Page 93 of Pandora's Pleasure
I gazed over the rows of seats ahead, looking for Damien, my concern rising when I didn’t see him. I approached the restroom door and knocked.
Becca poked her head out of the galley. “There’s no one in there.”
“I’m looking for Damien.”
“He’s up front.” She gestured to the cockpit.
“Talking with the pilot?”
“Usually we don’t allow that, but as it’s you.” She smiled at me.
“They won’t mind?”
“Of course not. This is his family’s jet. What time would you both like lunch?”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Great. I’ll put a menu where you’re sitting.”
“Thank you.” I reached out to shake her hand. “Pandora.”
“Becca.” She smiled brightly as she shook my hand, and then turned to tap on the cockpit door. “You have a visitor, sir. Ms. Bardot.”
There came a muffled voice through the door.
She pulled it open and gestured for me to step forward.
Peering inside the flight deck, my jaw dropped open. Damien was sitting in the pilot’s seat.
Wait.
What.
Another pilot sat to his right and both men were wearing headsets, looking supremely confident before the high-tech panel that was lit up before them. Lights were flashing and indicators blinking. The vast window stretched all the way around to reveal a flurry of clouds whipping by.
Damien looked over his shoulder at me. “How was take off?”
“Smooth?” I’d made it sound like a question. In shock, I watched him flick a switch on the panel. “You’re flying the plane!”
The pilot to his right gestured at Damien. “You didn’t know your man can fly?”
Yes, he’d probably mentionedsomethingabout it.
But this was surreal. “We’re in a passenger jet! I mean, it’s big.”
Damien laughed. “No complaints so far.”
“But this is a Dreamliner!” I burst out.
“Wait,” said Damien. “This isn’t a Cessna?”
The men both chuckled.
Feeling shocked, I realized that he’d been the one in charge of our take off.
The first time I’d met him I’d admittedly swooned, and that had been the last time he’d elicited that kind of response in me…until now.
It was sexy the way Damien had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to reveal firm muscled forearms as he handled the controls, chatting with air traffic control, using the lingo and showing no fear.
