuck in her pantyhose, revealing a thong and a tattoo of an airplane on her left butt cheek.
I’m just about to warn her of this wardrobe malfunction when she turns back around to face me. “Economy passengers aren’t allowed in the first-class lavatories,” she says, frowning.
“As it turns out, I happen to be a first-class passenger. Not that you’ve noticed. Where’s all that elitist service touted in your glossy brochure?” I grab the handle to the lavatory. “Here’s a thought! Get that pout off your face and fix your skirt before the passengers in Coach get the wrong idea about the glories of First Class. We wouldn’t want them to think that one of the bennies is free membership in the Mile High Club, now would we?”
She opens her mouth to say something, but then thinks twice. Instead she huffs off.
If I’m not mistaken, there was a tear in her eye. Oh hell, I think I’ve made her cry. Well, too bad. I’m having my own pity party.
Oops! The lavatory door is unlocked, but it happens to be occupied—
By Dominic. He must be changing because his shirt is open and untucked, revealing the pecs and abs that have launched a thousand sighs.
He’s wearing nothing else, except his boxer briefs.
“Don’t leave,” he implores me through a sly smile. “There’s always room for one more.”
Hmmm . I think I know why the female flight attendant had her wardrobe malfunction.
At that very second the plane hits a hiccup, and I fall forward toward him. I give a little yelp when I realize what I’m leaning against ain’t a gun in his pocket —
He’s just very happy to see me.
Don’t….look…down…
Despite a burning desire to validate the one rumor (or should I say, fantasy) about Dominic Fleming that is most frequently and furiously bandied about the spook loops, I force myself to look him in the eye instead—not so easy to do, considering that he looms a head taller than me, and this darn lavatory is the size of a postage stamp.
As if reading my mind, he smiles down upon his God-given gift. “Yes, milady, it’s real—and it’s spectacular .”
The creak of the door is a welcomed interruption. I turn around to see—
Jack. He must have realized how upset I was, and followed in order to console me.
By the look on his face, he’s changed his mind. “Sorry, Donna. I had no idea you were on your way to a scheduled rendezvous.”
“Just practicing our covers for Eden Key, old boy.” Dominic smiles knowingly. “You’re welcome to join us. What do you say, Donna? Share and share alike?”
Jack goes at him so fast that it takes all my might to hold his arm before he can pummel the dimple in Dominic’s chin into oblivion.
As Dominic massages the pain out of his jaw, he mutters, “Ah, so the rumors are true! Touché, Donna dearest! You’ve effectively neutered my strongest competition for spydom’s Undercover Lover award.” He opens his arms wide. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone to kiss and make-up in private. By the way, I’ve found that the Kama Sutra pose known as the Divitala the most ideal for these situations.”
I hold Jack back from slamming the door on Dominic before it closes behind him.
Jack turns to me. “Seriously? This is the guy you want to partner with, on this mission?”
“No—I wanted to be with you !”
“Why didn’t you say something when you had the chance?”
“Because I—” Hmmm . Should I tell him the truth, that Dominic’s flirtations were flattering, and that I liked the fact it made Jack so jealous?
I can’t. I’m too ashamed. So instead I say, “Because he was the partner assigned to me. I…I guess there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
Beg me to do something about it. You know I will.
But begging isn’t Jack’s style. “You made the right choice. You’ll learn a lot from Dominic. I have a feeling you’ll also learn a lot about Dominic—including whether or not he
I’m just about to warn her of this wardrobe malfunction when she turns back around to face me. “Economy passengers aren’t allowed in the first-class lavatories,” she says, frowning.
“As it turns out, I happen to be a first-class passenger. Not that you’ve noticed. Where’s all that elitist service touted in your glossy brochure?” I grab the handle to the lavatory. “Here’s a thought! Get that pout off your face and fix your skirt before the passengers in Coach get the wrong idea about the glories of First Class. We wouldn’t want them to think that one of the bennies is free membership in the Mile High Club, now would we?”
She opens her mouth to say something, but then thinks twice. Instead she huffs off.
If I’m not mistaken, there was a tear in her eye. Oh hell, I think I’ve made her cry. Well, too bad. I’m having my own pity party.
Oops! The lavatory door is unlocked, but it happens to be occupied—
By Dominic. He must be changing because his shirt is open and untucked, revealing the pecs and abs that have launched a thousand sighs.
He’s wearing nothing else, except his boxer briefs.
“Don’t leave,” he implores me through a sly smile. “There’s always room for one more.”
Hmmm . I think I know why the female flight attendant had her wardrobe malfunction.
At that very second the plane hits a hiccup, and I fall forward toward him. I give a little yelp when I realize what I’m leaning against ain’t a gun in his pocket —
He’s just very happy to see me.
Don’t….look…down…
Despite a burning desire to validate the one rumor (or should I say, fantasy) about Dominic Fleming that is most frequently and furiously bandied about the spook loops, I force myself to look him in the eye instead—not so easy to do, considering that he looms a head taller than me, and this darn lavatory is the size of a postage stamp.
As if reading my mind, he smiles down upon his God-given gift. “Yes, milady, it’s real—and it’s spectacular .”
The creak of the door is a welcomed interruption. I turn around to see—
Jack. He must have realized how upset I was, and followed in order to console me.
By the look on his face, he’s changed his mind. “Sorry, Donna. I had no idea you were on your way to a scheduled rendezvous.”
“Just practicing our covers for Eden Key, old boy.” Dominic smiles knowingly. “You’re welcome to join us. What do you say, Donna? Share and share alike?”
Jack goes at him so fast that it takes all my might to hold his arm before he can pummel the dimple in Dominic’s chin into oblivion.
As Dominic massages the pain out of his jaw, he mutters, “Ah, so the rumors are true! Touché, Donna dearest! You’ve effectively neutered my strongest competition for spydom’s Undercover Lover award.” He opens his arms wide. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone to kiss and make-up in private. By the way, I’ve found that the Kama Sutra pose known as the Divitala the most ideal for these situations.”
I hold Jack back from slamming the door on Dominic before it closes behind him.
Jack turns to me. “Seriously? This is the guy you want to partner with, on this mission?”
“No—I wanted to be with you !”
“Why didn’t you say something when you had the chance?”
“Because I—” Hmmm . Should I tell him the truth, that Dominic’s flirtations were flattering, and that I liked the fact it made Jack so jealous?
I can’t. I’m too ashamed. So instead I say, “Because he was the partner assigned to me. I…I guess there’s nothing we can do about it now.”
Beg me to do something about it. You know I will.
But begging isn’t Jack’s style. “You made the right choice. You’ll learn a lot from Dominic. I have a feeling you’ll also learn a lot about Dominic—including whether or not he
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