Chapter 2

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I returned to the cabin, making sure every passenger was secured and wearing their oxygen masks properly.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, displaying the massive confirmation notification. A sly smile tugged at my lips.

After working this job for only a month, I had figured out the golden rule: show enough skin, and the cash rolls in.

If I played my cards right, I could even land a wealthy sugar daddy.

To make teasing men effortless, I never wore a padded bra, only thin silicone covers under my uniform.

Beneath my short skirt, I wore crotchless stockings and a thong that left nothing to the imagination whenever I bent over.

Whenever I picked a target, I would pretend to spill a drink on him, leading him to a private space to indulge his fantasies.

The cramped crew dressing room had a plush bench that was just wide enough for two bodies tangled together.

I preferred night flights because they were packed with powerful executives flying out for urgent business deals, throwing around tens of thousands without blinking.

My sales and tips skyrocketed, sometimes bringing in dozens of transactions a day, never less than six figures a week.

Then there were the men traveling with their wives.

Sneaking around with their husbands right under their noses gave me an intoxicating rush of adrenaline.

My phone rang again, but this time it was not a male customer. It was Mrs. Brooks, a regular who always left me glowing five-star reviews.

"Mrs. Brooks, heading out to another summit in New York?"

I answered with the utmost politeness. "Please let me know if there is anything you need during the flight."

"Alyssa, thank you so much for making that herbal soup for my stomach last time..."

I rolled my eyes inwardly, but kept my voice angelic. "Always happy to help, ma'am! Don't forget to leave five stars!"

In the galley, my body felt restless and achy after being cut off mid-session.

I leaned against the counter, squeezing my legs together and biting my thumb in frustration.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

"I wondered why you didn't answer my call button. Turns out you're here taking care of yourself."

A warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin behind my ear.

My pupils dilated, and a sudden wave of heat surged through my veins, making my knees buckle.

Smack!

He landed a sharp swat right across my rear, nearly making me gasp out loud.

"Naughty little thing."

Brett chuckled darkly, forcing my weak body down onto my knees before him.

"You promised me the deluxe package, but I had to come hunting for you! Use your mouth and satisfy me, or you're getting a terrible review!"

I yielded immediately, using my teeth to tug down his zipper with practiced ease.

When his slacks fell completely, I sucked in a sharp breath.

It had been too dark in the cabin earlier to notice just how huge and muscular he was.

Just as I leaned in, heavy footsteps approached from outside the galley.

The footsteps grew closer. Shit, someone was coming!

Panic surged through me as I looked around frantically for a hiding spot.

I spotted a large storage locker, grabbed Brett by his arm, shoved him inside, and scrambled in right after him!

The galley door creaked open, and Mrs. Brooks stepped in. "Hello? Anyone here?"

She walked closer to the cabinet. I clamped a hand over my mouth, terrified of breathing.

Brett, on the other hand, loved the thrill and slid his rough hand beneath my skirt.

His fingers squeezed my bare cheeks mercilessly through the thin fabric.

I could feel the slick heat pooling between my thighs.

Frustration and arousal spiked to my brain. I glared at him in the darkness, but he only grinned wickedly, moving his fingers even more aggressively.

"Keep quiet," he whispered against my lips. "Unless you want her to hear."

Trapped in the cramped cabinet, our skin pressed tightly together without release was sheer torture.

I shifted slightly, accidentally knocking over an empty glass in the corner!

"What was that?" Mrs. Brooks gasped outside, her shadow stretching toward our locker.

I froze in sheer terror. I was going to get fired on the spot...

Right then, Mrs. Brooks's phone rang loudly. She paused, turned around, and walked out of the galley to answer it.

I let out a long breath of relief.

Brett scowled in the dark corner. "Are you really that scared of getting caught?"

"Go wait for me in the dressing cabin, please," I pleaded softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "If I get fired, you won't get any more of these VIP perks!"

He couldn't move freely in the cramped locker anyway, so after some sweet talk, he grunted and headed off toward the dressing cabin.