Page 13 of What Happens in Paradise

We’d barely been here together for half an hour and already I found myself drawn to him. I was treading on very dangerous ground.

When we stopped outside the business lounge, Alejandro’s eyes widened.

‘I cannot believe we are travelling business class,’ he whispered.

‘We work for the Love Hotel: one of the most luxurious resorts in the world. Everything they do is first class and we’re going to help them set up a luxury hotel in Jamaica, so it’s important that we experience what it feels like to travel in style. Consider it market research.’ I smiled.

‘Very true. I am glad that I will finally become a member of the Mile High Club.’ He grinned.

‘What?’ My eyebrows shot up.

‘I will finally be travelling business class – which is like first class. That is being a part of the Mile High Club, no?’

‘Erm.’ I stifled a giggle. ‘No. The Mile High Club is somethingcompletelydifferent… It’s for…’ I looked him in the eye, then quickly looked away. God, he was beautiful. It was going to be difficult to explain the meaning whilst staring at him, because I knew part of me would be wishing we really could join that club.Together. ‘The Mile High Club is for people who have sex on planes whilst it’s in the air.’

‘Fuck!’ He laughed, then chuckled again as he realisedfuckwas a very accurate description. ‘I did not realise! I told you that I make mistakes with my English!’

‘It’s fine! At least now you know that’s not the club that you’ll be joining during this trip.’

‘Well, it is a long flight. Anything could happen.’ His eyes darkened and a bolt of desire raced through me.

I’d never considered having sex on a plane. The toilets were impossibly small and cramped. There was barely enough room for one person, so how two people could manage getting jiggy in there was beyond me. Not to mention the fact that it was highly inappropriate and could result in being chucked off the plane or even arrested.

It wasextremelyirresponsible.

So why was I currently picturing Alejandro pushing me up against the bathroom sink and burying himself inside me?

The shrill ring of my phone brought me back to my senses. I tore my gaze away from Alejandro’s hypnotic eyes and pulled out my mobile, grateful for the interruption.

It was Stella.Thank God.

‘I need to get this,’ I said. ‘You go on through to the lounge. Just show your boarding pass. I’ll meet you in there.’

‘Vale.’ He nodded to confirm that it was okay.

I quickly walked away from the lounge, then once I’d double-checked the coast was clear, I answered the call.

‘Hi!’ I said.

‘Hey!’ Stella replied brightly. ‘I got your message. You said you were in London last night and were staying over to catch a flight today?’

I’d been so busy doing the handover with the other Love Alchemists and making sure my last group of guests returned home okay that I’d only remembered to message her when I arrived in London.

‘My boss is sending me on a work trip to Jamaica. With Alejandro.’

‘Oh my God! That’s amazing! What time do you go?’

‘In about an hour and a half. I’m at the airport now.’

‘Shame we didn’t get to see you. I’m so jealous! I’d love to go back to Jamaica. I know Max would like to visit too.’

‘Shame we can’t swap places.’

‘I don’t get it. Why would younotwant to go?’

‘Because, as you’ve annoyingly pointed out a few times, I like Alejandro. And I’m going to Jamaica to work. But how am I supposed to concentrate with him around?’

‘How long’s the trip?’

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