Three Wicked Days

by Trista Ann Michaels

  Three Wicked Days

  Trista Ann Michaels

  Published 2014

  ISBN: 978-1-62210-116-0

  Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © Published 2014, Trista Ann Michaels. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Blurb

  When Kayla’s job as a flight attendant leaves her stuck in a tropical paradise for three days, she should be ecstatic. Instead, she has to work even harder to avoid Steve, the gorgeous pilot she’s always refused to even give the time of day to because of his reputation. Steve’s womanizing ways strike too close to home, and Kayla refuses to let her lust override his reputation.

  Steve has had the hots for Kayla from the day he first laid eyes on her, but he hasn’t found a way to get past the cold shoulder she always seems to have just for him. He hopes their unexpected vacation will give him the chance he needs to show her he’s not the man she thinks he is.

  When they finally acknowledge their mutual physical desire, they agree to a tropical fling to get each other out of their system. They’ll have three days with no emotions involved and no strings attached, and then it’s back to their normal lives. Kayla is intent on holding up her end of the bargain, but for Steve, it’s much harder. When he begins to suspect his feelings run deeper than just physical attraction, he has to figure out how to convince her that the rumors about him aren’t true and that he can be the man she needs.

  Chapter 1

  “We have four days in paradise. What’s the plan?”

  Kayla smiled at her best friend, roommate, and fellow flight attendant, Jordan Mills. He was a lot of fun and so much easier to talk to than most women. He always told her what she needed to hear, good or bad.

  “Lots of relaxation on the beach.” She sighed.

  Jordan nodded. “I could use some work on my tan.” He eyed her skeptically. “And so could you.”

  “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.”

  Jordan laughed and stuffed the blanket back into the first-class overhead compartment. “I hope you brought that skimpy two piece number of yours. We’ll be sharing the beach with sexy captain you-know-who.”

  Kayla pressed her lips into a firm line. “Don’t start, Jordan.”

  “Start what?” he asked. “I wasn’t going to mention how you watch every move he makes or how he stares at you like a dieter stares at a chocolate bar.”

  She let loose a loud sigh. “He’s not my type.”

  “Since when is tall, blond, and gorgeous not your type?”

  “Since he’s the captain of this plane, as well as one of the biggest womanizers in the airline industry. Besides, you know how I feel about getting involved with pilots. I want a boyfriend that will actually be home more than twelve days a month.”

  “I’m not talking about a relationship, sweetheart,” Jordan purred and handed her an empty cup from the back of a seat. “I’m talking about sex. Hot. Wild. Sex. I’ve heard some of the women talk and from what I hear, he’s the man.”

  Shaking her head, she tied the trash bag. Passengers had disembarked several minutes ago and they were taking care of last minute clean up while they waited on maintenance to pick up the plane. The unexpected breakdown had left them with a four day layover, which was fine by her. She’d never been to Jamaica, so she was looking forward to sightseeing.

  Unfortunately, Jordan was bound and determined to either get her fixed up with the infamous Captain Steve Hawkins or at least get her to admit she had the hots for him.

  Oh, God, did she have the hots for him. She’d never admitted that to anyone, even Jordan.

  Steve stood a couple of inches over six feet and had the most seductive green eyes she’d ever seen. Combine that with his dark blond hair and muscular build, he was one hell of a package. And he knew it.

  Nothing like an arrogant man to ruin the image.

  “How good he is in bed is irrelevant. He’s a pilot and I don’t date or sleep with pilots. Period. End of discussion,” she said firmly and closed the first-class closet. “Captain Hawkins is off limits, no matter how gorgeous he is.”

  “Girl,” Jordan admonished, “you need your head examined.”

  * * * *

  Steve stood just inside the cockpit door and grinned. So the untouchable Kayla thought he was gorgeous. He’d secretly had the hots for her since the first day he met her. When an opening became available for a first-class flight attendant, he’d recommended her. It wasn’t just because he wanted her closer to him, he knew she would make a good one and he’d been right.

  Her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and luscious figure usually made her the first thing the male passengers noticed when they stepped on board. Her sweet voice and outgoing personality always kept them at ease.

  Unfortunately he was never the recipient of that sweet side he liked so much.

  With him, she was all business and professional. She never once rose to his bait or even acted as though she caught on he was flirting with her. He was almost ready to throw in the towel, until he overheard her conversation with Jordan. If she was attracted to him physically, there was hope.

  He shook his head at himself, unable to believe he was actually standing here hanging on to her every word. He could have most any woman he wanted. Unfortunately, the woman he wanted most was the one woman who gave him the cold shoulder. Was that the attraction? Was it the challenge?

  He didn’t think so, and he wanted the opportunity to find out.

  “What’s so interesting?” his first officer, Carl Scott, asked.

  Steve put his finger against his lips. “I’m listening to Kayla and Jordan.”

  “What do you care what a gay guy has to say about you?” The amusement in his voice was obvious, and Steve smacked the back of his head.

