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Girl on a Plane: A sexy, sassy, holiday read
Cassandra O’Leary
A sexy, sassy, summer read, perfect for fans of Rebecca Chance and Lindsey Kelk.CLIMB ON BOARD . . .When feisty Irish flight attendant Sinead Kennealy locks eyes with sexy Australian CEO Gabriel Anderson in First Class, sparks fly. But as they jet across the globe from Melbourne to London, it’s clear that they’re in for a turbulent journey . . .Stressed-out Gabriel doesn’t do relationships. And Sinead isn’t about to be fooled by another bad boy after escaping her stalker ex. Then a storm hits, causing the plane to land unexpectedly, and Sinead and Gabriel are thrown together in Singapore.The pressure rises as Sinead’s unhappy past threatens to catch up with her. But might Gabriel be the one to heal her heartbreak? If he could open up about his troubling secrets, maybe a relationship could actually get off the ground. Fasten your seatbelts – this WON’T be a smooth ride . . .
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Copyright © Cassandra O’Leary 2016
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Version 2016-06-10
For my husband, who has always supported my dreams and schemes, even when I was probably in La-La Land. And for my two beautiful little boys, who have shown me the world through fresh eyes and reminded me of the power of imagination.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u3e6e0fcb-ec58-5a3e-a589-6d73d7fb5665)
Title Page (#ub8bb644b-96e4-5c77-bf1d-01b6e93ce53b)
Copyright (#u9d5a1e1b-7a55-5b16-bef1-486b49131664)
Dedication (#u1ef68b51-06c2-5826-8f6b-aab08386d9a9)
Chapter One (#uf64e58b4-67ef-5ab8-a822-c2238f00d3ec)
Chapter Two (#u4e68b604-cb3b-5e07-9599-4dd775da8cf5)
Chapter Three (#u137c008e-88b2-5844-be5b-8f8f2c80424d)
Chapter Four (#ub0283531-ae26-5248-a460-d285b1643128)
Chapter Five (#ubb807eb3-6ca6-5586-90bd-e1d9edb1f063)
Chapter Six (#u8f03365d-b0df-575e-8292-f0fe9d73d50e)
Chapter Seven (#u942e7645-c6b2-5bce-a7df-83a9f0572b52)
Chapter Eight (#uafe42f29-8c04-5ddd-be21-aba3a2540b31)
Chapter Nine (#uc97b7989-f0cf-5bd0-9094-78b412e0d39a)
Chapter Ten (#u0a24d422-0fbe-56de-be61-d5c8b5e8a42b)
Chapter Eleven (#u2a709b39-0f93-5656-a1f2-cc1cc992f46e)
Chapter Twelve (#ua7e3714e-e01d-5e67-9c90-e9de00adbe7e)
Chapter Thirteen (#u4448b168-e63a-515b-bea7-65a38fb1edc2)
Chapter Fourteen (#ufc0ae988-c8f3-5131-a5e1-b04825097213)
Chapter Fifteen (#u00d624fa-c2d6-5d0e-b0e1-4cddae196054)
Chapter Sixteen (#ub8fa9f39-3615-50f7-be89-eac16995740a)
Chapter Seventeen (#uf177559a-94fc-5209-8537-1cbbbe327824)
Chapter Eighteen (#u5172904e-1500-5ca1-a35a-4d5a0c02edfb)
Chapter Nineteen (#u921dbd40-1626-5763-8f05-534d6397c35b)
Chapter Twenty (#ub631cada-905a-5847-838e-83316081915a)
Acknowledgements (#u379a9a4a-30f9-53aa-8295-b1b7193304e7)
About The Author (#udc62fa60-31cc-5d86-be38-cb9b313236d5)
About the Publisher (#u8a269dd5-fe0b-587c-a5e3-be67b4da88da)
CHAPTER ONE (#ua31ddf07-bd02-58d2-b33e-88c41d5b72ad)
Mermaid Airlines Flight 180, Melbourne to London
Showtime! Sinead Kennealy sucked in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. Time to get it over and done with. The molly-coddled first-class passengers wouldn’t entertain themselves, apparently.
She sensed her colleagues Yuki and Deanna on either side of her usual position, centre front of the cabin. Yuki flicked her shiny black ponytail over her shoulder and flipped on the PA system. The airline’s theme song, a hackneyed rendition of the “Macarena”, blared from the plane’s speakers.
Hey! Mermaid Airlines.
