The first night I met Gillian Taylor, she claimed she was a pilot. Then she claimed she worked for a "private airline."
I knew right then and there that she was lying to me, and that sexy as hell or not, she was the type of woman I needed to avoid.
Still, after a pleasurable one-night stand, I was certain we'd never see each other again. That we didn't need to see each other again.
Until I saw her in an airport a few weeks later....
Until I realized that we were both assigned to work the same flight.
She was the flight attendant.
I was the pilot.
Those two facts should've cemented the main reason why we needed to keep things professional and follow the rules, but I couldn't stay away from her, and our forbidden affair was about to get far more turbulent than I'd ever imagined.