  “I care about what Kayla has to say.”

  “And what does she have to say?”

  Steve smiled. “She thinks I’m gorgeous.”

  “Her and every other woman that’s been within five feet of you.”

  “You sound a little jealous, Carl.” Steve snickered, aggravating his friend.

  Carl scowled. “In your dreams. Go back to your eavesdropping, asshole.”

  Steve laughed and looked at his watch. “Actually, if we’re finished with everything, we should clear out and head to the hotel.”

  “Do we have one?”

  “That’s a good question.” Pulling his phone from the belt clip, he called flight operations.

  Since he’d been flying international flights, he decided to pick up one of the new satellite phones. It had been expensive, but a good investment.

  Ops answered after the third ring. “Dispatch, Bruce.”

  “Hey, Bruce. It’s Steve. You got us a hotel in Jamaica yet?”

  “Yeah, I was just about to call you. They’re on their way and will meet you at baggage claim.”

  “Perfect. Where are we staying?”

  “Jamaica Grand Hilton. It’s right on the beach.”

  “Thanks, Bruce,” Steve said, and then flipped his phone closed. “Well, looks like we have accommodations, right on the white sands of Jamaica.”
/>   Carl smiled. “Wonder if I can get my wife down here.”

  Steve tossed him his cell phone. “Call and list her.”

  While Carl took care of getting his wife on the way, Steve tried to think of a way to get closer to Kayla.

  * * * *

  Steve stepped out of the hotel van and helped the ladies exit. Kayla glanced down at his outstretched palm before slipping her tiny hand into his. Her fingers felt warm within his grasp, and a tingle ran up his arm.

  For a moment, the sensation startled him, leaving him staring at her like an idiot. A warm Jamaica breeze blew, sending her scent floating through his senses. Vanilla. She smelled like vanilla.

  She tugged at her hand and frowned when he didn’t immediately release it.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled and dropped her hand.

  “You going to help me down?” Jordan asked with a teasing grin.

  Steve raised a brow. “You look like you need help all right, but not with getting down.”

  Jordan snickered and stepped down. “I saw that.”

  Steve frowned, pulling his gaze from the soft sway of Kayla’s hips. “Saw what?”

  “Honey, you stare at her like a gay man stares at a body builder.”

  With a shrug, Steve shut the van door. “She’s adorable.” He let his gaze travel the length of her hour-glass figure, and his cock twitched at the thought of sinking between those firm thighs. “As well as sexy as hell.”

  “You’re preaching to the choir, Cap.”

  Leaning closer, Steve whispered in his ear. “You’re her friend. What’s with the cold shoulder?”

  “You mean the one she gives you?” Jordan asked and followed him to the back of the van to retrieve their luggage.

  “That would be the one.”

  “Why do you ask?”

  Steve shrugged and pulled up the handle of his suitcase. The two of them hung back slightly, allowing the first officer and the flight attendants to move into the hotel ahead of them.

  “You have to give me a reason, Steve. If you’re just looking for a weekend fling, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

  “What if I’m looking for more than that?”

  “Then I would tell you, her father was a pilot and he cheated on her mother.” Jordan glanced at his nails. “She doesn’t trust pilots.”

  Steve frowned. “She lumps us all into a pile because of her father? That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?”

  “There’s more to it than that, but basically, she wants someone who will be there for her, not off flying all the time. And then there’s that little problem of your reputation.”

  Steve narrowed his eyes. “What reputation?”

  Jordan raised a brow.

  “Oh, that one.” Steve cringed. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”

  “Well, believe me. I hear a lot and so does she. She’s not a one-night stand or weekend fling type.”

  Steve nodded and gazed around the lobby. Shiny Mexican tile decorated a floor filled with potted tropical plants and wicker furniture. It was a beautiful place, and Kayla fit right in to the elegant atmosphere.

  “You’re right,” Steve agreed as he stared, enthralled, at Kayla. She was laughing at something the first officer said and her smile lit up her whole face. “She’s the type you put on a pedestal and spoil rotten. The type you give your soul to.”

  “Wow.” Jordan sighed and placed his hand over his chest. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

  Neither did I, Steve thought to himself.

  Chapter 2

  Stepping into her room, Kayla immediately opened the sliding glass doors that exited onto a private patio. She smiled, inhaling the mixture of salty ocean and jasmine. The turquoise waves and white sands called to her, beckoned her to make her way through the lush tropical vegetation and dive in.

  It was still early in the day, not even noon, and her stomach growled from hunger. The muffin she’d eaten at five this morning was long gone. Moving back into the room, she sat on the king-size bed and dialed Jordan’s suite.

  “Pleasure palace,” he drawled, making Kayla chuckle.

  “Expecting someone else?”

  “Well, I was hoping you were the cute cabana boy.”

  She couldn’t help but smile at Jordan’s flaming personality. He could be such a hoot sometimes. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

  “That’s okay. I’ve got four days.”

  “How about some lunch?”