Sinead’s heart sank like a stone dropped in a bucket of water even as she plastered on the airline’s trademark happy smile. Her jaw ached with the enforced perkiness, all day long. It was only breakfast time and she had a crick in her neck. A few more hours and they’d land in Dubai. She might have time for a massage at the hotel spa.
She shimmied forward in a practised and synchronised routine. The move she hated. The booby shake. A couple of mature men eagerly watched her from their premium seats with an over-excited gleam in their eyes.
One of the men mumbled, “Shake it, baby!”
Heat crawled up her throat to her cheeks and she wanted to slink away to the bathroom. Surely she couldn’t die from embarrassment. But it was a close call.
How much more of this job could she take? As an eager twenty-one-year-old recruit with Mermaid Airlines (The funnest airline in the world! so the tag-line went) she’d been bouncing off the walls with glee. The travel! The glamour! The most exciting job ever. Five years on, either her patience had run out or her expectations had grown.
Shimmy, shimmy, shake!
She kicked her leg. Shook her hips. A grown woman. Fluent in French, German and English, plus a sprinkling of Gaelic. A first-aid expert. Calm in an emergency. She had some mad skills these days. She’d even talked down an over-zealous pilot keen to initiate her into the Mile High Club. But look at her shaking her money-maker. Was it too much to ask for something more challenging?
Shimmy, shimmy, kick!
While she was ranting, why didn’t her male colleagues ever have to shake their tails to keep the high-flying passengers happy? Fecking Damian smirked at her over the passengers’ heads, from the rear of the cabin. Skiving off again. She gave him the evil eye, a slight pinch of her eyebrows the passengers wouldn’t notice. But he sure noticed, and scurried away like a little mouse back to the galley where he was meant to be preparing breakfast. She’d deal with him later.
Shimmy, kick!
She bowed. Enthusiastic applause from the whole cabin drowned out the roaring engines as the music died. She grabbed the microphone from Yuki.
“Thanks ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Mermaid Airlines flight 180 from Melbourne to London via Dubai. We will be serving breakfast shortly. In the meantime, please watch this short safety video.”
Mirroring the gestures in the safety video, she pointed out the nearest exits. Her arms went off on their own merry way, demonstrating on auto-pilot. A yawn rose up in her throat. So tired. She could have shut her eyes and slept where she stood. But her lips stretched upwards, and she nodded at the passengers in front of her.
A mixed bunch today. Business people mostly. One younger man in dark glasses who might have been a football player. Yuki would know, she was always up to speed on celebrities. Older Aussie gentleman in 5K, already showing signs of downing too many beers in the airport bar. And it was only eight o’clock in the morning. The heckler. She’d keep her eye on him.
She held up the airline’s safety card and waved in the direction of the oxygen masks.
A couple of other passengers stood out. Young professional-looking mother in 16G, dressed all in black, travelling alone with her baby. Was she wearing a Chanel suit? A different world, these rich people lived in. Who wore Chanel when they travelled? Let alone when they’d likely be covered in baby vomit in no time at all?
No matter, the bub was bound to annoy the first and business travellers. She’d help out by holding the baby when Mummy needed to go to the bathroom. He looked a sweet little thing. The random baby cuddles were a definite perk of the job.
She glanced towards Deanna. Her friend was well into robot mode, her dark eyes bright and blank.
Sinead scanned the rest of her passengers, letting her gaze slide over the business people who all looked much the same. Except …
Well, hello there.
Shockingly handsome young man with a perfectly sculpted face, full, kissable lips, sparkling blue eyes and dark blonde hair in 3A. Her belly fluttered and flipped. She was experiencing mild turbulence. Because of him? Her gaze tracked down his long, lean form, from broad shoulders to slim hips under a sharply cut suit. The man knew how to wear a suit.
And the man stared directly at her with intent—anyone would think he wanted to pounce on her and eat her alive. Yowza. Her stomach performed its own little dance and flipped over in the most peculiar way. As if she was falling.
Her hands formed into fists at her side and she sucked in a soothing deep breath. She was all hot then cold, goosebumps pebbling down her arms. The last thing she needed was another man who wanted to own her. But not all muscular and fit men were like Padraig. She’d left her mad ex-boyfriend years and thousands of miles away. Why couldn’t he stay there, out of sight, out of mind?
Don’t engage the crazy. Calm blue ocean. The image of a tropical Thai beach popped into her mind and calm washed over her like gentle waves against the shore.
She was still staring at Mr Hot Stuff in 3A. Rubbing her arms, she hastily looked away.
It was nearly time for the coffee and tea service, not the time for the distraction of a handsome man with a James Bond-ish air about him. Who looked like he would be able to handle himself … and a woman too.
What would it feel like, to let him handle her? Oh, Lord. She had a sneaking suspicion it would feel mighty fine. Heat crept up her throat and surged across her cheeks. The last thing she needed was a blush lighting up her face like an emergency beacon.
She lowered her arms and finished up the safety demo. And stood there staring for a few seconds too long. She’d better catch up to Yuki and get the beverage cart stocked. Time to crack on.
Gabriel cocked his head to one side and stared as her skin changed from pale porcelain to hot pink. The platinum blonde flight attendant was having some kind of reaction to him. Damned if he could tell whether it was good or bad. He gripped the iPad tighter in one hand where it balanced on his lap, as her red glossy mouth popped open and she inhaled deeply.
He’d first noticed her at the boarding gate, walking away from him towards the large wall of windows overlooking the runway. Her body had been framed in silhouette – the outline of long, slim legs and a shapely backside in her tight skirt drew his gaze and fired his imagination.
She seemed so confident and in control, a woman to be reckoned with. It had been a while since he’d met a sexy woman who wasn’t a complete pushover. Someone to spar with. He let the idea percolate as she headed off towards the staff area, behind the curtain at the front of the plane. The sway of her hips as she walked down the aisle was definitely some of the best inflight entertainment he’d seen in a long time.
He stopped gawking and let his gaze drop to his iPad and the designs for his company’s new travel blog. Something was off with the style but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The main Global Village website was doing fantastic business, especially since his deal with the major airlines flying through the Asian region.
But the demands from the board and shareholders were taking a toll. He rubbed his right temple with his forefinger, tiny circles, round and round. There was pressure to expand the business too quickly, pressure to push into new markets, and the constant pressure to make more money.
He’d commissioned a cutting-edge digital advertising agency to develop the new Asia blog. But they weren’t getting it right. What the hell was going on? He’d have to step in. Talk to the designers, get them to start from scratch. As if he didn’t have enough on his to-do list.
It was so hard to let go.
After starting a business fresh out of university and building it into a global brand, it wasn’t so easy to hand over the reins. Now the business was expanding from his home city of Melbourne to London. He should have stepped back and allowed the new Europe and Asia-Pacific regional managers to do their jobs. Instead he was on a flight to London to supervise the set-up phase for the new office.
He wasn’t sure he should have left his Mum, even if it was only two weeks. He’d promised to always be there for her. The guilt and stress threatened to devour him if he let it take over. He pushed it down till his gut ached. He needed a break. Some downtime to decompress.
It had been so long since he’d been on a proper holiday. Gabriel pictured the top of the range surfboard stashed somewhere in his Mum’s house. He’d love to take off surfing and drop-out for a while. Not likely in sunny London in February. He could try to take a weekend trip to Spain or down the coast back home. Surfing was the only personal time he seemed to get these days.
The other flight attendant pushed the drinks cart down the aisle and stopped beside his seat. She was pretty with her black glossy hair and even blacker eyes. Wide eyes. She looked younger than the other hostess. Yuki, he read on her name tag. He’d have a bit of fun with her, cheer himself up. He liked to flirt, hopefully she’d be into it too.
“Coffee or tea this morning?” Yuki asked.
“Let’s see. Is the coffee likely to be any good? On a scale from one to ten—one being sludge scraped off the bottom of the Yarra River to ten being nectar of the gods—how would you rate it, Yuki?”
She blinked, pausing for a second. “Ah, I believe the coffee is good, Sir. Would you like a cup?”
He raised his eyebrow. She was no fun. “You didn’t answer my question. If you give it a six or higher I’ll try it.”
“Right. I’d give it a six or seven.” Yuki poured the cup of coffee and set it on a small plastic tray, ready to pass across to him. He waved it away.
The tall blonde approached behind Yuki to help with the drinks service. His eyes instantly snapped to hers and then his gaze moved lower, to the name tag pinned above her perfectly round, high breasts. Wicked thoughts flitted through his mind, which she could obviously read in his expression. A pinched crease formed between her eyebrows, then her tongue darted out and licked across her soft-looking lower lip. Half-annoyed, half-interested?
Sinead. He noted her name in his memory bank. She had a musical Irish lilt in her accent when she’d made the announcement over the PA. Very sexy.
“Can I be of assistance?” Sinead’s voice was a little husky. Very sexy indeed.
Yuki nodded to Sinead and stepped past her, continuing to serve the next passenger.