  “You know I’m always up for food. Meet you in the lobby?”

  “Give me about fifteen minutes to change.”

  “I need to change, too. We also need to do some shopping. I don’t have enough clothes to last me.”

  Kayla glanced at her suitcase lying on the dresser. “I need some also, but we can’t get too much. We’ll never get it home in these small suitcases.”

  “I’ll ship the clothes home.”

  Kayla giggled. She knew he’d do exactly that. “Lobby, twenty minutes.”

  “Be there or be square,” he sang.

  “Nut,” she said, and then set the phone in the cradle.

  With a sigh, she walked over to her suitcase and began to unzip it. Immediately, she realized it wasn’t hers. It was very similar, but the outside pocket was slightly different.

  Whose bag is this?

  Flipping open the top, she saw the pilot shirts and shaving kit. It was either the first officer’s or the captain’s. She lifted the top flap further and noticed the picture in the netting usually reserved for underwear. It was Steve holding an absolutely adorable little girl with chestnut hair and eyes the color of chocolate.

  I didn’t know he had a daughter.

  They were dressed in matching Atlanta Braves T-shirts. Steve had a Braves ball cap on, the little girl held hers in her hand. The adoration in her eyes as she smiled at Steve made her heart melt. There was no doubt she loved her daddy.

  A knock sounded at the door, and she strolled over, picture in hand, to open it. Steve stood on the other side, a grin spreading his lips and her white silk camisole dangling from his outstretched hand. Her heart nearly jumped from her chest. The man was an absolute dream, and a sudden surge of jealousy filled her chest at the woman who was lucky enough to have his child.

  “I called the other flight attendants. By process of elimination, I figured out this was yours,” he said.

  “Oh.” She quickly snatched the material from his fingers. “Thanks. I just realized I had yours.” She held up the picture. “I didn’t know you had a daughter. She’s beautiful.”

  “Thank you, but she’s not mine.”

  “No?” For some reason, relief swept through her. “Niece?”

  “No, that’s Nicole. Nick and Lindsey Shaw’s daughter.”

  “Captain Nicholas Shaw?” she asked and looked back down at the snapshot. Now she could see the resemblance. She had Nick’s brown eyes. He and Steve were best friends and usually flew all their flights together until Steve upgraded to captain two years ago.

  “Yeah, she looks just like him, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, she does.”

  Kayla stepped aside, allowing him to enter, and pointed toward the luggage stand. “Your suitcase is over there.”

  “Thanks. What made you think she was mine?” He zipped his suitcase closed and moved it, placing hers on the stand in its place.

  She stood mesmerized by the sight of his firm ass and wide shoulders. For a fleeting second, she imagined what it would feel like to have his powerful hands stroking her flesh. That’s all it took to set her heart racing and her pussy throbbing. Turning away, she remembered his question.

  “She stares at you like an adoring daughter.”

  A deep chuckle sounded from his chest, and her whole body tingled. “The feeling is mutual.” He took the picture from her hand and smiled as he studied the image. “I love this little girl like she was my own. She says she’s going to marry me when she grows up.”

  Kayla smiled. �
�How old is she?”

  “She’ll be four this month.”

  His gaze bore into hers, holding her captive. With a start, she realized she’d been holding her breath and tried to break away from the smoldering look in his deep green eyes, but found she couldn’t.

  “You have the prettiest blue eyes.”

  He said it so softly, she wasn’t even sure she heard him correctly.

  He took a small step toward her. Her body wanted to meet him halfway, but her common sense won out. He wasn’t for her. She didn’t want to get involved with a pilot. She saw how lonely her mother had been, not to mention all the pilots she worked with who she knew were married but still had fun on the side. She didn’t want that for herself. She didn’t want to have to always worry.

  Taking a deep breath, she stepped back, twisting her fingers nervously.

  Damn, she wanted to fuck this man. Had for a long time. This was the only time they’d ever really been alone, and her desire for him hit her like a wrecking ball. Her senses were in overdrive, picking up his musky scent like a dog picks up the scent of meat.

  The pounding between her legs screamed, take me, fuck me till I can’t walk, so she took another step back for good measure. “I told Jordan I would meet him downstairs for a quick lunch, so I should probably get changed.”

  Steve nodded. “I should probably go then.” But he didn’t. Instead, he stood there as though he wanted to say something more.

  “Steve—”

  “Kayla—”

  They both started to speak at the same time. Smiling, she waved her hand. “Go ahead.”

  “I have to go into town later. I didn’t bring enough street clothes, and I wanted to see if you would like to join me. I’m afraid I’m lousy at shopping and could use a woman’s opinion.”

  A woman’s opinion my ass.

  Steve was a great dresser, and she was certain he could pick out clothes without her help, but as she met his expectant gaze, she wondered what would be the harm? She and Jordan needed to shop as well. “Jordan and I were going to grab a quick lunch and then do some shopping. You're more than welcome to join us on the shopping trip. Jordan has great taste in clothes."